Nor did Hermione see Rodolphus for the rest of the next day. She didn't know where he'd gone, only that he appeared to be avoiding her. Breakfast and lunch were solitary affairs. So was dinner. Though it had been a pleasant respite from being in the same room with the wizard, she couldn't help but be nervous. What did it mean that he'd disappeared? Was it because he was simply embarrassed by his inability to perform the night before or was it something much worse? She couldn't recall an occurrence at any point in their history when he'd been unable to rise to the occasion. Other men his age might have had problems, but he prided himself on being better than most men, especially mere Muggles.