Hermione was fucked. Utterly and completely fucked. Alone in a cottage in the middle of nowhere with two men that would love to see her dead and seemingly no way out. In the first moments of the bizarre, terrifying situation she found herself in, all she could focus on was the sound of a clanging clock in the next room. Late enough that midnight had approached, she knew that she couldn't expect her husband to just drop by unexpectedly. He would have no reason to be there that late and after she practically demanded that he return to Ginny's bed, he knew that he wasn't wanted. No one would be coming to her defense.