A glint of a blade in her hand and a rapid movement. The Muggle man was dead before he could let out his final scream. The halls of the mansion of horrors were probably filled with memories of his screams. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding in. At least this way, the man had escaped. Quickly even. Painlessly. Draco’s own troubles on the other hand, Hermione’s troubles, were only just beginning. 