Draco looked up from his newspaper when he heard Hermione’s footfall approaching the sitting room. He glanced to his right from the comfortable armchair. A light rain was caressing the windows, each trickling drop of water an intruder in their territory. Well, he thought, smiling, intruders who dared set foot on their little island, their corner of paradise—or hell, if he was being honest—didn’t meet a kind fate. One day, if the rain managed to annoy them enough, they’d find a way to banish it. 