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"You're OUT?? What do you MEAN you're out?"
"Ummm . . . there's no Floo for you? You can be mean but there ain't no green? Even if you went and stole, there's none left in the bowl-"
"Stop it! Stop the rhyming!" howled Draco, holding his ears with his hands.
"What's going on in here?"



There was a knock on the door just as Jack was sitting up, flexing his muscles and zipping up his pants.
"Come in." It was probably his manager. Jack looked at the clock and winced. He had missed almost two hours of work. But when the door opened, it wasn't his manager at all. It was his brother, Arthur.
"Hey! What are you doing here?"
"The Ministry called with use of ice and magic? We weren't sure what it was, and when Barty Crouch told me it was at the Savoy, I thought of you and said I'd take care of it." Arthur looked at Jack, then at the pink nightie laying out on a chair. "Now, I think the question is, what are you doing here?
"Er-long story. But now Crissy is in Lucius's room. He's probably beating her or something. I was just about to head over-"
Arthur disappeared. Jack sighed. "And then I realized he would probably have a magical barrier," he finished to no one in particular.
Arthur returned a second later. "There seems to be some sort of magical barrier," he panted.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know. Now, if you'd help me out a little and conjure up some sort of lovely meal, I could go knock on the door and do this the old fashioned way."
"Wouldn't Lucius figure it out?"
"He doesn't know enough about Muggles to understand that you can put out a Do Not Disturb sign."
"Right. One room-service worthy meal coming right up."



"Uncle Jack! Er-what are you doing here?"
Jack didn't answer. He merely stared at Draco with piercing blue eyes. "You're Lucius Malfoy's son, aren't you?"
Draco looked at him with poorly-hidden hatred. "Yes. And you must be a Weasley."
"Jack Weasley. I knew your mother very well." Jack laughed internally as he saw Draco's face twist into a nasty knot of pale confusion.
"What-? Why would you of all people know my mother? She generally chooses not to associate with-ahem-the lesser crowd."
Jack's eyes seemed to fix on something far away. "She wasn't always that way . . . anyway-" he continued, spotting his anxious niece standing by him, "what are you doing here?"
"I mispronounced Malfoy Mansion. I suppose I'm one fireplace off from your house."
"I see. So why don't you get back in there and find your way home."
"I would-Jack-" Draco sneered, cutting down the adult's honor with his first name, "but as I don't carry around pouches of Floo powder, I asked Virginia-"
"Ginny," she said automatically.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I asked her if she had any, but she said that the family is out. Not surprising for people who don't have enough money to support their own fireplace," he said breaking off a brick with a tap of his wand, "let alone their own family.
Jack's eyes flashed dangerously. "I've been dealing with you Malfoys for years. Your sad taunts pale in comparison with your father's." Jack smiled secretly. He already knew Draco's weakness.
"Don't bring Lucius into this," Draco growled, a splash of color appearing in his pale cheeks.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Have I offended poor little Draco? Spawn of that wench Crissy?"
"YOU SON OF A-wait a minute. Her name is Narcissa."
"I told you I knew her in ways you couldn't imagine." Jack smiled wickedly.
"Uggh," Ginny thought to herself.

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"Speak, Weasley. Explain yourself."
Jack glared up at him. "I don't have to explain anything to you. You don't own Crissy."
"Narcissa. I don't know why she insists on using that foolish child's name. And you are correct, you don't have to explain anything to me. But sadly, we are in the middle of a Muggle hotel and how easy it would be to convince them you died of a natural cause . . ." Lucius trailed off, sliding his wand up and down through his long white fingers. "Think about it."
His last word seemed to hover next to Jack's ear, and Lucius's form shimmered into blackness.
"BASTARD!" Jack shouted in frustration. He tried to calm himself and collect the spell to loosen his muscles and shake off the binding curse. It took him a long time.



"Draco, wait! Where are you going?" Narcissa shouted at her departing son.
"Home," he growled. "I'm sick of this place." He jumped into the fireplace and said his destination, but it wasn't the Malfoy mansion that he ended up at-his throat must have been clogged because it was one house off.

