The floor was cold under her bare feet and Draco hadn’t kissed her that morning before getting out of bed, like he usually did. She had barely slept a wink. Unable to help herself, she had dozed off a few times, only to be awakened by the burning sensation of the chains on her wrist. But she wasn’t going to complain. Draco hadn’t slept either. He had lain on his side, silently, watching her the entire night. But had only healed her burns in the morning after unchaining her.