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Welkin in the Wizarding World (COMPLETED)	By : welkin_cooper Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 14600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 25 - Have Yourself a Very Weasley Christmas

The Weasleys and Dumbledore try to help Severus win Welkin over at the party. The attendance of both Hermione Granger and Lucius Malfoy complicates their plan.

"Come in, come in!" Molly Weasley greeted them at the door. "So happy that you could make it, Professor Dumbledore, and you as well, Welkin." She nodded her head at Welkin, smiling broadly at her.

"Yes, please come in and make yourself at home," Arthur Weasley added, sounding very much in the Christmas spirit already. "Severus is already here," he announced jubilantly to Welkin. Molly jabbed her elbow into his side, grimacing. "Ow! Why did you do that, Molly?"

"What a lovely dress, Welkin." Molly changed the subject as she took Welkin’s wrap.

"Thank you," Welkin said, smiling politely as Albus led her off towards the banquet tables.

"Or half a dress," Molly said with a giggle to Arthur, referring to how much cleavage was in view when Welkin’s wrap was removed. "That dress will certainly motivate Severus, I should think, and make our task that much easier."

"That’s a very healthy looking woman," Arthur agreed. "Almost as healthy looking as you were when I first met you, Molly. I couldn’t keep my hands off you. I still can’t." Arthur squeezed his wife’s bum and kissed her cheek, making her giggle again. "No wonder Severus arrived so early," he added. "I wouldn’t let my wife run around unattended looking like that. Some other wizard might try to stake a claim on her."

Minerva was caring for Sully in Welkin’s absence from Hogwarts, as usual, and had announced that she would keep him until tomorrow, since Welkin would be returning to Hogwarts so late.

"Best to let the child sleep instead of rousting him to move him," Minerva had reasoned. She would use a spell to replenish the bottled breast milk Welkin had left with her, as it was needed, she told her. Welkin hadn’t caught the conspiratorial look that Minerva gave Albus, nor the wink that Albus gave back to her.

Welkin really hadn’t felt like coming to this party at all, since her separation from Severus, and was going to send her regrets to the Weasleys, but Albus had insisted that he didn’t want to attend alone. She had only agreed to come with Albus for his sake, she told herself, and certainly not because she thought that Severus might be here tonight and she might have the opportunity to see him.

Albus escorted her inside to the large downstairs interior space. She scanned the room expectantly, but didn't see Severus, even though Arthur had said that he was definitely here. She certainly wasn't looking for him because she missed him, she told herself. She merely wanted to know exactly what corner of the room to avoid this evening.

Dozens of other guests were helping themselves from tables laden with a prodigious amount of holiday-themed food and confections. Spaced at intervals along the tables were four large sparkling bowls, two filled to the brim with punch and eggnog, and two that looked like neither; one glowed an eerie green color, and the other glowed red. Both were smoking rather alarmingly, Welkin thought.

Welkin took another look around the room, and saw a few people and some students from Hogwarts who she knew, but didn’t feel like approaching any of them. The seasonal holiday music that was playing only served to depress her, by reminding her that last year she had been with Severus at Spinner's End for an idyllic holiday. Although normally it was one of her favorites, she hated the song that was playing now. How could she possibly have a 'merry little Christmas' when she and Severus were apart?

"I thought you said that Severus wouldn’t be here?" Welkin whispered to Albus.

"Did I, my dear? I thought that he wouldn’t be. He must have changed his mind at the last minute," Albus responded innocently.

"Welkin!" George and Fred Weasley shouted as they bounded down the stairs that led to the upper levels of rooms, and ran up to her and Albus. The young men always reminded Welkin of the Tarleton twins from Gone With the Wind. She was quite fond of them, and admired their energetic sense of fun. In turn, the twins liked Welkin for her renegade spirit. She drank, cursed, flirted, and fought her way into their regard, and they adored her, despite the unfortunate fact that she had succumbed to the dubious charms of Professor Snape.

"We have something for…whoa!" Fred stopped short, staring at Welkin’s snowy mountains 'Christmas display' in the low-cut red dress.

George punched him to distract Fred from gaping at Welkin's breasts, and to bring his mind back to the task at hand. "What he means is, we have something for you," he finished. "Can we borrow Welkin, Professor Dumbledore?" They each took one of her hands and led her off to a private corner, as if Albus had given his approval, though he hadn’t spoken a word. The knee-length full skirt of her dress made swishing sounds as she walked.

