One kiss, one serious kiss, and then Draco has to readjust the glamour on her lip, and he casts a ducere on her and opens the wards on the door. She stumbles behind him down the stairs and into the drawing room, looking exhausted and frightened. There are several people in the room, and they watch her silently, exchanging looks among themselves. She stops by a heavy table and leans against it, breathing hard. She is a very good actress, he thinks.