The sun had set, deepening the color of the sky to the purplish blue of a bruise. It had been a dismal rainy summer, so the clear night was a treat. Lights were strung all over the Weasley garden, casting their shine onto the smiling and laughing faces of the party. George had conjured some fireworks which were being set off in the distance. Everyone was having a grand old time. Except Draco. The crack of the fireworks and the general gaiety of the party set his teeth on edge.