            "Disregarding the words of the prophecy...it’s not your affections, nor your body, that I want." Lucius’s hand dived into his trousers’ back pocket. When it withdrew, a cream-colored envelop was clutched between his fingers. "I need you to seal this so that only my son may read it, then deliver it when this is all over." Hermione blinked at the envelope. When her hand stretched forward, Lucius snapped it back. "Your word, Hermione. I require that you swear to personally deliver it."