"Don’t tell our mum." George put a finger to his lips, as Fred waved his wand at the potted poinsettias in the planter, removing the concealing charm. Stashed among the flowers was a bottle of Jagermeister, and three shotglasses.

Welkin couldn’t help but grin. "You boys are crazy," she announced, with a hint of admiration in her voice. "And those are the ugliest damn Christmas sweaters I’ve ever seen," she added, indicating the garish designs they each wore, courtesy of their mother Molly.

"Thank you," Fred responded. "Horrendously ugly Christmas jumpers are a time-honored Weasley family tradition."

George poured them each a shot and passed them around, checking to see if anyone was looking before he did.

"A Christmas toast," Fred offered, as they raised their glasses. "To love and happiness - wherever you find it - sometimes hard to find, sometimes easy to find, and sometimes you only have to look over your shoulder." They downed their shots, and Welkin laughed at the odd toast.

"Our job here is done, milady," Fred announced, bowing from the waist to her. The twins suddenly swept off again without explanation, taking the bottle and glasses with them.

"Welkin?"

She knew who it was, even before she turned around. Only one person in this world had a voice like his. She realized the point of the toast now. Only look over your shoulder, indeed! This evening really was going to be a debacle, if the Weasley twins were trying to play Cupid for her and Severus. Everything the boys touched seemed to eventually explode, and she and Severus certainly didn’t need any help with that. Their explosions had come at regular intervals during the past year, without anyone else's help at all.

Welkin turned and looked up at Snape, and her heart skipped a beat. "Good evening, Severus," she responded, trying her best to sound blasé.

"You are looking quite beautiful tonight," he told her, obviously trying to curry her favor.

But a bit chilly, he added the disapproving thought to himself, wishing he could cover her with one of those atrocious looking Christmas jumpers that the Weasley twins were wearing. His Welkin was already garnering far too much attention from the males at this gathering, some of whom were casting their eyes covetously in her direction, behaving as if they had never seen breasts before.

"Thank you. You’re looking very…fit, as well," Welkin responded politely. She had caught herself. She had almost said handsome. Fit could simply be polite conversation, but handsome might have had a different connotation to Severus. She did not want to give him the impression that she was ready to relent to him, simply because she could not stand being apart from him.

Severus edged closer to her, like a hunter stalking an elusive and skittish deer. He did not want to give her reason to bolt from his presence by proceeding too abruptly, but he wanted to be within striking distance if he perceived an opportunity.

Welkin raised her left hand, and tucked her hair back behind her ear in an unconscious preening gesture, as she cast her eyes down from his. She didn't dare look him in the eyes too long. It made her want to forget what he had done, and fall into his arms.

Snape saw that her engagement ring and wedding band were still in place on Welkin's hand, where they belonged. She was also wearing the necklace he had gifted her with at breakfast after the night of their ‘anniversary’ celebration in the North Tower. Dangling from the chain around her neck, and nestled between her breasts, was the emerald and diamond design - two snakes, each forming an exaggerated S curve, facing each other and touching so that the upper portion of their bodies formed a heart shape, their tails curving upward from the bottom point.

The fact that she was wearing both her rings, and the necklace, encouraged him, and Severus pressed on stalwartly.

"Would you care to join me for some refreshments?" he asked politely, instead of what he was really thinking. If he had said what he really wanted her to join him for, she might have slapped him, or fled the room in anger. For once, he was glad that they were in a room full of people. If they were alone together, he may have simply grabbed her and kissed her, which might have been a mistake. Slowly, Severus, he cautioned himself. Do not rush this.

"I am a bit hungry. I suppose there’s no reason why I shouldn’t."

Snape led her to one of the tables, and handed her a plate, managing to lightly touch her hand as he did, causing a sudden intense rush of pleasurable sensation to shoot through them both. Ye gods! How he wanted to take her...here...now...atop this table!

Severus nearly forgot his resolve to go slowly, and Welkin almost dropped her plate. She flashed on the unbidden vision of him atop her on the banquet table, his hands and lips everywhere on her, as the festive holiday platters of food were crushed by their rolling bodies, and fell to the floor and shattered, to the astonishment of decorous onlookers. She forced the salacious images away from her mind, and focused on the food instead.

