Hermione stayed up all night waiting for the sound of the front door to open. It never did. Antonin often said things in the heat of a row that he didn't mean. So did she. No matter how much she considered his anger, she just couldn't believe that he was throwing away what they had, that he was kicking her out of her own family. It was cruel even for him. No, he would calm down, reconsider his words, and then come back. She knew it.