"Fred! George! Ron! Ginny!" shouted Mrs. Weasley like a drill sergeant. "Living room, now!"
Four bodies came bouncing down the protesting staircase to greet a smiling mother at the bottom.
"What's going on, Mum?" asked Ginny.
"Your uncle is here."
"JACK!" shouted Fred and George simultaneously.

"What made him go off like that?" questioned Narcissa sadly.
"Hormones, Crissy. I wouldn't worry," said the affluent hairstylist. "He's fifteen, cut him some slack."
"I suppose you're right . . ."

Draco immediately felt something was wrong. Instead of the cold, blackened hearth of his houses's fireplace, he felt warm brick, softened by years of use.

Ginny blanched. "He's here? I haven't even dressed yet! Where's my robe?"
Molly smiled. "It's in the living room, dear. Just throw it over your pajamas." Her daughter ran into the living room and screamed.

Draco looked up to see a flurry of red hair and freckles. Ginny Weasley? He thought dazedly. What is she doing in my house? Then he realized he wasn't in his house. He was at The Burrow.

Ginny would have screamed again if Draco hadn't clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Shut your mouth, you dirty Muggle-lover!"
Ginny slapped away his hand in disgust. "How dare you! You are in my house, GET OUT!"
"I could leave if you'd just get me some Floo powder," he growled back just as angrily.
"Why should I give any to you?"
Draco grinned without a hint of happiness in his smile. "Because if you don't, then your father will have a lot more to worry about than a misbehaving teapot."
Ginny's brow narrowed. "Fine. I'm only doing this to get you out."
Draco gave a mock bow. "As to be expected, my fair hostess."
Ginny muttered something that consisted mainly of profanity and stalked out of the room. She entered the kitchen where a tall, red haired man with bright blue eyes greeted her.
"Uncle Jack!"
"My little ginseng! Only not so little anymore! How are you?"
Ginny beamed at him. "Wonderful, you?"
"Fair as always."
Ginny moved aside to let her brothers tackle him with hugs and looked in the pot of Floo Powder. With shock she realized that there was not one speck of the green powder left.
"Mum! Mum! Do we have any more Floo Powder?" asked Ginny frantically. Her mother gave her a strange look. "No, dear, we ran out last night after the party, remember? But I'm going to pick up some today; don't worry,you'll still be able to make it to Diagon Alley.
Ginny's eyes widened.
"You're still not dressed, Ginny-please go get your robe."
Ginny ran off into the living room. Draco looked up from his lap.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm reading some book I found on the coffee table."
Ginny frowned and snatched the book out of his hands. "Arithmancy in Daily Life? Not exactly a light read. And not even yours."
He shrugged. "I have the first book in the series at home."
"Really?" Ginny's eyes brightened for a moment. "Does it talk about-"
Draco cleared his throat loudly. "The Floo Powder?"
Ginny's smile died on her lips. "Um-see-the thing is . . . we're out."

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"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"
"Lucius!"
"Lucius?"
He stood there, eyes blazing as he took in Jack lying on the bed in his boxers and Crissy leaning over him.
"Who is this? What are you doing?" he growled.
"Um-er-Lucius, this is Jack Weasley. Jack, my fiance Lucius."
"Yes, her fiance, you lusting pig-dog!"
"Lucius, it's not like that! I was helping him with his leg!"
"And you're telling me HE DOESN'T NEED HIS PANTS TO DO THAT?"
"No, no, the leg was too tight and I couldn't get it past his ankle to put the ice on and transfer the spell."
"I'll do it. It's not proper for you to be doing it."
"What? Not proper? What am I, a princess? Jack's my friend-"
"Your friend?" Lucius started to laugh. "Since when do filthy Muggle-loving Weasleys make friends with pure-bloods like us?"
"The Weasleys are pure-bloods."
"It speaks!" said Lucius in mock surprise. "No, you're right, you wouldn't want a real wizard to taint your Muggle-infested bloodline."
"ARRRGHHH!" shouted Jack as he attempted to shoot a curse at Lucius, who dodged it neatly and shot a binding spell at him.
"There. Now he won't move while I attend to his wound. Narcissa, you may wait for me in my room."
"Oh, thank you," she said sarcastically. "I want to stay here with Jack! It's my fault he got hurt."
"GO TO THE ROOM!" Lucius shouted. He pointed his wand at her to further convince her.
"I don't know where it is . . ." she said meekly.
"One-fourteen," he growled. She backed away out of the door and slammed it behind her.
"Women," Lucius muttered. "They're all the same."
He shot a minor movement spell to Jack's mouth.
"Speak, Weasley. Explain yourself."

