Harry’s voice was the first thing to rouse her from the depths of sleep on Friday morning as his patronus bounded into the room. "Ron’s dead. Molly found him this morning. The things they did to him "Mione–" his voice faltered. "Kingsley thinks we might be next. Be careful, I know Draco will protect you, but the rest of them, they’re out for blood."  She smirked, he wasn’t wrong. "Just watch your back okay? I’ll see you tonight at the meeting." The stag dissolved into nothingness and she looked over at Draco, still fast asleep beside her, his Sectumsempra scars on full display where he lay shirtless, mouth slightly agape. He really was beautiful. 