The night they had been waiting a whole 年 of engagement for. A night he had been waiting all of twenty-one years for.
Muggles weren't the only ones with the tradition of 'waiting until marriage'. A useless one, if あなた asked him, but he respected her wish all the same.
He stood によって his big four poster bed. The elves had seen to the immaculate tidiness of his room specifically for this night. Not that his room wasn't always clean, but today they went out of their way to make sure all the linens and curtains were brand new and absolutely splendid. All around him were various rich...
"Who else is here?" Draco asked as he approached Dumbledore from afar, his wand drawn outward, "I heard あなた talking."
"I often talk aloud to myself." Dumbledore told him, "I find it extraordinarily useful. That which sounds sane at a whisper can seem utterly mad when 発言しました for all the world to hear. Haven't been whispering to yourself, have you, Draco?"
Draco looked at Dumbledore with uneasiness in his eyes as beads of sweat formed above his brow.
"You are not an assassin, Draco." Dumbledore told him with a calm sigh.
"How do あなた know what I am?" Draco spat at him, "I've done things that...