Waking up alone was something Hermione had become inured to after so long on the run and then with the uncertainty of the mess the Dark Lord left with his death, but it didn't mean that she liked it. Going to sleep with Antonin's arms around her comforted her more than she realized. For twenty years, whether she liked him or hated him, he'd been a constant source of security and stability. It had been so easy to take him for granted, especially in the years she didn't want him around.