The hour was growing late and the incredible guest bed was calling her out to her as she prepared herself for yet another night alone in the flat. As she moved about the large main room extinguishing the lamps she had been using, Hermione was startled by the abrupt opening of the front door. Draco entered, blessedly alone, covered in the dust of several days of living rough and an exhausted expression on his face that told his guest he had likely been awake for longer than was healthy. Without saying a single word to her or even bothering to acknowledge her presence in any way, the wizard entered his bedroom and immediately shut the door behind him. His actions had been so swift that for a moment, she wondered if she'd imagined them. Only the sounds of a drawer opening and then the running water of the shower convinced her she wasn't going completely mad.