Maybe it was better that she was sending the elf at tea time. It was likely that only Arthur and Molly would be home. Hermione didn’t like Ginevra, but she didn’t want to have to kill her if it could be avoided, especially since she had already learned that she and Cho were married now and raising Harry’s son and daughter as siblings. Hermione shoved down the little bit of guilt that she felt about what she’d done to Harry, stuffing it in a place so deep that it wouldn’t get enough oxygen to survive. She’d do what she could to protect his children and their mothers, at least not killing them personally.