He was gone again before she even woke up. Only the pleasant ache in most of the muscles in her body proved that their night hadn't all been just one steamy dream. Likely he was off doing something mysterious that he would refuse to tell her about later. She was starting to get to the point where she didn't care what happened. Yes, it was infuriating being stuck in a place that was not her home with no answers, but it was even more frustrating trying to get answers from a man who refused to give them. In his own obnoxious way he thought he was protecting his family. Maybe he was. Maybe she would do something reckless and foolish if she discovered what he was doing out there. It had been known to happen before. Logic and analytical thinking often went to war against her inherent Gryffindor traits.