Astoria had come as close to having vapors as she ever had in her life, realizing just WHAT she'd agreed to. Nice girls did not agree to go be closed up with boys in their dorm rooms. In their BEDS, with the curtains drawn. It simply Wasn't Done.
Except this was Draco. And she trusted Draco. Not that she'd be at all adverse to his perhaps, maybe... well, she wouldn't rule anything out, that's all. It was just that she trusted him. To do right by her, to protect her, himself. As long as she had him, she figured she had at least a decent chance of getting through all this in one piece.
Still... how did one DRESS for something like this? She didn't want to assume he meant anything other then just talking, but at the same time, she didn't want to discourage...
She nearly talked herself out of it at least twice, before she finally took herself firmly in hand, told herself to stop being a ninny, got dressed, wrapped a robe around herself and snuck out of her dorm and all the way over to the seventh year boy's dorm, knocking nervously.