Morning dawns uneventfully, the pair of them woken up by the sunlight streaming in the window. The little loo the Come and Go Room supplied contains a very necessary shower. Even though Draco loves the idea of Hermione sitting through classes smelling like him, even he can admit they both need one. He's impressed with the way she manages her hair, tousling it on purpose. He likes that she's owning the way it looks, confidently letting it be. She slips her feet into the boring flats that he'd like to set on fire, and he wonders if she'll reappear in lessons in the shoes he bought for her instead.