She kept to the quiet paths and lonely roads as much as she could. A woman walking alone in the middle of the country was often harassed or at least showered with concerned questions about her safety. Muggles didn't frighten Hermione. Not even the biggest, meanest ones with weapons intent on doing her harm. She'd made it that far in her life without being sexually assaulted and there were certainly plenty of opportunities for that to happen right after the war ended. Thanks to her protector outside her cupboard door and the terrifying reputation of her teacher once she moved to the village, no one bothered her beyond words and innocuous hexes. No Muggle was going to get the better of her even if she had to use her wand to Avada the bastard.