Rarely had Hermione felt so safe locked in Antonin's embrace. She woke up the morning after Hannah's visit in no hurry to push her husband away. Still sleeping contentedly behind her, his arms hadn't moved since they'd crawled into bed the night before. Protective and reassuring, she was thankful that she wasn't alone. Trying to imagine what it would've been like to endure all that she had without a constant support at her side only made her sad and her head spin. It was entirely possible that she would never get used to feeling glad that she had her husband in her life.