There'd been speculation in the Dolohov family that Aubin's interests didn't lie solely with women, but no one had ever been able to get a clear answer from him or proof. Not that Hermione cared one bit whose bed the horrible man climbed into. It was none of her business and the less of her life spent thinking about him, the better. She couldn't imagine that he would bring his old school boy lover to his secluded cottage for anything other than a nefarious purpose that would leave her dead.