The sound of crickets chirping filled the air, accompanied by the soft splashes of movement in the water. It was freezing, yet, he continued to swim.

Draco couldn’t bring himself to care that it was dead middle in winter, dead middle of the night. He was dead serious about to go crazy.

He had found that swimming in a freezing cold lake distracted his mind. It took him away from problems for the one hour he spent in the water before he started to feel his limbs go numb.

Draco stopped and let himself float in the water, gazing up at the sky. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes.

Finally, at peace.