For a homeless fugitive who had been forced to sleep in less-than luxurious accommodations for the better part of a year, Hermione believed it to be almost a sin to not take advantage of a warm bed when it was offered. She wasn't sure what the sheets were made of, but she'd never slept under anything so soft and silky. The desire to strip completely naked and feel the unusual fabric slide over her bare skin was strong, but she controlled the urge. What if this was all some sort of trap? If Draco was out to alert the Resistance, she would not face them in the nude. There were few circumstances more humiliating and demeaning. She should know. Many of her reluctant informants over the years had been brought to her special department in the Ministry of Magic without a stitch of clothing on. She would be damned if that would be her fate.