Hermione decided to have a quick shower. Draco was right, it did help relieve stress. Strands of hair caught around her fingers as she washed it. Running a heavy bristled brush through it afterwards. A luxurious silk robe hung on the back of the door, emerald green acromantula silk, classy. It fell over she shoulders like a gentle embrace, encasing her in the delicate fabric. Her wet hair left damp patches on the silk, it stuck to her body where it dripped continuously from the curls. There were no other towels in the bathroom, she searched every cupboard and sighed. Every time she used one it evaporated as soon as she hung it on the rack, presumably the Malfoy's never used a towel more than once. Eyeing the open hallway she decided to go and ask Draco for one, his room was next door after all. 