This fiction follows 'Stolen Moments', but I separated them 'cause... I don't know really why ^^'
I'm still French and I still need three betas… They're French too so, if you're English (or almost :p), and if you could help me, no hesitation to have !
For the others… be nice with me ^^'
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Morning Softness
The sun rose slowly over the wintry plain. An immense garden, perfectly ordered, saw its flowers sweetly blooming in the morning light. Not so far away, some rays were entering a room between thick emerald green curtains, and lightly touching the four-poster bed in the middle.
Molly Weasley opened her eyes and blinked several times. It was difficult for her to remember who she was or where she was. She felt like she had gone to bed just a few minutes ago. She rolled over on her back.
- You're awake, a deep, soft voice muttered.
Molly turned her head and smiled. Lucius Malfoy was beside her, leaning against the bed head, a book in his hand. He didn't smile but, hidden behind this icy impassive mask he irremediably wore on his face, she found the softness she loved so much.
- I didn't wake you up, did I? he continued, without taking notice of the red-hair's adoring glance.
- No, she sight, still smiling.
Did she know he really loved it when she smiled like that? This almost perpetual smile, so warm, which he could not manage himself, which his wife had forgotten on marrying him.
He put his book on the bedside table and stretched out his arm to her. Molly moved over to cuddle against his naked chest, whose tender heat she appreciated, forever and ever. His skin was often ice-cold, so she was happy to feel him almost warm under her cheek and fingers.
- It's already late, Molly murmured with regrets.
- Almost nine, Lucius confirmed.
- I shouldn't stay here any longer.
Molly got up, taking the blanket with her.
- Will you leave me so soon? the ministry employee asked, playing his charade, without moving an inch.
- I would rather not run into your wife, she said.
She looked at him. He was naked, a splendid Apollo with a pearly white body, ice clear eyes, long sun-like hair.
- But I will come back, Lucius.
She turned to him and went closer.
- As always.
Lucius Malfoy seemed to have a twitch in the corner of his mouth. He put his hand behind the nape of her neck and kissed her.
- I hope so.
Molly laughed, moving away. Her clothes were scattered everywhere in the room.
- I think my 'unknown cousin Mirabella' will receive more and more of my visits! she said happily.
