The rest of the week was spent doing just as she wanted: Draco flooing into her house in the morning, bringing various books with him, reading her pages over cups of tea, and laughing at her peeling potatoes. Interlaced with that were moments just as heated as the one they shared on her couch. Only one was in the greenhouse, where they were rudely interrupted when Draco knocked over a mandrake plant, which thankfully was still an infant, and did not prove lethal. But did result in Draco losing a shoe when he stuffed it in the plant’s mouth. 