Narcissa heard the beautiful music of the bells, they tinkled brightly echoing through the empty corridor gaining ever closer to her secluded room. Her son greeted her with a small bow and a peck to her cheek, passing the clit leash into the safety of her waiting hands. His concentration was centred on the control galleon in his hand. She studied the meek captive behind him, while she had ordered that the Mudblood would be rendered mute, she could tell from the nervous darting eyes of the girl that Draco had kept her blind. Understanding her son only too well, she assumed he had turned off her hearing too.