She watched him stand up, feeling a pain stab at her heart for realising just how formal he was being. This had been a difficult year to both of them. Voldemort terrorising the manor, punishing Lucius for his failure to bring the Potter boy's prophecy to the Dark Lord. Draco had been so very unhappy and she had been so afraid.

She follows him without another word but once they get out to the hallway, she takes his arm and curls her own around it, walking close to him, sharing her warmth.

"Lead the way, darling."