His worst night came towards the end of his second month in the cottage, it was a cold night as a strong storm had moved through the valley leaving a mess of rain and chill in its wake. No matter how many jumpers Draco layered on between warming charms, he just could not get warm enough. And when the chill crept into him, bone deep, he felt the panic settle hard in his chest. Draco stripped his clothes off, leaving himself in nothing but his pants and he paced about the cottage, his breath shallow and heart beating painfully in his chest. Draco didn’t dare to close his eyes for fear of seeing cold green eyes and feeling an icy grip weigh heavily on his wrist.