Hermione struggled down the steps into the cellar, a heavy bag in each hand, yawning. The left was heavier than the right; it was stuffed with books, and the right-hand bag had some board games and the like mixed in with a few more books. Draco looked up from the bed he spent most of his time on as she clattered noisily down. He sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at her with mild curiosity. He was clean, she realised with pleasure, his pale hair shining, wearing the clothes she’d bought for him the day before – her first trip out of Godric’s Hollow since she’d arrived here.