Almost as if on cue, the wizard walked through the front door. One glance at his wrinkled, dirty clothes and the exhausted expression on his face proved that he had been on a mission. Whether or not he volunteered for the mission to be free from her for a few hours remained to be seen. Draco cautiously approached the kitchen table, unsure if she would be angry or not for his absence. Knowing that she was about to tell him something he would decidedly not want to hear, she plastered her best smile on her lips and greeted him with a deep kiss. For the moment at least, it seemed that she was calm. He exhaled a sigh of relief.