After forcing herself to finally extricate herself from the luxurious linens that were piled high on Draco's bed, she rubbed her sleepy eyes. Tea was the first order of the day. The complete stillness of the flat indicated right off that she shouldn't expect her host to be in the kitchen preparing a large breakfast. If she allowed herself to imagine what a future life with Draco would be like, she felt certain that the loneliness and constant worry about his safety and well-being would be miserable. It was best that she not allow her mind to travel down that disheartening path.