Thinking about Antonin ruined any hope of further relaxation in Draco's bath. Hermione rose out of the water, wrapped herself in a fluffy dressing gown that smelled strongly of her host, and exited the room. Stealing the man's dressing gown wasn't the most appropriate of moves, but she couldn't be arsed to care once she felt how soft and warm it was. Besides, it wasn't likely that he was going to come home anytime soon to lament its loss. The anniversary celebrations were likely to continue on until morning. It would look suspicious if he wasn't there for every single moment.