Her gaze fell on his discarded trousers lying in the middle of the floor. A bulge in the back pocket proved he hadn't attempted to hide his wallet from the stranger he brought home. Feeling it was her duty to show him how unwise it was to be so trusting and naive, Hermione cautiously put both of her bare feet on the cold hardwood floors. Satisfied that he was still sound asleep, she tiptoed to the garment to rifle through the leather wallet. She took every last pound he carried, and dropped the wallet back on top of his trousers. It was important that he realized he'd been robbed. Perhaps he would be more careful the next time he approached a woman in a pub.