Welkin was trying to decide what she wanted when she heard a trio of familiar voices and looked up to see Hermione Granger, dressed in a lovely pale blue party dress, descending the stairs with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.

She thrust the empty plate back into Snape’s hands. "I’m suddenly not very hungry anymore." She walked off quickly, leaving him alone at the table.

Snape looked up to see what had disturbed Welkin, when everything was going so well. When he saw Hermione, he groaned. That girl had incredibly bad timing, he thought angrily.

Time to proceed to the alternate plan, Albus thought, when Welkin seemed disinclined to leave his side for the rest of the evening.

"Would you like a drink? Some punch, perhaps?" Albus asked her. "I think I’m going to have one."

"Yes, I would. Which one of those bowls is spiked? I think I need to get a little plastered tonight," she said bluntly.

"The red and the green ones," he replied. "I’ll be right back, my dear."

Good, Albus thought. So much the better, if he didn’t have to try to secretly slip alcohol into another drink. He dipped the ladles into the smoking concoctions, and poured a liberal amount into two tall glasses, ignoring the dainty goblets set out for the purpose. He spotted Severus seated morosely in a chair against one wall, staring fixedly at Welkin, and caught his eye, raising the glasses so that he could see them, and winking at him. Then he returned to Welkin, who seemed lost in thought, her eyes downcast.

"Red for you, to match your lovely dress, and green for me, to match the envy of every other wizard here tonight, that you are my lovely partner," Albus said gallantly.

Welkin took the drink. "You are so full of bullshit." But she finally smiled again. "Bottoms up," she toasted, clinking glasses with him, and promptly guzzled down a third of the glass in one long drink.

Half an hour later:

"I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Nargle before, but they sound just fascinating," Welkin told Xenophilius Lovegood, taking a drink from her second glass of the red concoction. She smiled at him, encouraging him to continue.

As Lovegood animatedly continued his narration of the favored haunts of the elusive Nargle, Welkin sipped her drink and occasionally glanced over towards Severus, who was apparently intent on guarding that particular section of the room, since he hadn’t moved even once from his chair, or stopping staring at her since she started drinking.

What was that Lovegood fellow talking to Welkin about all this time? Snape wondered with annoyance. She seemed absolutely fascinated by the man’s undoubtedly deluded ramblings.

"Professor Snape?" He looked up into the eyes of a very serious Hermione Granger. She looked as if she had just stepped into a dragon’s den, and had belatedly remembered that she had left her wand at home.

"Miss Granger. What is it now? Have you come over to gloat about how completely you have ruined my life?"

"Oh, no! Professor…I just…I came over to apologize! I am so sorry about what I did. I should never have done such a thing. I am so embarrassed and I just hope that you and your wife…Welkin…can forgive me. I promise you that I am in full control of my senses again, and you don’t have to worry that anything like that will ever happen again."

"As the Muggles are fond of saying, Miss Granger, 'a fat lot of good that does me now'," Snape told her somewhat bitterly. "But do not concern yourself that either Gryffindor or you will suffer. That is your real concern, is it not? I cannot easily deduct points, or serve you with detention, unless I reveal details of the incident, and that I will not do. I will not subject Welkin to more gossip than has already been making the rounds."

"Of course not, Professor! I hadn’t even thought of that. Really, I hadn't…" she trailed off, as he resumed his fixed staring at Welkin. She waited a minute, and when he did not speak again, she reluctantly walked away.

Welkin saw Hermione in a lively conversation with Severus. They appeared to be completely intent on each other. No doubt planning their next tryst, Welkin thought angrily. Well, fuck propriety then. If he was going to play his little games with her, she’d be damned if she’d just sit back and take it!

Welkin finished her drink and smiled at Lovegood. "Xeno, I hear you’re quite the dancer. Would you like to join me on the floor and get this party started?"

"I do so love to dance! I’d be delighted!"

They took to the floor, and he proceeded to perform an odd series of gyrations and hand movements. Welkin studied his technique for a few moments, and then launched into her own version of it.

