He'd had no warning of her arrival. No idea that she'd been captured. He had been Occluding himself into near unconsciousness when Greyback and Scabior had barged into the drawing room with three filthy prisoners in tow. It wasn't an uncommon site - for prisoners, usually bloodied, to be brought into the Manor. Typically, they were taken straight to the dungeons and Draco didn't have to see them. Didn't have to add those images to the ghastly parade constantly in his head. But this time was different. He could almost feel the savage glee pulsing off Greyback as they had filed into the room. He'd meant to leave - hadn't wanted any part in the torture he knew Bella favored. But then Bella had said his name and Narcissa had gripped his arm so tightly she'd nearly drawn blood, even through his shirt and jacket. And then he'd looked. By rights, he should have passed out, so drastic was the rush of his blood leaving his head completely. His Occulmency walls has rattled, had shaken, and then had blown apart as he watched those big whiskey colored eyes he loved so much lift from the floor, meeting his gaze dead-on. She had looked... defiant. Scared, of course, as she was being held by Greyback who was, quite possibly the most repulsive thing to ever walk the planet (Voldemort included). But defiant underneath it all.