It was dark again when she woke, warm and content, pressed against Yaxley as he held her, snoring lightly.  She kissed him and went to shower, unsurprised that Twilly had been in the night and laid out fresh clothes for her – muggle jeans and a T-shirt, not a slinky black dress, to her astonishment, though the underthings were silk and typically lacy.  She smiled to herself as she got into the shower.