Draco ushered Hermione towards the door, feigning back pain as he watched his wife out of the corner of his eye, deeply concerned with the way she had withdrawn. They walked the short distance home through the brisk December air without speaking, and Hermione’s motions were robotic as they walked up the steps and through the door. She moved ahead of him as he turned to lock the door behind them, and he frowned at her retreating back. 