The first odd behavior of Kingsley's she noticed when she was inside his flat was the way his eyes kept cutting to the closed bathroom door. He wasn't alone. She couldn't imagine that she wasn't in any danger. Not caring in the slightest that it would be considered rude and she might be no match for his decades more of experience than she possessed, she removed her wand from her pocket. She'd already been a victim one too many times in recent days. She wasn't going to let it happen again. Ignoring his questions, Hermione squeezed her wand, never taking her eyes off of the bathroom door. It was always possible that Kingsley just had a woman in his flat. Hermione couldn't afford to take that risk, however. She had too many enemies. The doorknob turned and the door opened.