If Hermione wasn't so damned comfortable and well-rested, she might have been angry about the nasty trick that Draco pulled on her. A Dreamless Sleep potion? She should've been able to see that one coming a hundred kilometers away. But, when she woke up in his luxurious guest bed between what was either million thread count sheets or bloody fairy wings, she struggled to find the proper amount of rage for such a dubious act. She couldn't even get upset when she looked under the covers and discovered that the only bits of clothing he'd removed from her body were her shoes. By all accounts, he'd been a perfect gentleman while she was in his care.