She had left Draco in her living room with a glass of the Firewhisky Harry and Ron had left behind, promising to be ready in 20 minutes. The tall imposing figure perusing her bookshelves was a sight she’d never have believed in her wildest dreams. She watched his hand brush the spines of the classic Muggle books she had, the silver of his signet ring flashing under the bright light of her lamp. She fled the room, cheeks flushed and heart ponding.