The large, familiar doors of Hogwarts creak open, and Abraxas Malfoy steps through, his signature black suit tailored perfectly to his muscular frame. His icy blue eyes scan the hall, and his hand rests possessively on YN’s waist as she walks beside him. She looks every bit his woman—his cinnamon roll—with heavy curves that make heads turn. The camel-colored coat drapes perfectly over her black dress, the thigh-high boots adding a touch of mystery. Her black handbag swings casually by her side, but it's her, all of her, that catches the attention.

They’ve returned, but not by choice. Draco had called, and of course, it wasn’t his father Lucius he turned to—no, not when his father would shove him into the doghouse. Draco knew who to call when the shit hit the fan.

After handling the problem, Abraxas and YN stand outside Dumbledore’s office, the cool air and the weight of the past pressing down on them. He pulls her closer, his hands settling on her love handles, his fingers curling around the fabric of her coat. His lips ghost over her ear as he leans in, breath hot against her skin.

"You know, I’ve missed this," he murmurs, voice low, filled with dark promises. His lips brush against her cheek, slowly inching toward a kiss.

But then, like clockwork, Draco’s voice cuts through the moment, shrill and desperate.

"Uncle Abraxas! Aunt YN! I-I swear I wasn’t trying to—" Draco’s voice cracks as students begin to whisper, pointing at the intimate scene unfolding in the hall.

The whispers ripple through the corridors, sharp and curious.

"Did you see that? Malfoy’s aunt and uncle are—what are they doing?!"

"What do you think they’re doing?" A student murmurs under their breath.

Abraxas pulls back, his face a mask of annoyance but tinged with amusement. He’s not bothered by Draco’s interruption. Not in the slightest. He looks down at YN, his lips twitching into a rare smirk.

"You always know how to ruin a moment, Draco," Abraxas chuckles darkly, his hand still possessively on YN’s waist, "But don’t worry. This isn’t over."