Hermione slept very little that night. She saw now that to sleep was dangerous, as that was usually when he chose to visit her. Though Toffee had already come and gone and she'd eaten and showered, her body still tingled and pulsed, unsatisfied that she'd had no release. She ignored it, forcing herself to think of other things unrelated, not bothering to count the hours that passed because each one only brought him closer, and her body was painfully aware of it.