She waited for the confusion that was sure to come. Why else would Rodolphus pin her up against a brick wall and kiss her until she desired nothing more than to let him do with her body whatever it was that he desired? There must have been a potion on his lips to force her into the terrified, paranoid state where she didn't know where she was or even what year it was. All night Hermione waited for her next episode. Well into the next day she was convinced that it would happen. She even kept one of Antonin's potions nearby her at all times to drink when the inevitable happened.