She nodded, turning and hurrying down the hallway toward the spare room that he assumed now belonged to their daughter and no longer her red-headed best friend. While she was gone, Loki took the time to observe the living area, warm memories awakening from the last time he’d been in this place. He recalled well the time he and Hermione made love against the bookshelves, their first true fight still fresh on their tongues. Tilting his head, he heard Hermione close the baby’s bedroom door and slip down toward her own. She’d told him she loved him there, while they lay intertwined in her sheets.