The next morning Hermione wakes up at six again. She feels too jittery to read the Financial Times. Her parents won’t wake for another hour; she checked on them last night before bed, just to make sure Draco’s false memories took, and is pleased to see they have no conception of the fact that she didn’t come home until eight p.m. She sternly tells her twinging conscience that it’s better this way. At least now they won’t worry about her.