A soft knock on the door to Lee Jordan's comfortable guest bedroom woke Hermione out of a sound sleep. It had been her intention once she was out of the shower the night before and dressed in clean pajamas laid out for her on the bed that she would only rest for a little while. Hardly even close her eyes. Her safety inside the Jordans" home was still uncertain. Maybe he was playing an elaborate game. Antonin could've put out an award for her capture. Everything she saw in the house on the way to the guest room on the ground floor and once inside seemed to prove that Lee wasn't hurting for money, but she knew better than most that outward appearances could be deceiving. Despite her best effort to remain awake, she'd allowed the warmth of the room and the softness of the bed to lull her into a dangerous sleep.