It was close to three in the morning when they finally exited the fireplace in their kitchen. One of the longest days of her life, Hermione was convinced she would be able to sleep for days if allowed. Antonin helped her up the stairs regardless of the number of times she insisted that she was perfectly all right and not an invalid. Inside their bedroom he made her sit on the edge of the bed while he pulled her nightgown out of their wardrobe. To keep from growing even angrier at the way he insisted on treating her, she asked a question she suspected she already knew the answer to.