Mr. Malfoy's figure moved swiftly through the doors, walking towards the railing of the balcony. Esme pushed herself off from the bed, walking barefoot against the cold hardwood floors of his room. Her petite frame fit in the gap where the door was still held slightly open. She stood for a moment admiring his figure. Then she walked over as he turned his head to the side, watching her. Her hues opened in awe as his pale skin set light against the black sky.