ETL Echo presents The Auction by Lovesbitcas8 The sun was high over the Manor. A May wind danced in trees near the gazebo, and the peacocks were sunbathing on the bank of the pond. And Draco still wasn't home. Hermione stood on his balcony, watching the grounds with a sickness in her chest. Narcissa had left the room hours ago, yet she still felt the weight of the tremor in her voice — the tears in her eyes. The three of us won't survive it.