Hermione found herself standing chest-to-chest with Draco, skin against delicious skin, in the middle of what looked to be his living room. She learned two things, one right after the other: first, that Apparating while shirtless was uniquely unpleasant; and second, that Draco lived in dramatically reduced means, compared to the Manor. A memory floated up to the surface of her mind, fighting against her post-Apparition dizziness: Draco interrupting her arcade game toss, saying he’d never live at the Manor again. Still, she hadn’t quite expected this: a small living room with a single door leading away, and a staircase leading down.