No one answered the door. At her third knock, just as she was about to give up her dangerous mission, the door swung open on its own. Had Draco been expecting her to drop by at some point? Was that why he adjusted his wards to allow her entrance? The whispering in the back of her mind that sounded suspiciously like Rodolphus telling her that if it felt like a trap, it probably was, was pushed away and ignored. She wasn't some helpless damsel unable to defend herself against a foe. The majority of her life had been spent in some state of preparedness for one type of combat or another.