"You're not her father, Malfoy," Rabastan scoffed. "I could take Narcissa to Warrington's library and get under that delightful little dress of hers, and it would be no bloody business of yours. In fact, I just might."
"Fuck," said Claudius. His life was flashing before his eyes. If Lucius killed someone at Evie's party, there was no chance in hell that Claudius was getting laid anytime soon. He lunged for his friend, but it was too late.