Logic, it seemed, had long been forgotten.
She had taken leave of her senses; was no longer responsible for her actions.
Could be considered non-compos mentis.
For a moment she allowed herself to succumb to the sweet intoxicating desire that engulfed her.
Then all rational thought returned with a tsunami like force, flooding her brain and tossing frigid water on the flames of her arousal.
The palms of her hands, slightly slick with sweat, came to his chest and with a small growl that he momentarily mistook for a feminine purr, she shoved him back just as he started to deepen the kiss.
She had on some level been aware of another presence in the atrium and that this little display had not gone unseen.
Confusion apparent in his eyes, she looked up at him, her honey flecked hazel eyes giving him a milliseconds worth of insight into her soul.
"No" she whispered, lightly pushing him to one side as she escaped her physical and mental predicament.
"Granger.." he quietly started.
She turned towards him, her expression calm and relaxed. Resolute even.
"We can't. We need to find a common ground but we can't do that. I'm sorry" she told him gently, and he knew she meant it.
"I'll see you at the office tomorrow" she finished, reaching for his hand to give it a quick squeeze. He watched her in silence as she tossed the floo powder into the fireplace clearly saying the address of her house overlooking Richmond Park.
Her eyes met his as she disappeared in the green flames.
One hand in his pocket, the other running through his platinum locks, he crossed the threshold of the Blue Room, pointedly ignoring the two people he knew to be sat in there as he strode over to the drinks cabinet.
"I am thinking of redecorating, Draco." his Mother drawled nonchalantly
He poured himself a double firewhiskey refusing to respond.
"Minimalist is in fashion and it seems prudent have less items cluttering the more, shall we say, occupied rooms of the house" she continued.
Theo was unable to suppress his amusement and quietly chuckled.
Draco turned and stared at his mother and then glared at Theo, before storming out the room and heading back up the stairs to his study.
Theo rose from his seat in readiness to leave. His eyes twinkled as he kissed both Narcissa's cheeks in farewell. He appreciated having a mother-figure now that his Father was dead and growing up with Draco and Blaise had provided him with a surrogate family of sorts. A dysfunctional family, granted, but the three boys had remained as close as brothers into their adulthood and Narcissa provided them all with an equal amount of affection. It was therefore only natural that she had filled this role for him and in return he accepted wholeheartedly the fortnightly invitation to have Afternoon Tea with her.
"Tea was certainly entertaining, Narcissa dearest" he smirked, and although her ever stoic features remained unchanged, he saw the flicker of amusement in her eyes. Yes, she and Draco had argued about the destruction of the Ming vases but she wasn't angry about their destruction. She was angry about his refusal to back down.
When he threw the hex that had resulted in the loss of the fourth and final vase, it had been because Narcissa had pressed him, again, to invite Hermione to tea so that she could apologise in person for the events that had transpired 7 years ago in the East Wing.
He of course refused. He wouldn't subject her to reliving her trauma.