A night of restless sleep meant Hermione was in no hurry to get out of bed. What did she need to crawl out of her sanctuary of blankets for anyway? She didn't have a job to rush off to. No one was relying on her to keep them fed or alive. Even if her son wasn't in Hogwarts for his first year, he didn't exactly need her anymore. He was more likely to run next door to Mafalda than he was to seek out his mother when she was around. The Resistance villagers seemed to prefer when she couldn't be seen. No one was bothered by her seeming absence. Certainly they weren't seeking her out.