He returned a little after midnight, tired and ready for bed. Only his desire to wash the dirt from his body kept him from sliding in next to his wife seconds after entering their bedroom. Making a split-second decision when she heard the sound of the taps being turned in the bathroom connected to their room, Hermione threw the covers off and climbed out of bed. She had her nightgown over her head and on the floor even before she stepped into the bathroom. Antonin was already under the spray of hot water with his eyes closed as he allowed the heat to loosen his tired muscles. His wife could tell with a quick glance that he needed sleep. Maybe she should slip him one of the potions he always insisted she take just so she could be certain that he finally rested enough to satisfy his tired body.