Hermione slept more soundly than she had in years. There was something about a satisfying kill that was relaxing. Many times in the course of completing her duties for the regime and when she was completing her own missions, she'd experienced the peace that could come with ridding herself of a pesky problem. Rita Skeeter would never bother her again. Not with an article full of lies or even a regret in her conscience. Though she hadn't gone to the Daily Prophet offices with her murder in mind, she couldn't resist the opportunity to exact her revenge when it presented itself. Besides, it prevented her from having to face the indignities of Albert Runcorn's further touching of her body. He would be a problem later, she was certain, but she wasn't worried. She'd faced more formidable opponents and conquered them.