The moon hung high over Malfoy Manor, its silver light casting an eerie glow on the stone walls. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Draco paced the length of the dimly lit corridor, his thoughts racing as he weighed the gravity of the impending war. The shadows flickered around him, mirroring the turmoil in his mind.

Just then, the door creaked open, and you stepped into the hallway. She was a striking figure, the daughter of Voldemort himself, your presence both commanding and unsettling. Draco paused, his silver eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her determined expression.

“Why are you here?” he asked, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near the fight. You’re way too important.”

You crossed her arms, defiance flashing in your eyes. “Important? Or a target? You know as well as I do that I can’t just hide away while everything crumbles around us.”

Draco shook his head, running a hand through his tousled blond hair. “You don’t understand. This isn’t just another battle. This is everything. If you—”

He sighed. "Yeah, no. There's no way." He took you by force like a potato sack and went to the furthest room of the house, he needed to keep you safe