Between her long nap after getting out of St. Mungo's and the passionate row she'd had with her infuriating husband, Hermione wasn't able to get back to sleep until the next morning was almost upon her. The first rays of sunshine were beginning to creep in through the cracks in the window coverings when she finally could no longer keep her eyes open. None of her Healers would be pleased to know that she wasn't resting as she was ordered. She had to rely on one of the damned pain potions they prescribed her just to be numb long enough to quiet the frustrating voices in her head reminding her over and over again what a miserable failure she was. And it wasn't even as if the numbness was all that effective. Drinking their potion only made her crave hers all the more. She resolved not to touch another one again.