Hermione pulled her hat down as far on her head as possible and positioned her scarf as much over her face as she could. The average citizen wouldn't bother to mess with her if they recognized her. Death Eaters, however, were another story. Beyond just her husband, she also had to worry about the potential of one of her former comrades getting it in their thick skull that she would be a prize to offer to the Dark Lord. Most of them would sell their own grandmothers for the slightest bit of influence.