Hermione found herself almost involuntarily countering the spell on the lock and opening the door.
Severus looked so endearing standing there, waiting.
"I want it understood," she said firmly, "I don't forgive you. I'm still angry. But I'm not used to being alone at night. I don't like to be alone at night."
She met his eyes, making sure she was clear. This wasn't over.
"Fine. Deal. Whatever." He swept her in his arms.
She found herself taking comfort in the possessiveness of his touch. She may be angry, but she still loved him.
She wasn't going to sleep alone while she was a married woman.