He understood why he had sent her away, then: Astoria had died in that bed, those sheets had been chosen by her. It was their bridal bed, and Rose was not Astoria, she couldn't take her place. But now that Draco knew he could find her in the other room, still hot, convinced that he would not come back for her... He imagined her wonder and the passionate gratitude with which she would welcome him, and he felt like dying.