When she emerged from the shower ten minutes later, her body washed, but her hair in a wild bun that she’d have to deal with some other time, she found that her bedroom was not at all how she’d left it. There were new sheets on the bed - a pale green with an ivy trim that looked like it belonged in a cottage, not like something Malfoy would ever pick - and her room had been tidied as if an elf had been in it. She supposed something like that very well may have happened. She wasn’t pleased with the idea, but it’s not like she and Malfoy would be making a habit of this...unfortunately. 