He shut his door gently and walked briskly to his newly renovated bathroom. The huge old tub he had so graciously destroyed with a towel rail sat good as new, bathed in moonlight. He flicked on a lantern and proceeded to climb into his shower. Frustrations from the day seeping from his shoulders as the water hammered his back. She was here, safe in the manor with him. It had been a week of barely any sleep knowing she was out there in the muggle world, he had survived on whiskey and duelling. The perfect distraction. But now here she was, in her tight jeans and baggy jumpers and he couldn't even touch her. He growled into the water, letting it hit his face. 