It took several seconds for Hermione to gather herself enough to close her mouth, then a few more before, with a shake of her head, she turned back to her task of packing. Into her bag went clothes, toiletries, and even the book she was halfway through, which she was sure Draco wouldn’t mind. She gave the bedroom and bathroom one last sweep before heading back out into her sitting room, gazing around fondly at the elegant space. On the table, the rose Draco had given her was finally starting to wilt under its stasis charm, only one wrinkled petal still clinging to the stem. She raised her wand to vanish it then lowered it again, deciding the rose was innocuous enough to leave as proof that she had been here. That, however briefly, this room had been hers. Satisfied, she stepped out into the hallway to find Draco waiting for her, and she reached for his hand as they set off together for the floo parlour. 