In the worst of her anxiety and addled mind, Hermione was embarrassed to admit that she wondered if Antonin didn't have the real Augustus hidden somewhere in the house where he could easily pluck his hair for more doses of polyjuice potion. Maybe her husband was pretending to be her lover all along. But, the illogical thought only served to make her snort and chuckle when she stopped to actually think about it. First of all, polyjuice potion was so illegal it was almost impossible to get. Even Antonin would struggle to acquire the massive vats required to pull off an elaborate subterfuge for so many days. He would have to swallow the potion twenty-four times in a single day to keep up the disguise. That was impossible. She'd seen him sleeping in the middle of the night. He wouldn't be so careless as to sleep in front of her if there was a chance the potion would wear off before he could take another dose.