Even with the potion used to calm her nerves when she was confused or the least bit out of sorts in the past, Hermione's sleep was restless. How could she be expected to find any rest at all when the horror of Mr. Akingbade's confession consumed her every thought? What he told her was worse than the stuff of normal nightmares. It was enough to ensure that she might never sleep again. Not as long as Rodolphus was still alive and able to follow through on his plan.