"Are you awake?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am."
"Do you mind if I join you?"
"Please do."
Draco walked quietly over and joined Sheila on the sofa in the living room of the tent. "Have you been enjoying yourself?"
"Absolutely. And I have a feeling that something extremely entertaining is going to happen just a little later tonight." Draco gave her a curious look, but Sheila just shook her head and said, "You'll figure it out soon enough." She smiled mischievously.
"You do realize that it's very creepy to have you just staring down at me like that, right?"
Sheila slid down from the back of the sofa to where normal people usually sit, so that she and Draco were right up against each other. "Is this better?" she asked him, a flirtatious note in her voice now.
"Very much so." Draco pulled Sheila's face closer to his own and they kissed passionately.
When they finally broke apart, Sheila said, "I love you, you know that, right?"
"And I love you." At this, Sheila lowered her head to rest it on Draco's chest. After a short few minutes, they had both fallen asleep.
They awoke abruptly to the sounds of bangs and screams out in the campground. "What d'you suppose is going on out there?" Sheila asked, not really looking for an answer. She had a pretty good idea.
"I don't think it's anything to worry about," Draco replied calmly.
"Neither do I. But it would probably look pretty suspicious if we appear totally calm through this chaos. We should probably at least make it seem like we're panicked, don't you think?"
"Mad dash into the trees then?"
"Yeah, sounds good." So they ran together, feigning panic, into the nearby woods and stopped just inside the cover of the trees. They looked at each other and began to laugh softly. They both were now certain of what was going on. Draco's father and some of his old Death Eater friends had clearly gotten drunk and decided to take part in some good old Muggle torture for fun.
Just as Draco and Sheila began to get comfortable, Potter slimed up with Weasley and Granger trailing him as always. Before the three of them noticed the two people standing only feet away, the Mudblood suggested that they stay there to wait for the others. This is when Sheila thought it a good time to make her presence known. "You do realize that they're hunting Muggles, don't you Granger?"
"Yeah," said Draco. "But if you want to be showing your knickers off in midair, stick around."
"It'd give us all a good laugh," As though picturing it and enjoying the idea, Sheila let out a laugh. The laugh seemed to catch Potter off guard. Not as though he hadn't been expecting it, but as if the sound of the laugh struck something in his mind. Sheila did not worry about this. She was sure that Harry would never make the connection between her laugh and that of the Dark Lord, despite the similarities between the two. The differences were too great.
Potter quickly recovered himself and said to Draco, "I bet your dad's out there running round with those people in masks."
Draco replied coolly, "So what if he is? You've no way to prove it one way or the other."
Potter, with blood traitor and Mudblood in tow, departed deeper into the forest after that. Draco and Sheila, having nothing with which to occupy their time, decided to watch the pandemonium ensue. They were both finding the actions of the Death Eaters quite hilarious. After a short time, Sheila felt the Dark Mark on her left forearm prickle ever so slightly. She turned around, pretending to have heard something unusual, and looked up into the sky. There, she saw exactly what she had known she would see: the Dark Mark floating directly over the heart of the forest. She then thought joyously, with a small grin playing on her lips, Daddy'll be back soon.