Returning to Draco's flat was a bad idea, one that she knew she would come to regret. But, she knew she had to go back. At least one more time. As she slipped under the covers of the bed they shared, she stared at the wizard's back. She felt guilty. What she didn't know was if she felt guilty because she was in Draco's bed or if it was because she'd snuck out to see Antonin. Maybe she'd never really know.