He tossed the pillow aside as soon as the deed was done, her face lax and silent. Her chest had ceased to move. He couldn’t look at her yet. He was dry heaving over the edge of the bed, as if he could expel the demons he had summoned by doing this. The darkness that raged. He briefly hated himself for agreeing to do this. But his mind, no matter how angry, focused on the task at hand. The importance of it. He counted to sixty seconds. Draco needed to assure that her mind would not attempt to come back here. 