No one came to visit her at Number Twelve. She wasn't sure if she wanted to see Draco or not. The filth of the previous day's activities still clung to her skin no matter how long the shower she took when she got home was. Perhaps it would never fully go away. As much as she wanted the parents of the poor girl to suffer, she wanted no part in any future interrogation. One more would break her. She wasn't entirely certain that the last one wouldn't do that anyway. Antonin understood when she admitted to him in the privacy of their bathroom that Nott would no longer be a problem for him that she needed some time before she could be touched again. It was an old habit, a routine that they'd gotten used to because they had to. Usually lasting no more than a day or two, she didn't like to be touched when she still felt so dirty. Draco might not understand. He hadn't been forced to kill like the Dolohovs had. Though she couldn't explain why exactly, she didn't want him to know what she was capable of. Not really.