The red and blue lights were the first thing to catch her attention. An ambulance was parked outside of her opposite neighbours house and she remembered that the sirens where never used when people had had a heart problem. However, two police cars then pulled up outside of her own house and Hermione gently pressed her hand against her trouser pocket. It was safely there.

Pulling the curtains, Hermione allowed the room to fall into darkness for a moment, before stepping over to the door of the room and opening it. Light flooded in from the hallway and she looked behind her to check the bed. It took a couple of minutes for her to register the difference. Draco had shifted onto his back and his eyes were focussed on her.

A sense of relief struck, as she heard footsteps pounce down the stairs. He swung into the kitchen and attempted to hide a grin. He had changed. Hermione decided that it was probably best not to tell him that the black jeans he was wearing were at least one size too big and that the black t-shirt was just the opposite. She slid the empty glass into the sink.