With some surprise, Hermione realised that her eyes were wet. She had begun crying while reading the note. Ridiculous, she thought, that she should feel so grateful for him giving her permission (even if caged in the guise of a command) not to agonise over this any more. Ridiculous, and yet... her lips curved into a soft smile. In entering this agreement, she hadn’t considered that aside from the sexual gratification he would actually take better care of herself than she did, but then... he was clearly full of surprises. With a shaky breath, she downed the second vial and went to go select a book to read while she prepared herself some tea and dinner. There was quite a lot she could do for fun this weekend - books she’d been meaning to get to, tidying she’d wanted to do, and cooking that would calm her mind. She  had  been fully prepared to spend all weekend in overdrive about this ridiculous law, but if that was off the table... smiling, she set the kettle to boil and opened the fridge. This might be an unusually restful week-end after all.