Wrapped up cozily in coils, Genghis Connie passes the British night, on Malfoy Manor. She's gotten quite comfy where she is. Even so, she shivers, and flicks her tongue. This climate is SO much more relaxing than that humid place her master, Zelda DuBois, had her living in...

Ah, these airheaded snake-dancers and snake-tamers. They think they can get any snake to do anything they dream of, anywhere they have to...

High over the manor, the towers of the main house stand. In one of them, a certain young couple sleeps in bliss.

Mickey's on his side, and smiling. Agatha's curled up behind him, and embracing him. She smiles brighter. For the time, it seems that nothing's wrong...

Down the hall, a loo dwells, in the dark. Bubbles rise from its toilet water...

With a jolt, Mickey wakes. His pulse races. He can't seem to go back to sleep...not even with a gorgeous Malfoy witch embracing him from behind...

Her arms are around him. It takes a bit of stealth, and effort, to pry them off. At one point, he thinks he's blown it, when he moans happily. Even worse, she inadvertently reverses his progress, by clinging to him more...

Somehow, he pries away. He creeps out of the room, and down the hall. Heart thundering, he rounds the bend, and enters the loo. He lights his wand, and shines it around.

Funny; this loo seems fine. Not a single detail out-of-place... As a matter of fact, this looks like the kind of loo that the Minister of Magic herself would love to clean herself in...if the Minister were ever a Malfoy...

There are many in British wizardry who hope that day never comes. Mickey can't say he's one of them...or at least, not on the topic of a Malfoy WITCH becoming Minister...

He slowly turns, as his suspicions fall on the toilet. He's aware of a tale, in Slytherin House back at school, where their founder, Salazar, built a chamber in the castle. Within it, a horrible leviathan dwelled. It once swore to purge the school of all of its Muggle-born students...

Mickey's no Muggle-born. Even so, he hates basilisks enough to not want to share a manor with one...let alone any house that allowed him to stay in one of its rooms...

He shines his light in the toilet, and looks around in it. It...SEEMS like sanitized water...

In a flash, something flies out. He yells, and falls over backwards.

He shines his light around the loo, as a small group of winged silver keys flies around the loo. They ascend into the vaults, and fly around more...

Too near, the door opens. Mickey leaps up, pulls up his blue briefs, and points his wand at the opening door...

It's Agatha. She's topless...but otherwise in green panties. Mickey rests his wand...best he can, considering that he's still getting used to how secure Agatha's felt around him lately...

"Mickey?!" She strings her blonde hair from her face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He looks around. "Thought I heard something." He shakes his head. "Why do you keep keys in the toilet?!"

She scoffs. "Dad's idea. He's just trying to keep them safe."

Mickey scoffs, looking up at them, as they beat their wings in the vaults. "He's not a fool. I just hope he remembers to wash his hands before using those things..."

She shrugs. "No one else does. He won't even let Lioubov near them."

"Who?"

"Lioubov...my recently-imported Ukrainian stepmom. The one whose ass you can't seem to stop staring at."

He gapes...and frowns. "Oh. You've noticed..."

She nods...and shrugs. "It's okay. I get it. Look, if you're not ready for something serious..."

"No, I am. Your new mother's just...a minor obstacle that's...going to take more time than I'd like to get over."

She scoffs. "I doubt that. But I can tell you're doing your best. Come back to bed. Sleep is wizardry's medicine; that's a Malfoy family philosophy that goes way back."

He smiles. "I can't imagine that ALL of your kin have become dark wizards."

"We can be a bit devious. But we all aim to be the best we can be."

"Oh yeah," he acknowledges a few faucets and handles, which are fashioned like a serpent's head and coils, respectively, "I can see that..."

She takes him by the arm, and leads him back to bed. She waves her hand over his head, and chants. As she grasps his wrist, she can feel his pulse decelerating...

Downstairs, in the master bed, Lioubov's all sprawled out, across the shabby chic bedding. She's in revealing white lingerie. Her hand's still on her pussy. She smiles...

She's topless. Her nipples are hard. She's in love, and dreaming of a man. And it's NOT Mr. Malfoy...