Her answer came out harsher than she intended. She was exhausted and irritable. Antonin didn't take her anger to heart. He'd been on the receiving end of it plenty of times in the past. When she was dressed and ready to slip under the covers, he handed her one of the blasted vials of potions the Healer insisted she take for the pain. It was tempting to throw it back at him. Hadn't she already been subjected to enough potions? But, she knew that was an argument she would never win. She covered the bottle with her hand and held it to her lips. Satisfied that she was doing as she was told, Antonin excused himself to enter the bathroom. The moment the door closed behind him, Hermione put a stopper in the still-full vial and slid it between the mattress and the headboard. She knew that she would be asleep within moments if she swallowed it and there was something very important that she needed to do first.