The slightest shift of Antonin's body moved the sheet that was covering his bare chest. Even though the light from the lamppost was poor in the room, his scars were clear. A long, thin one crossed the length of his chest. On his side another thicker one stood out on his skin. Hermione didn't think twice about reaching across the space between them to run her fingertips lightly over the longer of the two scars. Every place she touched on his torso instantly broke out into a rash of goosebumps. The stillness of his chest proved that her husband was holding his breath. Hermione started to pull her hand away, but it was easily grabbed by Antonin. He refused to relinquish his hold.