The mysterious box from the night before was still where Draco had left it the night before. Hermione eyed it, both wanting to open it and ignore it all at once. Likely it was just another dress. He had given her so many they filled her closet, and though they were to her taste, some (like the infamous green gown) were more revealing than she liked, leaving it clear this was another freedom that had been taken from her. He had bought her some cloaks as well, the finest kinds his gold could buy, all set to match his, but those were strictly for going out (and he hated to hide her curves under silhouette-less robes), and seeing as that was rare, they simply sat in the back of the closet, waiting to be turned out and exchanged for new ones he would inevitably have sent over one day.