Draco's flat was surprisingly more comfortable than she would've expected. While she helped herself to the food he had so graciously provided and enjoyed the books he had strewn about his home haphazardly and took advantage of his sinfully expensive linens, she could feel herself growing more comfortable with the space by the minute. She had even helped herself to the enormous marble bathtub that took up most of his bathroom. When she could no longer ignore her curiosity and gave into the decidedly rude desire to snoop around his flat in the midst of her second day alone, she hadn't been able to resist the temptation of filling the tub with the sweet smelling foams and forgetting her cares until the water turned too cold to enjoy.