She peered out the window again to make sure her eyes weren't failing her. If Draco really was in Hogsmeade standing in her back garden, he was being foolish. Antonin could be home any moment. How would he explain his presence if caught? It wasn't as if there was a history of the tracker just randomly dropping by after all. A confrontation between her husband and her latest lover could very likely get ugly. Turning off the taps, Hermione dried her hands on a towel and headed out the back door. She needed to put her curiosity to rest and get the man as far away from her home as possible.