Someone on the other side of the door cursed in a quiet tone, but didn't give up. Able to feel the presence of protective and confinement wards on the door, Hermione knew that it wasn't going to be just anybody who would be able to make it through. It would have to be someone who knew advanced wards or, like her imaginary husband, had a natural ability to tear down and build up the spells. Assuming the person jiggling the doorknob was powerful enough to remove the enchantments, she was in even more danger once they were inside. The click of the lock opening was deafening. She held her breath as the door opened.