Draco kissed Pansy back, then joined her on the chaise, laying back so his head was in her lap. He shrugged. "We're trying to get a treasure trove of goblin-made items given back to the son of their original owner. The idiot had them in Gringott's and when he did the goblins reclaimed them as their own. Negotiating with goblins is impossible, but I make three hundred galleons an hour so it's not bad for our bank account."
"Maybe we're going to get a speech about being the eldest," Scorpius said. He put his book down and pulled on a new shirt. "We should go before she sends the house-elves up to chase us down."
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