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Will you be staying?

"Will you be staying for the night, dear? We have a completely empty guest house out back." She was clearly trying to keep Marlya as far away from Draco as possible.

"I've already shown her where she can stay, Mother." Draco had stolen a bite of lasagna off Marlya's plate and was currently dodging the fork she was stabbing at him.

Marlya was as protective of her food as Narsissa was of her son.

"Where, Draco?" He flung himself backwards.

"Upstairs! Ouch!" he said as a found its target anyway.

Marlya was giggling furiously and Draco, with a hurt expression, reached for her stomach. She laughed hard as he tickled her, slipping off the chair as he did. She'd drank just enough wine for everything to be overly funny. Narsissa watched them with wide eyes.

They both stopped suddenly, their eyes locked with the others.

"I feel tired all of a smudden," she hiccupped. Draco pulled her to her feet, still staring at her.

"You look like you need help getting up the stairs." He started to follow her from the room, but Narsissa stopped him.

"Which room is she staying in?" He turned, pale with combined anger and need, and grinned devilishly.

"Mine."

Marlya turned to smile at Draco as he left the dining room, but she stumbled; walking backwards up the stairs is not something one can do drunk. She sat down heavily, her vision spinning mildly. She giggled again as she saw Draco walk towards her, first on the wall, then the ceiling, then back to the floor.

"Why are you walkin' on da wall, Drak-y?"

"How much did you drink?" She giggled again.

"Enough." For a second, his face loomed in her vision and she blinked to stop its swirling.

Then he kissed her and her eyes closed, though she wasn't aware of it.

"If we don't move now, we're not gonna make it upstairs," she panted breathlessly. "And I don't think your mother would like us doing it on the stairs."

"She's not gonna like us doing it anywhere," he said, pulling them both back to their feet. She giggled again, stumbling along beside Draco, tripping over the empty air. They yanked his door open and it slammed shut, startling Narsissa downstairs so much that she dropped her wand into a bowl of soup.

Draco shoved Marlya against the door, pressing his lips against hers with a fierceness that surprised even him. She moaned against his mouth, pulling his against her with both arms around his neck…

Narsissa heard every sound that came from her sons bedroom. She heard every cry, gasp, moan, and laugh, until with one last shriek, silence enveloped the mansion.

A while later, Draco walked into the study. His hair was rumpled and his face was red, but he walked right over to his mother and sat down in the chair across from her.

"I have to leave tomorrow," he said matter-of-factly.

"Where are you going with your little tramp?" Narsissa said, tilting the wine glass up to her lips again.

Then Draco did something he'd never done before; he slapped his mother. Not softly either, but a hard slap that left his hand stinging. He wanted to apologize, but firmly stuck to his guns.

"Mother! Stop calling Marlya a tramp! And for your information, Voldemort has called us all to the House! She was sent to get me!" He sprang from the chair. "Goodnight, Mother."