"This is wrong". The thought repeated itself in Angelina's mind a thousand times but for the life of her she couldn't bring herself to care. Her brain was in a fog trapped between guilt and pleasure as the man moved a hand between her legs brushing fingers over her wet panties, his mouth changing into a smug grin as he brought up his hand rubbing the remainder of her arousal between his fingers.

Moving forward Lucius kissed her roughly his signature long off white locks tickling the sides of her face as he did. His taste was intoxicating a mixture of power and danger that threatened to send the young woman's senses into a state of shock. When he touched her it was with an air of authority and self righteousness that aroused Angelina as much as it disgusted her. She melts under her gaze feeling her body betray her as a moan allows him to slip a cool tongue into her accepting mouth. "This is wrong" the voice says again to her but it is the last time.

Grabbing a hold of her thighs he lifts her pressing the young witch against the paper clad wall of the small classroom they inhabit. She hisses as she feels the length of his nails dig into her flesh through the material of his gloves. Their bodies are close enough now that Angelina can feel the shape of the man's muscular chest as he moves in front of her. She brings her hands over it and he allows her to unbutton the silky fabric of his shirt revealing a sculpted figure of creamy pale smooth skin. She wonders what it was she had come in there for in the first place. Paper, spellbooks? She hand't expected to see him there but what started as an argument about her "half-blood heritage" was quickly becoming something else although neither was willing to adress it.

Somewhere between her thoughts and distraction his hand found its way between her legs again and the woman marveled at the man's ability to still keep her pinned in place all the while rubbing his fingers over the smooth hill that is her mound. Their lips separate for only a moment as he snatches the thin panties from her frame and moves so that she can now feel the hardness of his need being placed between her thighs. A few seconds more and she can feel the warm bare skin of his member against the heat of her own.

She inhales sharply as he pushes into her suddenly, delivering slow hard pumps into her core and out of reflex Angelina feels her legs wrap around the man's waist. Lucius watched on as the brown skinned witch twisted and squirmed within his grasp. He found it endearing how even in the throws of an orgasm she still tried to fight off the pleasure that took her, too proud to admit that it was him that had made her feel this way but the growing wetness around his member served as more than proof of her failure.

He kissed her again allowing his orgasm to be released as she rode out the remainder of her own. Slumping forward Angelina allowed her legs to fall as the man's arms moved to grasp her waist.

Lucius was a horrible man. In all the years she had attended Hogwarts not once had Angelina met anyone so cruel and unfeeling even when it came to the treatment of his own son. She hated him, he hated her so why was it that they couldn't stop doing this?