Hermione swooned at her husband's part-exposed torso a moment. He looked devastatingly sexy, and Hermione let her mind wander to the gutter, as her darting eyes drank in every inch of Harry's jaw-dropping body that they could see. Hermione practically drooled at the vision. Harry was lounging against the remnants of the window frame, eating a slice of pink watermelon, and looking like he had not a care in the world. He looked so peacefully content that Hermione's heart actually throbbed with joy as she looked at him, and it made him so unspeakably beautiful in her eyes that she almost wanted to burst into happy tears at the sight of it.