You continue to curl your hair with the straightening iron until it hits your neck—causing a hickey like mark.

Soon, your husband—Lucius Malfoy—walks into the bathroom, walking over and pecking your cheek when suddenly his eyes widen then narrow. He grabs your jaw so your smaller frame is forced to look up at him

— “What is that?” He says sternly, motioning to the burn mark that looks like a love bite.