The room gradually grew warmer and warmer. Hermione tugged at the collar of her jumper, tempted to shed it entirely. Only knowing that neither man would be able to ignore her suddenly disrobing made her rethink her idea. She was feeling more relaxed with each passing moment. None of her fears from the day before seemed to have bled into that day. When her thoughts drifted to her son, she could recognize her complete lack of fear. In fact, all she felt was numbness. A slight tingling in her hands and feet told her that there was something very wrong. The heat rising up her throat told her what she suspected. She'd been drugged.