"I love you!" his mother cried as he crossed the threshold, and Draco’s chin trembled with trapped sobs as he walked away; striding fast down the wide hallway with his boots thudding muffled on the carpet. Tiptree dogged his heels, and Draco knew without having to look that her hand was still wrapped around her holstered wand. He snorted. He was unarmed, and she was a trained Auror, and she still felt the need to watch him like a hawk?