It felt so bizarre to be back in his flat, almost like the previous several months never happened. She wasn't the same person she was back in May when she was unsure what she was going to do about the trouble she was in with the Resistance. No, but she was still uncertain about her future. Maybe a part of her would always seek out Draco and the safety of his flat when she didn't know where to go next. Hadn't he proven after nine months of following her around that he could help calm her down at least? Somehow the future didn't seem as frightening when she was hiding in his flat. It was an illusion, of course. Not meant to last forever. Perhaps she should look throughout the flat for hidden vents pumping out calming potions in aerosol form. Or he was slipping something to her in her food that made her not worry so much. Anything was possible.