Ron slid back down into bed and she let herself out.   She walked down the worn steps of Grimmauld Place, and put one foot ahead of the other as she made her way through the city, but all she could think was Malfoy Malfoy Malfoy.  She stopped at a Muggle florist and stared in, almost blankly, at the flowers.  Carnations, roses and lilies burst out of pots and begged to be taken home but it was the irises that she liked.   Most were bright colors, but she wanted the single black one.   The girl behind the counter wrapped it up, saying, "Not many people like those, but we've got a few bulbs if you've a garden what to plant them in."