"What the hell?" Snape asked himself. What was she doing with Lovegood now? It surely couldn’t be called dancing. It looked like some sort of odd bohemian mating ritual. Still, he would rather have her dancing with Lovegood, however ridiculous it looked, than with one of the other men here. Lovegood was essentially harmless, in his estimation. His head was too filled with nonsense, and he could not concentrate long enough to act as Welkin’s seducer. When she was inebriated enough, Severus would approach her and try again. He was a little ashamed of himself for using liquor to seduce his own wife, but he was also quite desperate. If it worked, he was not about to quibble with himself about moral and ethical issues. He just wanted Welkin back - anyway that he could get her.

"That was lovely. I did so enjoy it." Xeno kissed her hand. "I want to thank you, as well, for being so kind to my daughter, Luna. She has needed a woman’s guidance and support since her mother passed away. She tells me you have been a great friend to her. I am very grateful for that."

"I love Luna. She’s a very special girl. No need to thank me at all." Welkin smiled, as she excused herself to return to the punch bowls. She still had not eaten anything tonight, and it probably wasn’t wise to drink more, but she didn’t care.

What a sweet man, Welkin thought, as she picked up a new glass. If only she could think of a suitable partner for him, perhaps she could get Albus to play matchmaker again. Although, considering how her own match was turning out, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea after all, she thought, the sadness returning, and encasing her like a shroud.

"Allow me," another too familiar voice intoned. Lucius Malfoy took the glass from her hand, and ladled a generous portion into it, handing it back to her with a smile. He served himself a goblet of the red as well.

"Well, well, well - Lucius Malfoy - just butter my butt and call me a biscuit - why am I not surprised? I thought you never attended this little soiree - even though the Weasleys invite you every year, I’m told. Just too common for your high falutin’ aristocratic ways? Why did you suddenly deign to attend, milord?" She curtsied to him in an affected way that let him know it was intended as an insult.

Welkin’s mild southern American accent was starting to become more pronounced as the liquor took hold, as was her use of colorful colloquialisms.

"How charming." Lucius smiled, taking a good deep look into the bountiful cleavage that was nearly spilling out of her dress as she genuflected to him.

"Actually, I heard that you were in attendance with Albus, not your beloved Severus, whom you apparently are now living apart from, the rumormongers do tell."

He glanced over at Snape, who was glaring threateningly at him, and had at last arisen from his chair. "Did the beatings finally convince you to leave him?"

"That’s none of your damn business," Welkin said, fixing him with a fake sweet smile.

"Oh, but it most certainly is my business, my dear - since I intend to be your next lover." Lucius gave her another obvious once-over, and returned her fake smile with his own overly confident one.

"Dream on, you snake! You really have a rich fantasy life, don’t you?" Welkin laughed. "Where’s Narcissa, by the way?" She scanned the room for signs of his wife.

"Now, Welkin, would that have been wise of me to bring my wife, considering it’s you that I came here expressly to see? Finish your drink like a good girl, and I shall dance with you properly. I saw you with Lovegood, and that was truly a pathetic display. I shall dance with you as a man should dance with a woman - closely and with great style."

"Stay away from my wife, Malfoy." They both turned to see Snape, looking daggers at Lucius, reflexively clenching and unclenching his hands into fists as they hung at his sides.

"Your wife by technicality," Lucius told him. "No longer a real wife, if she’s not sharing your bed, is she?" he sneered the question. "Shall we have our dance now, Welkin?" He held out one smooth, well-manicured aristocratic hand to her, confidently waiting for her to place hers into it.

"Welkin! You will not dance with him! He only wishes to seduce you, and I will not countenance that!" Severus warned her.

"Oh…so now you’re getting all moral on me, and up in my face about it? It’s a little late for that, don’t you think, considering what you’ve done? Well…what’s good for the gander is…" She hesitated, the liquor clouding her perception a bit, trying unsuccessfully to think of the rest of the saying.

"Oh, shit! You know what I mean!" She took another gulp from her glass, set it down on the table, and defiantly placed her hand in Lucius’s outstretched palm. "Come on, Lucius!" She led him away. "Let’s go cut a rug!"

"Oh, dear," Albus told Molly and Arthur. "This isn’t going at all as I expected." He saw that Severus was seething with anger and frustration, as he stood impotently watching Welkin dance with Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius Malfoy has never attended any of our parties before. How could we have known he’d suddenly decide to attend this one?" Molly fretted.