Draco ambled over to the drink table, and bought a few vodka for himself. He was tired and angry. Why was he so cursed to be a Malfoy? All he wanted was a normal life. He watched Narcissa talking and laughing with a few men at her end of the dance floor, flipping her hair and fluttering her eyelashes.
He felt stillborn tears in his own dark-blonde lashes, but they never escaped the confines of his intense eyes. Not that night.
Not any night.
Never.

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"Jack! Jack! You have to get out!" said Crissy, bursting into the hotel room.
"What? Why?" he asked, propping himself up, wincing.
Crissy sighed and sank down on the bed next to him. "No, you can't even move!"
"Yeah, I just noticed that my knee hurts."
"Your knee?"
"Yup."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jack! I must have caught that on the doorknob. This is all my fault!" she cried, wringing her hands.
"Um . . . I hate to break up this little self-pity session, but do you mind passing me the ice?"
"Right," she sniffled. Crissy tried to pull up his pant leg, but it stopped mid-ankle. "Um, Jack, your pants won't go up that high. Just take them off."
"What? I'm not taking off my pants?"
"You were going to anyway. Just do it, or I can't perform the spell and apply the ice."
"Fine, fine . . . can you just , er, turn around?"
"You are so childish. All right." She turned around. In about five seconds Jack mumbled, "Okay."
Crissy turned around and almost burst out laughing.
"Nice-nice boxers!" she managed to snort out between muffled laughs.
"Shut up," he said peevishly. His boxers were bright yellow with a big smiley face.
"Okay, hold still." She leaned over his lower body and he couldn't help but watch her as she peered intently over his leg. Crissy pushed back some of her white-gold hair and pursed her lips in concentration as she drew together the correct spell.
Suddenly the door swung open.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

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"Lucius! What are you doing here?"
The figure turned. "Hello, Narcissa. I'm doing fine, thanks. How are you?"
Crissy laughed, masking her surprise and and anger in a single swift manuever. "I'm fine, Lucius. Do you have a room?"
"A room?"
"Yes, a rented room that you sleep in?"
"Well, of course I do. Not that this is particularly pleasing. I hate Muggle hotels."
"Why don't you go to your room and wait there? I'll come visit you."
"Sure-what's with all the ice?"
"Um-drinks?"
Lucius laughed. "A woman after my own heart."
Crissy forced a laugh and scrambled off.
Lucius watched her departing figure with interest.
She was hiding something, and he intended to find out what.
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"Crissy, dah-ling! How ah you?"
Narcissa grinned widely. "Hey, Nigel. Haven't seen you you in over fifteen years. What have you been up to?"
"Za use-ual. Trying to zave zeese silly fools from zeir muy terrible hair."
"Drop the accent, Nigel. I know you're not French."
"Aww, Crissy. It's so great to have you back."
They hugged warmly, when a sarcastic voice behind them said, "Good lord, Narcissa. If you're going to cheat on Lucius, at least do it with a man."
"Draco! Don't be rude!"
Nigel smiled at him. "Boy, I am more woman than you'll ever have and more man than you'll ever be."
Narcissa laughed, and Nigel joined her. Draco flushed bitterly and mumbled something about wanting a drink, and ambled off.
"You know, you shouldn't have done that. He's got Lucius's pride."
"And your looks. Remind me again why he doesn't have a girlfriend?"
"Because he's Lucius Malfoy's son."
Nigel laughed. "How could I forget?"
"How goes the hairstyling?" Narcissa asked.
"Business as usual. Most witches are convinced that they look good until I get a hold of them!" He smiled wickedly.
"Oh Nigel, that's so like you. Why don't you go back to murdering the self-esteems of Muggles? They all loved your 'magic touch'."
"Ahh, stupid Ministry of Magic caught up with me. Now I'm stuck with witches again and in the dredges of magical hairstylists."
"You poor thing."

