Recovering from the horrible night that Rodolphus had her drugged and violated her mind was harder than Hermione expected it to be. Once she was no longer running completely on adrenaline after she returned to the Dower House from Thorfinn's house, she collapsed in her bed. She wasn't ever entirely sure how she'd managed to find the energy she needed to get off the sofa in the first place, let alone Apparate to Hogsmeade and back. Sometimes her stubbornness could be an asset.