There had been laughter in Hermione's home. Sometimes tears even rolled out of their eyes as a joke struck a particularly amusing note or a story retold with all of the accents and inflections of those involved was performed. Very few would have ever guessed that her husband had a talent for mimicry. There were certain sides to his personality that he never showed to anyone outside of their home. Once upon a time it made Hermione feel special. Laughter was also common in her marital bed. The one place they could ensure complete and total privacy, there had been nights they stayed up long after the rest of the world had gone to sleep to talk and laugh. Even in their most intimate of moments, they could usually find reason to laugh. A bumped head on the headboard. A slip in the sheets. A strained muscle when their activities had either gotten a little too vigorous or a little too creative. It might have seemed to an onlooker that they were happy.