"What do you mean, 'yet'?"
"Oh, come off it, Jack." said Arthur playfully, punching his younger brother on the shoulder. "We all know you're a womanizer."
"That's not true!" he cried indigniantly.
"Hmmm, then what happened to Susie, Jenn, Michaela, Louise, Victoria, Maggie-"
"All right! All right! So I live a little bit!"
Arthur snorted again. "Understatement of the year."

There was a knock on the door, and Crissy jumped. It was four o'clock in the morning. Oh well, she hadn't slept much anyway. She walked over to the tiny peephole and saw Jack standing outside.
"Who is it?" she asked in a nasal French accent.
"Service for the misses."
Crissy opened the door a crack. Smiling mischieviously, she asked, "What kind of service?"
"Any kind she desires," whispered Jack. Crissy's eyes widened a bit, and she slammed the door.
"OWWW!" howled Jack in pain. "You slammed the door on my foot!"
Crissy gasped. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Come in, I'll get some ice or something, I don't know what these Muggles do . . ."
Jack wobbled in unsteadily, leaning heavily on Crissy's extended right arm.
"Thanks," he said weakly. "You know, a simple 'no' would have sufficed . . ."
"I'm really sorry. I'm not used to that kind of thing, you know. The only guy who I'm used to is Lucius, and sometimes that's the only way to deal with him. Here, sit on the bed."
Jack winced as shifted onto the bed sideways and lifted his foot up onto a nearby chair. "Supposedly elevation helps. Do you mind getting that ice? When you come back you can tell me all about Lucius."
"Oh really? Gee, thanks." said Crissy sarcastically. She went to get the ice. On the way back, she bumped into the back of a tall, dark-haired man.
"Hello, Narcissa." said an oily voice.
Lucius.

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"Draco! Draco, come up here!" Narcissa shouted down the long flights of stairs.
"What-Narcissa-" he panted, after climbing the ten flights.
"Let's go out. If I stay one minute longer in this mansion I think I'll scream."
Draco smiled wickedly. "We haven't been to Bangers in ages."

Crissy paced back and forth in her hotel room, picking up the phone, then putting it down. Picking it up, putting it down. She debated calling Jack. What if he wasn't there? What if Lucius was trying to call her at the very second?
At that Crissy made up her mind. She picked up the phone and dialed the number written on the note Jack had given her.
"Hello?" asked a barely-awake voice on the other line.
"Hi, is Jack Weasley there?"
"No, this is Arthur."
"Arthur? What are you doing at Jack's house?"
"I'm his brother."
"His brother? But only Jack knows how to use Muggle phones."
"So he taught me." There was a weak laugh on the other end of the line. "Is there a reason you're calling so late at night?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, Arthur. But is Jack there?"
"Well, he's asleep, I'm afraid."
"Oh . . ."
"I could wake him up if you wanted."
"No, that's okay. I have to call Lucius, anyway."
"Lucius? Lucius Malfoy?" he said in a stunned voice.
"Yeah," Crissy said tiredly. "He's my fiance."
"Your fiance?!" he asked. "I'm so sorry!"
"So am I." Crissy muttered. "Well Arthur, it was lovely meeting you. Goodbye!"
"Bye!"

"Jack! Jack, wake up!"
"Huh? What?"
"Guess who's getting married?" Arthur said, practically dancing from one foot to the other in front of the sofa that served as Jack's bed.
Jack propped himself up on his elbows and rubbed his eyes sleeply. He yawned. "Yes, I know, you're getting married to Molly, I haven't forgotten."
"No, no! Lucius Malfoy! He's getting married!" Arthur said.
"Gee, you sound so excited," said Jack. "Look, I already knew that. Is there a reason you woke me up at-" he checked the clock- "quarter to twelve to tell me this? I have to go to work in three hours, and I'd like to get some sleep here."
"I was just talking to Narcissa Malfoy, and she said that they were getting married!"
"Why were you- WHY DIDN'T YOU COME WAKE ME UP?" he shouted indigniantly, suddenly fully awake.
Arthur's lips curled into a smile. "She said that she didn't want to wake you." He began wagging his finger in Jack's face. "An engaged woman! Jack, I'm shocked!"
Jack punched him and knocked his hand away. "Shut up, we're not doing anything."
"Yet," snorted Arthur.

