Her hands remain frozen in place, unmoving, but she can see the slight tremble in her fingertips. It feels like she's been caught. She hears Draco's footsteps gracefully march across the floor. He's behind her, and she can sense his figure emitting the peppermint and slight cigar scent she's grown to admire. Her hands drop back to her side, and her mouth feels dry. Unlike moments ago. She gulps, twisting around as her eyes land on him. And that's all it takes to snap her out of a dazed dream. Because it's no longer a dream. He's come home, and he's standing in front of her.