An entire day passed where Hermione was alone in the house. By nightfall, there still was no sign that he was about to return. She kept her mind occupied as best she could. Her body was closer to full strength though she still craved the potions. Kingsley told her that that would likely never change. She hated to hear it and hoped that when the world calmed down, she could throw herself into researching some sort of cure for her addiction. It would be nice to be able to help others in her similar situation figure out how to get rid of the cravings. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she couldn't help but laugh. When did she start thinking of other people instead of just herself? Maybe it was a sign that she really was changing.