Accessing their small home in Hogsmeade’s quiet suburbs had been simple. Doors unlocked, security jinxes so weak as to be practically nonexistent against Hermione’s expertise. A quiet life had made them comfortable. Neither had woken when Draco had entered their room and stunned them both. They would not wake again until it was too late. Until smoke had filled their charming home and flames licked at their expensive bedspread.