The cold damp air hit Draco like a physical blow as he jerked the door to the back porch open. The steady rain had intensified throughout the evening and now it was a deluge, the wind ripping through his thin shirt and making him shiver. He slammed the door behind him viciously, and it rattled in its frame as he stalked over to the railing of the tiny porch, gripping it hard. His breath came fast and rasping, the sound drowned out by the rain drumming on the tin porch roof.