A/n: This is my first HP fanfic, and probably my only one. This is actually a script for the HarryLu comic I wanna do eventually, so I'm sorry if its not perfectly written. Also I've read the books years ago, so I've forgotten a lot of things, so any details I get wrong I apologize, but I'll try and do some research.

Also I've changed some things. Voldemort and the war ended in Harry's 5th year, and the good guys who died are alive except for Narcissa and Dobby. This story begins in the 6th year, with Harry being 16. Lucius I'm guessing is at least 39.

Prologue

It began in my second year, the first time I entered Flourish and Blotts.

I was there with my friends and their family buying books, along with another greeting of Draco Malfoy, being the usual git as he always was.

And that's when I first met him. Lucius Malfoy.

Pale, yet perfect creamy skin, his tall form coveted by rich, dark robes, pointed yet incredibly handsome face, long, platinum blond hair nestled past his broad shoulders. He oozed power and arrogance along with graceful elegance. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

His voice was smooth and posh as he introduced himself to me, the warmth of his gloved hand grasping mine when I took his supposedly friendly handshake, pulling me closer to him, looming over me, and I can still remember those steely grey eyes locked into mine, almost pulling me in a trance. My insides jumped when he examined my scar, the icy, cold metal of his cane touching the skin of my forehead.

It was at that moment I believe when it began. My crush on Lucius Malfoy. Despite disliking how lecherous he was toward the Weasleys and Hermione and me, for some reason he lingered in my mind that day.

As time went on, I hoped my feelings were just a passing fancy, that I would soon get over him, but I was wrong. So very wrong. Whenever we crossed paths, my thoughts, my crush, grew into infatuation; his frightening rage when I took his house elf, firey grey eyes glaring at me, when we battled against each other in the Department of Mysteries, Lucius emitting a deadly yet graceful display of power, or in the final battle in my 5th year when he looked solemn and tired for the first time in his life, when he finally left Voldemort's side after the death of his wife.

I knew that I should despise him, that maybe what I felt was wrong, especially due to the fact that he was so much older than I. But hard as I tried, I couldn't push him away from my mind, my heart. Maybe it was his aura of power and maturity, his sly intelligence, or how damn sexy he was, but I was addicted. I wanted to get closer, to touch him and feel his warmth, run my fingers through his silky hair and kiss those thin, alluring lips, to learn more about him, the hidden side of Lucius Malfoy I didn't know. But most of all...I wanted him to return my feelings.

Unfortunately, that was my biggest problem. He hated me, to the point where he tried to kill me several times, and attempted to place me in Voldemort's grasp. It was a fact that I knew I could never change, and it hurt whenever I thought about it. All I could do, was try and move on.

...At least that's what I told myself.