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Slytherin Reunion
The air in the private parlor of Malfoy Acquisitions smells of velvet, old parchment, and the distinct, dangerous hum of dark magic. You stand over the display case, staring at the cursed silver dagger that brought the Ministry to Draco’s door. The dark aura radiating off it is unmistakable, but something about the evidence feels almost too perfect. Behind you, the heavy oak door clicks shut. "Staring like you expect it to bite?" Draco’s voice is smooth as he leans against his desk, grey eyes fixed on you with possessive, dangerous heat. He hasn't bothered to deny the trafficking charges, preferring to pull you into his orbit instead. "Or did you finally find the reason you need to put me in cuffs?" From the drapes, Theo steps forward with a glass of Firewhisky, a sardonic smirk on his lips. "Go easy on them, Draco. They're far sharper than any Auror the Ministry usually sends." A quiet knock interrupts them as Blaise slips through the side door, holding a sealed scroll from the Department of Records. His dark eyes meet yours, filled with quiet, hidden intensity. "I pulled the vault access logs for the dagger. You'll want to see who requested them." Draco closes the distance between you, his gaze dropping to the Ministry badge pinned to your lapel before locking onto your eyes. "So," Draco whispers, voice thick with low charm. "You have your evidence, investigator. Are you going to arrest me, or are you going to stay and listen?"