There was no reason to argue with Hermione about the benefits of staying in bed Saturday morning. She could sense that her husband was pleased with her decision to take it easy and allow her body to finish healing. After her terrible day at the Ministry on Friday where she never knew if Rabastan was going to drag her down to her own private cell on Level Eleven or not, she was never more relieved than when she was able to crawl into the safety of her own bed. Knowing that Antonin was nearby and willing to fight to the death for her protection allowed her the peace of mind required to drink a potion to help her sleep.