She gently kissed his forehead, not even caring if he woke up in that moment. No doubt if he did he would find her behavior unsettling. Rarely was she affectionate. Staring into his serene sleeping face, she almost missed the shifting of the bed on the other side of her son. Antonin reached over Oliver's still form to brush a tear on Hermione's face away with his fingertips. Their eyes met in the semi-darkness. She knew what her answer would be if Rabastan asked her again to join his side. Maybe it would be harder to run away with Antonin as the Dark Lord, but at least she could be secure in the fact that their son had the best chance of remaining safe with his father in power.