Antonin moved to stand entirely behind her, his chest pressed up against her back. With the benefit of his height, he was able to see easily over her head. It still felt wrong watching even if Hermione found it difficult to look away. Watching others together had never been one of her interests, not even in the midst of the most debauched of dark revels from years earlier. She'd always preferred to be an active participant, let others watch her, but she couldn't deny the appeal of being on the other side.