Hermione stayed in Snape's house no longer than it was utterly necessary. Though he wasn't openly hostile, he was rather adamant that he'd rather obliviate her, than accept her assistance. Hermione agreed solely because proffesor Macgonagall asked her for it with rather shaky voice, explaining that Snape's situation was dire and that she could treat it as a favour, she was doing Gryffindor Headmistress. She also added, that Hermione would be paid good money for her assistance, and that Snape would be snarky, but otherwise harmless and overworked.
During her way back home Hermione thought only about her warm bed and, 'shiet!' She still had coaching to prepare for tomorrow. Schooling new Magical Assistance workers was sure fun, but also exhausting at times. She did her job as well as she could, but she felt little overhelmed with day's experiences. Finally, she fell onto the pillows and, a minute after, she fell asleep. That night her dreams were different. She dreamed about people discussing all around her about some hot subject, but she couldn't understand what it was about, then she realized, that she was sleeping and awakened. It was already morning. Clock was showing half past seven. She had half an hour to get prepared, another hour to sort her thoughts (and hair) out and off she went.
