Susan watched with wide eyes and Draco so easily shifted back into the Draco they had known so long ago. It was incredible how far he'd come, how much he'd grown. She had the hardest time reconciling the boy she knew with the man she loved. Holding onto Ron and still quite ill, Susan followed after Draco as he arranged their accommodations and lead them up to their room.
It was small, yes, but it was safe. And she'd seen worse places. Hell, the two of them had lived in worse places before they'd all but moved in with her.
Hurrying towards the bed, Susan laid down and sighed. "Merlin, I feel like shit," she said and covered her eyes. "I don't supposed either of you can fish a bottle of water out of the bags? I'm not trusting that tap."