Draco woke with a start, his silver chain burning into his wrist as he was alerted to the ward breaking. "Shit!" Scrambling out of bed he quickly got dressed and saw the time – 4am; he didn’t want to wake Hermione at this hour, he knew she had trouble sleeping at the best of times and this would cause her to stress and sleep even less. Deciding he’d check the wards from the outside before waking Granger, he apparated to the path opposite her flat and inspected the wards. There was a clear ripple in them, and someone had been able to get close to breaking them. Draco was seething. His wards were unbreakable. He wasn’t some brainless fourth year, he was Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater, Slytherin Prince, Wizarding Royalty in some circles owing to the Malfoy name. Nobody broke his wards.