The softness of the sheets told her immediately whose flat she was in. If she made it out of the current war alive, she was going to have to get the name of whatever shop Draco bought his bed linens from. She smiled to herself, afraid to chuckle lest she hurt herself. How did Draco even know where to find her? And how was his timing so bloody perfect? Well, she thought. Perhaps not that perfect. She'd almost died. If the enigmatic wizard hadn't found her when he did...