Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters except my OCs, including Titania Orion, Veruka Infinite, and their respective families. Everything else belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I have her to thank for inspiring me to write and providing such an amazing world in which to do so.

Chapter One: Just Lunch

July 1, 1977

Oh my god. So that just happened. I was still staring dumbstruck at the wooden beams on the ceiling when Lucius got out of bed and began to dress himself nonchalantly. As if nothing unexpected or out of the ordinary or life-changing had happened. And maybe for him it hadn't been any of those things.

I sat up, wincing, and noticed the bright red evidence between my legs that this had been a life changing experience. Whose stupid idea was it to always furnish hotel rooms with white sheets, anyway? I swung my legs over the side of the bed and quickly pulled the comforter over the stain. I couldn't help feeling somewhat ashamed by my inexperience.

My eyes landed upon the empty little table in the corner. No cups, no plates, no decorative vase. Nothing. No evidence that this was supposed to just have been a lunch date. There was only the flat wooden surface and two matching chairs pushed in just so.

I suppose I should back up and explain just how I ended up here. And by "here" I mean in bed with Lucius Malfoy.

It all started yesterday, when I arrived home from King's Cross Station after my final day of my sixth year at Hogwarts. A note was waiting for me on my bed, addressed to me in neat, calligraphic handwriting. A note from none other than Lucius Malfoy. My heart skipped a beat. Actually, I'm pretty sure it just momentarily stopped altogether.

Hell, who am I kidding? This story doesn't start with me receiving the note; it starts about a decade earlier, when I first fell in love with Lucius Malfoy. I'd been completely infatuated with him since before I even had any concept of what that word meant.

My father, Leopold Orion, was close friends with Abraxas Malfoy, and our respective families had grown up together. Lucius and I had never exactly been close, as he was five years my senior, but he'd always been kind to me. He'd sought to include me in conversation during dinner, despite that my father was a believer in children being seen and not heard. I'd usually responded to Lucius acknowledging me by spilling my peas or putting my elbow in the butter dish. God, I was smooth as a six-year-old.

When I'd finally joined him at Hogwarts, he'd made sure I quickly became a part of the Slytherin house family. He'd welcomed me at the feast and introduced me to his fellow sixth years. He'd never failed to greet me in the common room or offer me help with my studies. I was abysmal at Charms (actually, that hasn't changed), but Lucius had helped me to hone my skills to a passable level. My desire to impress him always conflicted with the desire to let my poor performance persist just so I could continue to ask him for help. Ultimately though, these friendly encounters were the extent of our relationship.

But it was enough for me to fall in love with him. And I wasn't the only one; pretty much every girl in Slytherin was completely enamored with Lucius Malfoy. I felt flattered that he would even give me the time of day, much less help with my coursework.

So imagine my surprise to find that after not having seen each other in four years he'd written to me asking me to lunch. I had a date with Lucius Malfoy! Or something like that. I was shocked that he even remembered me after such a hiatus, much less wanted to see me again. I can't imagine my starry-eyed prepubescent self having made a lasting impression on him, but what can I say?

I barely slept that night, and the next morning, I agonized over selecting a flattering set of robes, trying to tame my frizzy-straight hair into submission, and smearing on my signature thick eyeliner to perfection.

"Where are you off to?" my mother, Bernice, asked, surveying my appearance as I made my way to the front door.

"Oh, Lucius Malfoy invited me to lunch in Diagon Alley. I should be back in a few hours, I'm guessing."

"Well, have a good time," she said. "Tell Lucius I say hello. It's nice that you two have kept in touch."

"Will do," I said, eager to leave. I could hardly contain my giddiness.

I Apparated to Diagon Alley once I reached the end of my front walk, loving my newfound liberty to do so. I was supposed to meet Lucius at the Leaky Cauldron. Not my first choice for a date, but then again, I wasn't even certain that that's what this was. But why else would he write to me and ask me to lunch?

Lucius's sleek blond hair was instantly visible the moment I walked in. His eyebrows raised subtly at the sight of me; I'd done everything I could to make it obvious that I wasn't the kid he used to know. Clearly, he'd noticed.

I grinned at him and met him at the bar. He rose to greet me.

"Hello, Miss Orion," he said, kissing my hand; he'd always possessed a slightly antiquated etiquette.

"Lucius," I said, unable to control myself from blushing. "It's good to see you again."

He surveyed my appearance just as my mother had done earlier, and the glint in his gray eyes told me that he liked what he saw. He drew his gaze away from my chest and surveyed the room with a bored expression.

"I can't say I'm too fond of the current crowd in here; it's a bit loud, don't you think?"

"Er…"

"I'm staying in one of the rooms upstairs. It's fully furnished with a little table and fireplace; why don't we have something brought up? It would give us a better chance to catch up."

I stuttered. "Of - of course. Whatever you'd like."

"Splendid."

He led the way upstairs, withdrawing a key from his pocket and unlocking the room at the end of the hall.

"We should have placed an order on our way up here," I said, eyeing the empty table and chairs in the corner.

Lucius ignored my comment and shut the door. He looked me over lasciviously.

"You've really grown into quite a beautiful young woman, Titania."

"Oh, well, thank you," I stammered. And you're still as gorgeous as ever, I thought. What was I supposed to say to that?

He took a step closer to me. My heart raced. What was going on? I couldn't have even dreamed something like this would happen. I didn't know what to do!

"Lucius…what are you -"

But I didn't care what he was doing, and I certainly wasn't going to stop him. He pressed his lips to my mine forcefully. My god!

I was too shocked to even think about what was happening. I'd only ever been kissed once, and it was a sloppy spring night a couple months back when a group of seventh years smuggled bottles of firewhiskey into the common room. But I don't talk about that.

It all escalated quite rapidly from there. I was so woefully naive when it came to intimacy, but I didn't want to admit that to Lucius - or ask him to stop. Should I warn him that I was still a virgin? I was losing that opportunity very quickly.

My god, I'd never been touched like this before; I didn't know how to respond, but my body seemed to be reacting intuitively enough. Should I ask him to stop? Did I even want to?

And, then, I lost all chance of turning back. It was all I could do not to scream in pain. So this was what it was like, losing your virginity…it was horrible. Lucius must have taken my gasps, my nails in his back, as signs of pleasure, because he didn't stop. I could have said something, but I didn't want to ruin this. I was getting fucked by Lucius Malfoy after all. Hadn't I always dreamed of this?

"I want you to finish first," he whispered.

Finish? It was a nice gesture, but in all honesty I was in so much pain I just wanted to be finished with this. So I let out a cry of pain that could easily be mistaken for one of pleasure.

And then it was over, which brings me back to where I started. In bed with Lucius Malfoy.