There was no way for Hermione to tell what time her husband finally dragged himself into their home. All she knew was that it was very late. She'd been up well after midnight unable to shut her mind off long enough to sleep. Not once did she hear a single noise proving that Antonin was back from his mysterious meeting in Knockturn Alley. She lay in her bed alone analyzing every single word that Draco Malfoy spoke to her in their bizarre meeting in the garden.