Her mission hardly seemed worth it anymore. Shacklebolt and Fudge had not once tried to contact her or check up on her. Even when Slughorn had stopped by, he had not once mentioned a frizzy-haired brunette or deigned to ask about her employment in the household. For all intents and purposes, Hermione could have been shot that very first night and buried beneath Narcissa's gardenias and they would have never known different. How dare they? She thought vehemently.