Her late-night visit to Antonin's cottage followed by at least a solid hour of lying awake analyzing every word that was said meant Hermione wasn't interested in rising from bed early the next morning. By the time she woke up and forced herself out of the cocoon of comfort she enjoyed in Draco's bed, he was already gone. As she showered alone and then prepared her own breakfast to eat in solitude, she tried and failed to push away the very valid concern that Draco was reporting to her uncle that she knew how to track her husband and done so successfully. What Rodolphus would make of that knowledge was unknown to her. Maybe nothing, maybe everything.