As much as she had grown to truly appreciate the moments they had alone, Hermione hated that when they weren't actively working to engage the other in the sorts of activities that left little room for coherent thought, her mind wandered to places it shouldn't. There was a deep unsettling in her that she couldn't ignore. Since she left Rodolphus" captivity armed with the horrible knowledge of at least some of what he wanted to do to her, she hadn't been able to feel relaxed or the least bit calm. If she managed to appear at ease, it was solely for her husband's benefit. She hated that he'd been forced to worry about her for days. She didn't want him to worry if he didn't have to.