Draco was slicking back his hair in front of the washroom mirror. He loved it when his father went on these trips. Lucius hadn't gone on one of his Death Eater killing sprees in ages, and Draco was almost glad for it. Satisfied with his hair, he walked down into the parlor.
Narcissa was standing there, her long, white-blond hair wavy down to her waist, vivid silver eyes dancing with mirth and marked with liner.
Anyone spotting the two together would guess them to be brother and sister. And it was true; they almost were. Narcissa was only twenty years older than Draco, only thirty-four, and Draco, of course, looked at least five years beyond his age of fifteen.
"You look disturbingly handsome, Draco. Why don't you have a girlfriend again?"
"Narcissa," he smirked, "you may look my age but you're still my mother."
Narcissa groaned good naturedly and tossed some Floo powder into the fire.
"Bangers!" she cried into the emerald flames.

She was greeted by loud music and dim lighting except for the occasional strobe.
"Crissy!" shouted someone she never thought she'd see again.

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Draco lay on his bed unhappily, watching the sun travel through cracks in the thick stone walls of the Malfoy mansion. He was sleepy, after staying up all night.
The evening before, Lucius Malfoy had threatened Draco once more. Draco often found it in his best interest to stay up all night, just in case Lucius decided to carry out his threat. But either his father was too drunk or too tired himself to come and beat his son, so around five o'clock that morning, Draco had tried to fall back asleep.
But now the sun was creeping into his room, and he was finding it harder and harder to close his eyes. Finally he bowed to the inevitable and got out of bed.
"Good morning, Draco dear," Naricissa said quietly, not looking up from Witch Weekly.
"Morning, Narcissa." he returned.
Lucius came down the stairs; his eyes were puffy and red and his face was blotched. Draco laughed to himself. So his father had probably tried to come to his room . . . and he couldn't find his way, the old drunk.
"Why do you read these trash magazines?" snarled Lucuis loudly, ripping the Witch Weekly out of his wife's hands. He looked at the cover; Sirius Black was flashing a handsome smile at him. "Vile!" he shouted in disgust. "The man gets out of prison and suddenly he's the most handsome wizard on the planet!" Lucius eyed her angrily. "I don't want you reading these smut magazines anymore," he growled.
Naricissa nodded vaguely, and returned to her breakfast. Draco scowled. He hated seeing his mother give in like this, but both of them knew it was far better than allowing Lucius to lose his temper. He only did it at home; in public places he was the epitome of calm and composure. But once the great mahogany door of the Malfoy mansion closed, it was the opening of a more deadly power. And it hurt Narcissa far more than Draco would ever know.
Narcissa climbed the winding staircase up to her tiny alcove.
She reclined in her chair, in the only room in the house that was all hers, and did what she did every day.
Wish for what could have been.

