It had nearly been a week of being back in England, and she hadn’t contacted Draco yet. She was scared. And embarrassed. She knew she had instigated a fight with him before he left, that she never gave him a chance to explain everything. And then he went and donated a million bloody Galleons to St. Mungos. She knew this was it. This was the look across the Great Hall they would exchange, or the brush of hands in the hallway. They needed to meet. 