Hermione struggled to sit up after remaining in one position for so long. If her son was allowed to come down to the village to visit, it must be a Saturday, which meant she'd been dead to the world for over a day. She shouldn't have been surprised to sleep so long. Between the potion, the release of the tension she'd held in her out of fear of what Antonin would do to her, and the simple joy of finally sleeping again in her own bed, she might have been able to keep sleeping. As soon as she started moving, her son was off the chair to help. He threw his arms around her the moment she was sitting up.