Silvery moonlight cut across the plush carpet amongst the flicker of candles in your borrowed rooms in Malfoy Manor.

You were trying to enjoy one night to yourself after so many missions and raids. You had just tucked into a good book, a cup of warm tea on the table when the wards triggered.

The High Reeve appeared inside with a crack and causing you to jump a foot in the air. Draco was scowling, his expression an icy mask of rage.