Draco’s heart was in his throat, having walked past no. 12 Grimmauld Place more times than he cared to count anymore, but not daring to actually stop and knock.<br/>He<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>confirmed that it was indeed where his mum’s cousin was living, knowing that there couldn’t possible by many people in London with the name of Sirius Black. He had also confirmed that someone was home, having spotted movement in the windows one of the many times that he had passed the block.<br/>It felt ridiculous to not have the courage to walk in, but in all honesty, Draco didn’t even know if his mum’s cousin would even<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>to see him, considering that he very much looked like the part of the family that had disowned him. Then again, Draco hadn’t even been born at the time, so it wouldn’t really make sense for him to be the recipient of the grudge.<br/>Feeling his hands shaking, Draco slowly bade him way towards the door, feeling sick with nerves as he got closer. His mind was running with a million miles an hour, unsure if he was trying to talk himself into or out of knocking, when his finger was suddenly on the bell, not having enough coherence of mind to stop himself from pressing it.<br/>He hadn’t even registered his own hand moving, but now that he had made his presence known, he felt stuck in place, unsure what he would even say if the door even got opened in the first place.