From behind the new Venetian mask that Draco had conjured, Hermione looked over at him. They were in each other’s minds. Turn back, scream, run. Her self-preservation instinct was trying to find its voice. Draco raised an eyebrow and she shook her head. Whatever was behind those doors, they would face together. He tugged on her leash. An erotic gesture. A turn-on. Mixed in with the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. He touched the doors and they swung open.