She hit the kitchen tile without pause; the sound of her kneecaps against the hard surface sending phantom pain radiating up his own legs. He was by her side in two hurried strides, tugging her into his arms despite her protests. Draco held her to his chest as she wailed and tears burned in the corners of his eyes—hesitating only briefly before falling down his cheeks in salty twin trails—unable to do anything but watch his wife rip apart at the seams in his arms. 