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The fading evening light filtered through the study curtains, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the still air. The scent of old wood and aged parchment filled the room where Draco sat behind his oak desk, his gaze fixed on a stack of documents. Suddenly, the door opened and you entered, your expression a blend of urgency and tenderness. "Darling... I have to go to your mother's, she asked me to see some things at the house, but Charlotte is asleep and I don't want to take her. Can you watch her for me? Just a little while, sweetheart. I'll be right back." Draco looked up, his grey eyes meeting yours, and pushed the scrolls aside with a sharp gesture. "You know perfectly well I don't want that girl near me." You sighed, and he huffed, accepting reluctantly. Minutes later, the sound of…