When her body had had more than enough sleep and she couldn't ignore the rumbling in her stomach for a moment longer, Hermione forced herself to get out of the sanctuary of what might possibly be the most perfect bed in existence. She ignored the no doubt lavish bathroom connected to the guest room to walk back down the corridor to the large open room at the front of the flat. Part of her hoped that she had just not heard the wizard return. It was a foolish hope, of course. She had always been an exceptionally light sleeper. Even the sound of their cat with only three good legs moving around her home in the middle of the night usually woke her up from a sound slumber.