”“It’s just nice to wake up on Sunday morning hearing you play,” Mom said. “I want everyone to experience a little of what it is like to hea... you live.”“Oh. Yeah. I don’t think I mentioned it, but this weekend is the play, you know. Speaking of hearing it live.”“We already bought tickets for all three performances,” Dad said.“Well, the girl who plays flute has asked me to perform a duet at her recital in January. So, I guess what I’m saying is that even though the play is over, rehearsals. I wasn't minding in the least. The phone could wait, as far as I was concerned. A nagging worry inserted itself as I snuggled back into my lover: what if it was my father? What if something else had happened?With a groan of defeat, I resigned myself to getting up as my phone went off downstairs, unable to ignore it anymore."Talon," I called out softly, rubbing his arm where it lay across my stomach. "I need to get up. My phone's been ringing for a while."Voice rough and sexy with sleep, he. "Hands were shaken all around. Annie's husband produced a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of sloe gin, which Annie snatched from his hand. Melanie abandoned the karaoke machine long enough to point out a cart with cans of soda on it, and a pan of ice. There was also a selection of Hostess treats. I noticed everything was name brand, and all prime brands. No cost cutting was going on in the edibles arena. Tom, as Annie's husband turned out to be, mixed drinks for everyone. The ladies all got sloe. Armed with this information, he jumped over the chain and silently looked around for Hermione. The restricted section was quite large, and as he walked up and down the aisles, he could see a hand floating in the air and picking out books. Malfoy waited and watched, hoping to find an opportunity to use the Spellbook of Desires, which he still had tucked under his arm.Hermione was looking at any book that had any relevance to sexual spells; there were many, but few showed any defense against.