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He took Pansy's hand, pulling her close with a tender kiss. "I know it's cheesy and we'll be spending Christmas actually with my father but... one night in Paris for the holidays seems perfect to me.'
Kissing her once more before sparing a glance to their prisoners. Caged, one unconcious, the other so far gone to the imperious curse he could get her to kill Potter if he wished. Perhaps that would be his Christmas gift to himself.
Holding Pansy close, he drew his wand.
"Apperate!" And they were gone.
Kissing her once more before sparing a glance to their prisoners. Caged, one unconcious, the other so far gone to the imperious curse he could get her to kill Potter if he wished. Perhaps that would be his Christmas gift to himself.
Holding Pansy close, he drew his wand.
"Apperate!" And they were gone.