"It’s not your fault," Albus assured her. "Courtesy dictates that you had to invite him. Hopefully, the plan can be salvaged, if we can just manage to get him away from Welkin before Severus does something rash."

"Lucius, if you put your hand there one more time, I swear I’m going to knee you right where it hurts the most!" Welkin told him, replacing his hand on her waist where it belonged, from where it had ‘casually’ wandered.

"Where the hell did you take dancing lessons anyway - Wizarding Wrestling Academy of Greater Hogsmeade?"

Lucius chuckled, enjoying her humor, and her resistance. "I cannot help myself. I am quite overcome by your charms," he told her.

"Oh, shut the fuck up and just dance!" she ordered.

The more that she observed them, the less that Hermione understood these supposed adults at all. Professor Snape was watching Lucius Malfoy dance with Welkin, looking as if he wanted to Avada Kedavra him on the spot. And why was Welkin even dancing with Malfoy anyway? He was loathsome. Was she trying to make Snape jealous?

"This just has to stop," she muttered to herself.

Lucius Malfoy was not only dancing with Welkin, he was managing to put his hands on her in places that were far too intimate, much to Snape’s displeasure. Welkin kept thwarting him, Snape noticed, but the fact that he managed to touch her at all was infuriating to Severus.

"Stop that! That’s it! I’m out of this!" Welkin hissed to Lucius. She broke contact and walked away, exiting into the nearest room, which happened to be the kitchen.

"Perfect…alone at last," Lucius purred to himself, and started after her. A hand on his shoulder halted him, and turned him to face a very angry looking Severus Snape.

"Where do you think that you are going?" Snape asked.

Lucius smirked at him, but before he could reply, Severus quickly drew back with his right fist and punched him in the face hard, knocking him flat on his back on the floor.

"Yes! And down he goes!" The Weasley twins slapped each other’s palms at this new development. They had been standing back watching the action for quite some time, wondering when and what Snape was going to do. Apparently he had decided to forgo magic, and thrash Lucius Malfoy the Muggle way, which was so much more entertaining. They led a congratulatory round of applause for Snape, from a good number of party guests who were not too fond of Malfoy anyway.

Snape ignored them all. Instead of heading for the kitchen as they had all expected, he grabbed his cloak from one of the pegs on the wall at the front door and exited that way, apparently intent on returning to Hogwarts.

Welkin sat at the kitchen table drinking a big glass of ice water to sober herself. She was upset that Severus had not seen fit to rescue her from Lucius Malfoy’s dastardly, and much too grabby clutches. Payback had seemed like such a good idea at the time - until she actually started dancing with lecherous Lucius, and had to contend with his roving hands and suggestive comments.

She heard the door open behind her, and steeled herself, expecting Lucius to have followed her. She turned in her seat, and instead, she found Hermione Granger standing by her chair. She would have almost rather had to fight off Lucius.

"What do you want?" she asked. "Severus isn’t here, if that’s who you’re looking for," Welkin added bluntly.

"No. I’m not. I came in to apologize to you. It’s the first time you’ve been alone all evening, and I didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts without saying how sorry I am about what happened in the library. I should never have leapt on Professor Snape like a silly…lovesick…"

"What?" Welkin interrupted. "Are you saying that you jumped him?"

"Yes." Hermione blushed, embarrassed again at the thought of how impulsively she had behaved.

"I hope you and Professor Snape can forgive me someday, and I hope I haven’t really ruined your lives, like he keeps saying. I don’t know why I thought he’d be interested in me, when I knew he loved you, and was a married man."

"You kissed him?" Welkin repeated, as if she hadn’t heard the rest of what Hermione was saying, even though she had.

"Yes, but obviously he didn’t want me to. He’s certainly made that plain enough - and I swear I’ll never do anything like that again. It was just a stupid infatuation," Hermione assured her.

Welkin sighed. "Oh, Severus. What have I put you through? All over a stupid misunderstanding."

"Well, if you still love him and know what’s good for you, you’ll stop acting like a scorned woman and go try to catch him," Hermione advised her with a disapproving frown.

"What do you mean, catch him?" Welkin asked.

