Feeling a new sense of peace, Hermione returned to the interior of the flat and closed the door behind her. She felt her stomach gurgle once more in its protest from lack of food. Heading straight to the spacious kitchen, she prepared herself for finding nothing edible. A lifelong bachelor who already made it clear that he didn't spend much time at home, she couldn't imagine that Draco kept the kitchen well-stocked. When she opened the fridge, she fought the urge to gasp. Every single square centimeter was full of every kind of fresh food she could imagine. Pulling open the door to a single cupboard proved the same. Was his claim that he was never home a lie? Or had he thoughtfully stocked his kitchen in preparation for having her as his guest?