"Let us drop pretences and return the world to how it should be. Where wizards like us can take what we want because it is our right." Draco gasped and took a step back. Not because he wanted to, but because it was a physical reaction to seeing the Dark Lord right before him. He collided with something solid behind him. A hand snaked around his upper body and pressed a palm to his chest. Right above his heart. He cupped his hand over that smaller one of his chest. His entire being knew that hand like his own. His heart called out to it and the rest of the body behind him.