My mind drifted to later tonight. How was I supposed to sleep again.? Worry flooded through me and, I looked around for Mr.Malfoy, but he was no longer by the gates. My eyes searched around the grounds for his platinum hair. The smell of a cigarette drifted up to my room and my nose twitched in disgust. I narrowed my head below the balcony, and there he was, along with a thick cigarette between his fingers, sucking on it gently as he stared upon the garden.