They were seated on the only sofa in the small cottage after a simple, edible dinner Hermione somehow managed not to burn. Each of them were trying to cover their yawns up, but neither was in a rush to go to bed yet. Dreams of a disturbing nature had been plaguing Hermione for days. Her worry about meeting with the Weasley brothers was melting into her dreams. Though she knew she likely would've felt better if she told Antonin what she did, she wasn't prepared yet for the consequences of her actions. He might be very angry with her and they were struggling with awkwardness between them as it was already.