The clock next to the bed showed the time to be just after midnight. She had nowhere to go. Her only plans had been to slip back beneath the covers with one of her stolen books until she was tired enough to sleep again. There was no way she'd ever get inside the bed with someone like Malfoy on it. That sent the wrong message. It was too familiar. Even as her traitorous mind decided there were worse people to share an intimate space with, she pushed aside all inappropriate thoughts and sat in an empty chair.