Draco’s home was a beehive of activity but the life of the manor had gone. The Dark Lord had taken up residence in the west wing. There were Death Eaters going in and out of the house all the time. They were definitely planning something. He wanted to talk to Hermione about it. He could sense that she wanted to talk to him too. They couldn’t write about it. He was missing her a lot. In the meantime his pet project had begun. He was spending hours upon hours in the library. His mother seemed happy that he was out of the way so it worked in his favour. When he found out that Hermione wouldn’t be going to Diagon Alley to buy supplies, he told his mother to have his supplies delivered as well. His mum had the elves pick up supplies for both Draco and Blaise. Blaise as usual sent her an everlasting narcissa with a warm note thanking her for stepping in for his absentee mother and Narcissa added it to her collection from her unofficial foster son. It was the night before he had to leave for Kings Cross that Draco happened to hear his parents arguing