When it was evident that there was going to be no illicit liaison on top of the kitchen table or in one of the dusty bedrooms upstairs, Hermione resigned herself to another night alone in her house. Antonin hadn't even bothered to send her an owl to let her know when he would be back. She didn't want to even contemplate the sickening idea that she was maybe missing her husband a little. That was preposterous. She merely had gotten used to him being there. Apparating to the center of Hogsmeade, she walked slowly home in no rush to get there and tried to decide if she wanted to pick something up for another meal alone. Finally deciding that she didn't want to run the risk of running into someone she didn't care to speak with while out in public, she made straight for her front door.