Hermione waited for hours for Antonin to come home. As much as she might have been expecting the moment when their master finally died to come, especially after seeing him in the flesh weeks earlier, she wasn't prepared for it to actually happen. Planning and assuming what she was going to do in the event was one thing. Reality often was another. In those first few moments after the pain ended, she thought of nothing else but running back home to her family. Maybe she'd made her choice, decided that Antonin was the only one she would follow. She tried not to dwell too much on the significance of what her first instinct was.