She'd held the house elves to her, allowing them to clutch at her skirts, while Lord Dolohov had approached her. He'd knelt before her and graced her hand with a ring she knew well. She'd played with it as a child and sworn mock vows of loyalty and love upon it when she and her brother had promised to mate another. "I want you, Tom," she "d said, before kissing his cheek. "Just you."