Augustus knocked on the bedroom door when it was safe for them to come out. For the rest of that day and into the next, he couldn't meet Hermione's eyes. If she walked into a room he was in, no matter if there was someone else in there with him or not, he made poor excuses to leave. Once the alcohol and the sex-induced haze wore off, he must have been humiliated. She could understand. Remembering her own actions with Antonin brought a flush to her own cheeks. Her earlier desire to escape from the safe house and find somewhere else to stay increased tenfold. It was entirely possible that the days of the four of them sharing a pleasant meal together were over thanks to the pushy Carrow bitch. Her mere presence was enough to ruin everything. They simply had to make the best of it until another safe place could be found.