Her husband didn't return from his mysterious mission until sometime after midnight. Hermione was already in bed and half-asleep. It had taken several more glasses of fire whiskey when she got back from London to relax her enough that she thought sleep might be a possibility. She didn't make it obvious that she was still awake as Antonin tiptoed around their bedroom. Though he was quiet on his feet, she heard every movement. Even when he slipped into the bathroom to take a long shower, her ears remained perked up listening to everything he did. One didn't spend so many years sleeping next to a person and sharing their lives without learning how to pay attention to their odd moods.