Draco leaned wearily against the wall of the elevator, waiting for it to open the doors to his apartment so he could finally crawl into his own bed for the first time in a month. Straightening himself again, he began to unwind the hideous handmade scarf that was wrapped tightly around his neck. Apparently, during his absence, Hermione had taken up knitting again out of boredom and the scarf around his neck was her labor of love. His labor of love was pretending he liked it and actually managing to wear it, no matter how much it clashed with his finely tailored winter coat.  