"He just knocked out Lucius Malfoy, grabbed his cloak, and went out the front door, is what I mean. He may already be…"

Welkin leapt up and ran out of the kitchen, leaving Hermione to follow.

"Severus!" Welkin shouted as she ran through the banquet room, almost tripping over the prone form of Lucius Malfoy, as he lay there on the floor still groaning, his hand to his jaw.

"He broke my jaw," Lucius moaned. "I’ll have his job for this."

"I doubt that, Lucius. On both counts," Dumbledore told him, as he headed for the front window with Arthur and Molly Weasley. Fred and George were already peering outside, looking highly entertained.

"Severus! Don’t go!" Welkin had shouted as soon as she ran outside. Now she stood in the snow looking up at the night sky, shivering from the cold in her thin dress. He was gone, she thought forlornly.

"Oh, Severus," she sighed again to herself. "I’ve been such an idiot. I should have trusted you."

"Yes. You should have," Snape agreed with her. She whirled in place and saw him standing there in his cloak, several yards from the window.

"Severus," she said quietly. "I thought you’d left me before we could…"

"I will never leave you, and I shall never be unfaithful to our vows," he interrupted, walking towards her.

With a sweeping gesture he opened his dark cloak wide, opened his arms to her, and she gratefully ran into them, enfolded once again by his warmth.

"Don’t hog the window, boys," Arthur Weasley told his sons.

"Tell us what’s going on out there?" Molly Weasley added.

"A lot of this," Fred told them, as he and George hugged and clutched at one another comically.

"Oh, Severus!" Fred said dramatically.

"Oh, Welkin!" George replied.

They both made excessively loud kissing noises in the air.

"You’d better get out there quick, or I think they might end up rolling around in the snow," Fred advised them.

Molly elbowed them out of the way and looked out the window. A smile of satisfaction quickly spread across her mouth. "Oh, how romantic…Arthur, come see."

Arthur and Albus moved closer to the window as Molly left.

"I’ll go get the basket! Boys, come help me!" She jerked them both away from the window with her. "Give Professor Snape and his wife a little privacy now. You’ve seen more than enough for one evening."

"Quite a successful plan, all in all," Albus congratulated Arthur. "But Molly’s right. You’d better send them on their way to the cottage quickly. I’ve had to warn Severus and Welkin repeatedly this year about…shall we say…overly explicit public displays of affection?"

"Severus Snape?" Arthur sounded incredulous. He turned back to look out the window again, and noted that the action out there between the two did seem to be intensifying, just as Dumbledore had warned that it might.

"You know, Albus, I think I’ve just developed a new respect for that man."

"The cottage is just down that direction." Arthur pointed across the snow and into the forest. "Less than a quarter of a mile. Close, but secluded. Molly and I still use it occasionally when we want to have some privacy from the children. When Albus told us about his little plan to get you two back together, we cleaned it and prepared it for you, just in case. It’s such a long flight back to Hogwarts, and we thought you might want to get…reacquainted in private there, instead of making that long trip."

Molly hugged her husband, and looked at Severus and Welkin, beaming at them with her generous smile. "I’ve put fresh linens on the bed for you, there’s wood there for the fireplace, and the picnic basket contains some tasty snacks and some elf wine. Now, you two be on your way. We know you have better things to do than stay here and drink eggnog with an old married couple and a few dozen people."

"Thank you!" Welkin hugged Molly. "This is just so thoughtful of you to go to all this trouble for us."

Snape picked up the picnic basket, and offered his hand to Arthur in a handshake. "Yes. We do appreciate everything that you have done this evening." The couple had helped him regain his beloved Welkin, and he would never forget it. He would have to think of some way to repay them.

"It was no trouble at all," Molly told them. "Now, go on now…I said shoo!"

Welkin returned to Snape’s side and put her arm around his waist, as he hefted the picnic basket with his left hand and wrapped his other arm around her shoulders. They headed in the direction that Arthur had pointed.

"Goodnight! Sleep well!" Molly called after them.

She and Arthur stood watching until Snape and Welkin disappeared from view into the forest.

"Sleep well?" Arthur repeated. "I don’t think there’s going to be any sleeping in that cottage tonight, Molly, my love." He laughed, as he led her back inside to rejoin their guests, and to deal with the injured jaw and injured pride of Lucius Malfoy.
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