Hermione's second night in the Dower House was marginally better than the first. At least she was able to get more sleep than she had the night before. Rodolphus seemed sincere in his assurance that he would only want her in his bed at her desire. Never before had he forced her to do anything that she didn't want to, but that was a long time ago. Another lifetime, really. She wasn't the same person that she used to be and she got the impression that neither was he.