Draco kissed Hermione's forehead, smoothing soft curls from her face before dragging the wooden box from under the bed. With the crystal mask under one arm, he trekked into the dim evening light to the King's villa. He was soaked in a cold sweat by the time he dragged on the robes, the cool crystal of the mask feeling like ice against hot skin. He had been steeling himself all day for this task. 