Hermione was so glad that Haliburton was not limited electricity wise. She had a muggle studies club in the after noon, they spent all their time watching muggle movies. Mostly American, and suspiciously enough, all containing tall, dark and mysterious leading men. There was a lot of Tim Burtons work taking center stage. Today however they had gone back a little and were watching a silent film, The Perils of Pauline. So many cliches had come from this film and ingrained themselves into the muggle culture she felt it was an important movie to watch. When the villain appeared twirling his moustache Hermione couldn't help but think that Snape had looked surprisingly similar to him the other night. Except for the moustache they had the same identical devious look. Hermione began to wonder, then worry.

When Lucious awoke he was lying on the second couch under his wife's watchful eye. Draco had come too and was drinking tea looking very meek with his head bowed and body language very closed off. He was ashamed of something and refused to meet his father's eye. Narcissa sat on the chaise, very pale and exhausted looking. Lucious could not be angry when she looked so sickly. He ran to her side and took her hand.

"Dearest, what has happened, you look ill." She turned her head and smiled at him. She laid her other hand on top of his and had to exhale from the exertion.

"Severus said it would be like this but he assured me that I would be alright."

"What does Snape have to do with this?!" The anger was barely contained in his voice. Narcissa patted his hand gently and his anger waned slightly. She went on to explain how she didn't want he ad Draco to be harmed in the battle. She had talked to Lucinda and Severus, she revealed the fact that she knew about Severus's duplicity, and he had assured her that no deatheater would be making it out alive. She believed him and he had trained her to do the spells that she needed. He took care of Draco and sent him home by way of floo and she had to put Lucious to sleep and be sure that he was asleep for awhile.

"I know you are angry with me Lucious, just realize I did it because I love you and I wanted us to be together." Lucious laid his head in her lap, hoping for the first time that all the deatheaters and Voldemort had been killed because if they hadn't they would be coming for him next. He stood up only to sit on the edge of the chaise, then he leaned down and kissed her. He savored every moment, unsure of how much longer he would have with her.

"I could never be angry with you, but you may have put us all in worse danger. If any deatheaters survive they will come here for us. Let's go to the summer house just to be safe. We'll close the floo connection, only Severus will know where we are. Draco you go ahead and go, alert the house elves, your mother and I will be there soon." Draco stood and walked to the fireplace like a dog with his tale between his legs. He stepped in to the fireplace and disappeared. Lucious Helped Narcissa up from the chaise and began walking her over to the fireplace.

Lucious and Draco bid Snape and Samuel farewell. Snape took Smauels hand and they apparated to the gates of Hogwarts to take Hermione up on the father son time. Lucious and Draco started walking. Once they were out of sight of anyone that mattered they stood closer together. Lucious draped his arm over his sons shoulder and they walked in companionable silence. Lucious never thought he would admit it, and he wouldn't out loud, but he was grateful for the death of Voldemort. If only they had gone somewhere else.