Swayed by his argument, Fenrir grumbled to himself, but headed to the door that led to his private bedroom. With each step that Kingsley made towards the fireplace Hermione was laying next to, she began to believe more and more that it was all real. But was she actually safe with the wizard who made no secrets of the fact that he only fought for himself? She'd gotten the impression the last time they were alone that she couldn't rely on him for anything, that he wasn't the sort of ally she needed. It bothered her to remember her fear that he was betraying her husband. Or at the very least, he wasn't aiding him faithfully.