Their walk to the drawing room was short and silent. Draco had exited the bathroom, seen her hair and frowned but said nothing. He had held out his arm and she had taken it—he had looked over her attire and changed it with a lazy flick of his hand—these robes were warmer than the previous pair, which she was grateful for. The dress underneath was dark and long and clung to her body. The material was heavy and thick. Its neckline was hardly daring compared to what he’d made her wear in the past.