Draco had never moved so slowly in his life. He waved his wand in slow-motion as he lifted the wards. When he reached into his pocket for the keys, the air felt solid. He wished he could endlessly prolong the moment and spend the rest of his existence in a never-ending purgatory. In front of the door to a room where his fiancee was about to have what he was sure would be one of the most humiliating experiences of her life. 