Draco was woken up the next morning by a knock on his front door. It started out soft enough, but quickly became more urgent. His eyes opened slowly and it took him a moment to recognize his surroundings. He was not in his own bedroom, as he expected, but in the guestroom instead. Feeling something on his hand, he turned his head to see a delicate female one placed inside of it and, beyond that, the serene face of Hermione, her eyelashes barely beginning to flutter as the knocking grew louder.