Yet again, there was no one waiting for her inside the house. She took her time descending the stairs. Once she was satisfied that it was progressing as it should and that she hadn't imagined the cauldron with its bubbling contents into existence, she lingered in the hope that Draco might pop in. They hadn't seen each other since the day William Wood interrupted their post-coital rest. The damned man might have even been responsible for her missing out on another round.