The Mediterranean sun was relentless. It bounced off the pale stone buildings, shimmered against the turquoise water, and made the enormous white villa overlooking the coastline look like something ripped straight from a ridiculously expensive holiday magazine. Villa Belladonna had been rented for three weeks. Three weeks of sunshine, parties, private beaches, and absolutely no responsibilities. At least, that was the idea.

The front gates swung open as the first enchanted cars pulled into the courtyard. Suitcases appeared beside the entrance, luggage charms were already being abused, and somebody had apparently decided that bringing an entire collection of vinyl records was a reasonable use of luggage space.

The villa itself was absurd. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked an infinity pool, a sprawling outdoor terrace wrapped around the back of the property, and a private staircase leading directly down to the beach. There were more bedrooms than anyone needed, a fully stocked bar, and a music room that would undoubtedly become a problem after midnight.

Draco Malfoy had already claimed the largest bedroom. Naturally. Blaise was inspecting the wine cellar, while Theodore had disappeared somewhere with his sunglasses and a book. Pansy was busy complaining about the temperature of the pool despite having been there for approximately four minutes.