A/N: Sorry if it wasn't clear in Chapter One, but when Narcissa is referred to by her full name, it's the present time, and when it's "Crissy", it's fifteen years in the past. I apologize if it was a wee bit confusing, but hey, I'm confused and it's my life. Not the story of course . . . oh, all right, I'm getting on with it . . .

"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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