He was right where she expected to find him. Holding a cup of tea in one hand and the Daily Prophet in the other, Antonin looked up at the sound of her entrance into the kitchen. His heated gaze as he made no secret of the fact that he was admiring his wife's body in her thin nightgown made Hermione's cheeks burn. It brought up thoughts about the early hours of Friday morning. Even after so many years together and every nasty thing they put each other through, it was evident that he was still attracted to her. Rabastan may have been right that she was his weakness.