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Malfoy Manor was cunning, slippery, hallways sliding around behind dark rooms filled with filigree and armor, fickle in his presence as always. Severus knew his way, and strode into the heart of the mansion, ignoring the disapproving tapestries that slithered in the wake of his passage.
Opening a door, he discovered icy trees swaying, and Narcissa, long, elegant arms crossed, standing next to a frozen pool. Fairy lights swam about her hair, illuminating her, the pink tone almost making her seem real.
"I've been waiting," she complained, but her eyes gave him the welcome her words never could.
He approached her slowly, carefully, the way she expected, and as her cold lips pressed against his he thought again how very good it was to have Narcissa Malfoy in his debt.