It was naïve to believe that she wouldn't be expected to climb back into bed with him if she took him up on his offer to move into the Dower House. She hadn't been naïve in many, many years. Too many really. Reality forced her to grow up too fast. Hermione knew before she even took a single step towards his front door that in order to get the answers she desired, she would likely have to fall back into the same routines of old. She'd been prepared for that, even afraid that it might happen that first night she arrived. The very fact that she'd been there as long as she had without him insisting had been unusual. Likely he was playing his own games.