"Will you be requiring anything, Miss?" asked the attendant politely.
"No, thank you," responded Narcissa, waving him away. She turned to view her small hotel room, and laughed softly, taking in all of the Muggle furnishings. It was a beautiful hotel, no doubt.
Lucius would hate it.
She shuddered, and pushed away the thoughts of her faraway fiance. Narcissa often tried to remember why she was marrying him, but it would always end with a talk from her mother, saying how she was never going to get married if she kept doubting herself.
Naricissa looked over at the bedside table. There was a tell-a-phone, and a Bible. Narcissa flipped through the pages amusedly. Muggles . . . what they would create to avoid magic. There was a sudden knock on the door and Narcissa jumped. She walked over to the door and opened it.
A young man, perhaps a year older than Narcissa, smiled brightly at her. He was tall and lanky, with red hair and bright blue eyes.
"Hullo, miss! May I be of service?" His eyes darted around the room and landed on the cage containing her owl, Felicity. "d**n Muggles. They're so lazy they insist on room service."
Narcissa breathed a sigh of relief. "So you're a wizard . . ." She glanced at his nametag. "Jack Weasley?"
"That's me."
"What are you doing working in a Muggle hotel?"
"It's an entertaining job." he said lightly.
Narcissa happened to glance at his arm, which seemed a bit strange. He caught her eye and smiled. "Oh yes, I was in Quidditch before. Got hit by a Bludger, though. My grip on the bat's never been the same since."
"Wait- you're Whomping Weasley!"
Jack grinned. "That I am, Miss."
"Oh! How silly of me not to recognize you before! I'm sorry."
"Think nothing of it, Miss-"
"Narcissa. You can just call me Crissy."
Jack looked at her strangely. "Where'd you get that nickname?"
"Well, my mother hates-I mean hated-" She caught herself, feeling the uncomfortable past tense in her mouth, "names that are more than two syllables, and she thought "Cissy" would be a bit of an unfortunate name. So Crissy it is."
Jack laughed, a charming, deep laugh. "All right then, Crissy. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"You could tell me why you're working at some oblivious Muggle hotel."
Jack gave a her a look of mock anger. "Oblivious Muggle hotel! My dear, this is THE Muggle hotel! The Savoy! It's the most famous hotel in all England!"
Crissy laughed appreciatively. "Okay, Jack. Fine, why are you working at the Savoy?"
"Well, my wand arm got tore up pretty badly, and the doctor who fixed it wasn't so hot, so it's never really completely healed. And I couldn't be a Beater anymore."
"So you became a hotel attendant? Couldn't you work for the Ministry?"
"Nah. I'd end up really bored and set fire to something." They laughed together.
Jack smiled michieviously, "So, what brings you here, Crissy?"
"Well, I'm traveling through London, and I'm planning to meet my fiance."
Jack made a face. "Your fiance? You're only nineteen!"
"Yes, well . . . my father insisted on arranged marriage, and I love him and trust his judgement too much to say no. My mum died about a month ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Anyway, so my dad's really special to me. If this is what makes him happy, so be it."
"You're mad! Love is not a tool! It's an emotion!"
Crissy snorted. "Love is always a tool!"
Jack shook his head in wonderment. "So young. So cynical! Who is your fiance?"
"Lucius Malfoy."
Jack scowled. "That slimy git?"
"Hey!" Crissy punched him lightly on the arm, and Jack laughed.
"But seriously, do you love him?"
Crissy looked down at the floor. "Yes."
"You're lying."
Crissy's head snapped back up. "Excuse me?"
"When you lie, you look down."
Crissy stuttered for awhile. "Well-er-so! It's none of your business anyway!"
Jack gave a fake gasp. "Excusez-moi! Ve ver haffing such a vunderful conversatshun and just vook vat you've done vit it!"
"Since when did you develop the accent of a French man living in Russia?"
Jack laughed. "Fine! If you don't want to talk to me. But here, take this. Just in case."
He pressed a tiny sheet of paper into her hand, kissed it, and winked at her before walking away down the hall. Crissy stared at her hand for a long time, like the kiss was still there. Finally she opened it to reveal a note scrawled on a tiny bit of sticky paper on her palm.

"NARCISSA! WHERE ARE YOU?"
"Up here, Lucius."
Lucius came up the stairs to Narcissa's attic room, panting like an angry dragon. "Why do you insist on sitting up here in this stuffy tower?"
"I like it up here."
"Well, I don't. See if I care if you suffocate and die."
"What do you want?"
"I'm going away for a few days. Maybe a week."
"Where are you going now?"
"None of your business, wench!" he shouted, raising his fist to strike her. She flinched, and he continued.
"I have things to attend to. Draco will remain here with you. Be sure he isn't allowed to fly, visit with friends, or go to Hogsmeade."
"Why not?"
"Because, Narcissa. He's a spoiled brat. He needs some discipline in his life."
"All right, Lucius."
"Goodbye, dear." He leaned forward, very close to Narcissa's face, and when most couples would have kissed, he whispered in her ear, "You know what will happen if you leave."
And with that he Apparated and was gone.

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