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,” he purred, turning his

“Malfoy!” snapped Hermione.

“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy?”

“I’ll be keeping her in the dungeons, of course,” he drawled.

“Malfoy!” she hissed under her breath. She violently elbowed him in the ribs. He was too close. His fingers were digging in. Everyone was too close.

He ignored her.

“Apologies,” he said to the reporter, his tone egregiously insincere. “I meant she’ll be chained to my bed.”

I know you hate my son, but please have his babies and learn to tolerate him

. “I can only assume you are baiting me into becoming your personal valet, dear. After all, I have no work of my own. I am free to come to your dressing room each morning to dress you and every evening to undress you. You need only say the word. You know I take orders.”

“Hmm, you look delish. Bloody, slutty . . . pathetic.”

Malfoy’s teeth were bared. “Don’t touch my witch.”

“I just wonder. Does Hermione know that Malfoy’s in love with her, you reckon?”

Harry turned to Ginny, his expression incredulous. “Does Malfoy know that Malfoy’s in love with her, you reckon?”

“She only beats me in public,” said Draco, picking his quill back up.

“Have you considered begging?”

“Theo, that’s all I do!

, “That’s a very Malfoy thing to do, Hermione.”

“Well, she is a Malfoy now,” said Draco, leaning past her to look at Potter.