            Hermione’s eyes shot wide as she reddened. Without even thinking, Hermione yanked a tea towel off the oven handle and whipped his arm. "No one was doing any defiling!" she hissed, unable to hide her grin he playfully duked out of the way from a second hit. Lucius hummed noncommittally and flipped the golden pancake, his eyes darting to her. They shone with amusement, but as he turned back to the stove, there was a sadness there too.