"Ariana, she's planting flowers." Narcissus spat out these words, casting a cold glare at No-Nose.
Lord Voldemort let out a mocking chuckle. As if to assert dominance, he pulled Severus—who had been standing off to the side like a piece of scenery—into his arms, leaned down, and planted a generous, open kiss right on his lips. "See that, fiancé? He's mine!"
Narcissus: "......"
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