“My God, do you have to be such a girl?” Ginny scoffed as Draco carefully folded his shirt into the suitcase. She grinned at his glower. “I think Hermione used to do that back in school,” she teased.

Draco turned, affronted. “You know, nasty things happen to people all the time.”

“I shiver in my designer boots, Draco darling.”

“That I paid for.”

“You’re right. You did. After all I put up with though, I think I’ve earned them,” she taunted.

“Are you ready?”

A smile was the response, and the two separate cracks reverberated around the now empty room.