He'd dreamt of this, her standing not in his closet but just a few metres away in his bedroom. In his fantasies, she wears less clothing on her body and less disdain on her countenance. Her eyes would be wide with lust instead of narrowed with irritation, and her cheeks would redden with something other than anger. Her hair, though, would be just as mussed and glorious, and Draco’s hands begin to shake.