She snuck a glance over to the group of Slytherins. Malfoy was still there, one arm resting on the fireplace, another gripping onto a glass on fire whiskey. He was staring at her, quite openly...and he looked furious. She couldn’t be doing with this all night. She said goodnight to the group around her ignoring their cries for her to stay and have another drink. She deliberately didn’t look his way again before she stormed up to her new dormitory, flung open the trunk at the bottom of her bed and hastily got changed. She was tempted to take a dreamless sleep just to make sure she had no errant thoughts. No, it was a slippery slope and she’d already had to rely on it those weeks after the war. She got into bed, shut the curtains around the old four poster and willed her mind to empty. 