As he stared at her waiting for her to let her guard down even for a single moment, Hermione thought about all of the times over the years they'd laid in bed together talking. Some of the best conversations of her entire life took place right where she was laying. They could talk for hours if they had the right topic... and they weren't distracted by more primal acts of communication. She tried to push away the reminder that she'd been alone in bed with another man only days earlier. Once again she wished she could love him the way he loved her. How much happier would their lives have been?