"Draco, darling, might you put another log on the fire?"

Draco smirked. "Of course, Mother."

"This isn't funn--" Lucius's enchanted voice from inside the portrait frame was garbled by the flames that briefly shot up around him. He scowled, much to the delight of Draco and Narcissa.

"Having him sit for a portrait just before getting the Kiss was truly inspired, Mother," Draco said with a wicked grin. "This way we can serve a little justice of our own, now that the Ministry's done its part."

Narcissa's eyes twinkled. "It was only fair, darling, that the punishment fit the crime. He used us, our power, and our love--so he becomes fuel for our fire. Isn't that right, Lucius?"

The portrait mumbled something unintelligible, the sound garbled as the paint chipped and melted.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Eloquent as ever, Father."

Narcissa laughed. "Now, Draco, be respectful of your Father. Why don't you tell him the big news?"

"Oh, but of course, Mother! Father, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that Harry proposed! You were always such a fervent supporter of our relationship. I'd invite you to the wedding, but I imagine you'll be elsewhere that day...and every day from now on."

If I went to jail, what would it be for?

Thank you for having so much faith in me

Inktober Day 28 - Ghost Rider