To her relief, the polyjuice potion was still happily bubbling away on the kitchen table. Whether or not the master of the decrepit house was responsible for dropping in to check on it, she was unsure. She hadn't seen Draco since the wedding reception and hadn't spoken to him since the day William Wood surprised them. Because of the specific wards he set up on his house, if he wanted to drop in while she was there to finally speak to her, he would. She was beginning not to care one way or the other.