"So they tell me," Potter said.  He set the box down and shifted uneasily on his feet and Draco wondered if he planned to spew out pathetic words of gratitude for saving his friend.   Granger had certainly been depressingly certain he was such a monster he'd let her die rather than have to do something quite as banal as share a flat with her.   It made him wonder what other horrors they assumed he'd considered acceptable.  Before Potter could stammer out whatever passed for courtesy in the Muggle backwater he'd known, however, Granger saved him by coming through the door, a smaller box in her own arms.  