She must have been able to doze at some point in the night. Whatever sleep she was able to get was far from restful, but there had to have been some. The slight shaking of the mattress jarred her fully awake. Worried at first that something was wrong, Hermione rolled over to stare at Antonin's side of the bed. He was staring at the ceiling, his thoughts miles away. Unable to explain why exactly she remained concerned for him, she found herself moving slowly across the space between them. When he realized she was awake and moving towards him, Antonin lifted his arm to give her the chance to snuggle up to his side. She rested her head on his chest, hearing the pounding of his heart.