She woke late, used the bathroom and returned to the safety of Draco’s empty bed. The trunk with all his belongings sat at the end, closed with a leather top initialed D.L.M. The sight made her red rimmed eyes well up again and she dashed back under the covers where his scent would surround her. Succumbing to sleep once more. The feeling was reminiscent of when Ron had been poisoned, the same just amplified by thousands. 