It was winter when we first met, snow thick on the ground, more so than any other winter I had ever seen. My father had recently sent me from the family home for dating a boy he deemed unsuitable, and not rich enough, or pure enough, which resulted in his death. A great duel between his family and mine gave him critical injuries inflicted by my brother which were too drastic to heal, and he couldn't be saved. My mind was in tatters; I was unstable, young and vulnerable. Food had been short, and alcohol more abundant than it ought have been. I can't remember how I made my way to Malfoy Manor, but I got there. When I did, the eccentric and beautiful grounds were laden with a dusting of white snow. My bare feet tingled as I walked, shivering, towards the grand home.

I banged the serpent knocker with all my might, which was not very much. By some miracle Lucius heard, and opened up to me. He lead me to the bathroom, and ran me a hot, steaming bath, full to the brim.

"Do enjoy," he smiled in a low voice. When I'd seen him open the door, I never expected this man to allow me through. My father had never wanted to mingle with him in business.

"Thank y-you," I whispered. He nodded at me.

"Freezing out there, you know. Why were you wandering the country barefoot in weather like this?"

"L-long sto-ry," I stammered again.

"Well," he breathed. "You'll have to tell me that sometime. Enjoy your soak, Miss..."

"Denton," I replied. "Sienna Denton. Thank you, Mr Malfoy."

He nodded, pressing his lips together, and left. I removed my thin dress and outworn underwear and slipped in. I hadn't felt such warmth for months. I gasped out in relief. I could finally feel my limbs properly once again. I used a blue coloured, sweetly scented soap to clean my body, and removed my wild hair after weeks of going au natural. I lay back, and relaxed, just mulling things over. My thoughts quickly turned to Damien, my lover. He was gone. His family weren't mourning; they cursed him for getting involved with me, and my father, and for being so foolish to do so.

I hadn't thought about him much since I'd been thrown out, but now I had all the time in the world to do so. I did miss him. I missed his laugh, and his smile, and his silly shyness. I loved his eyes, and the intensity of them when we made love, and his passion, and the way his hands would hold me so tightly and desperately. It was something wonderful to feel needed that much, so necessary. He wasn't much to talk to, and I could never have married him, but with such beauty and passion, the sex was something I felt that, even now after he was gone, I could not live without.

I opened my eyes, the light suddenly burning them a little. The door was closed, my towels and clothes untouched. Everything was still, just as I had left it. Quiet, although I had thought it was so much noisier as I was basking in the water. My thoughts must have been whizzing around my mind fast.

I looked at the closed door. Could I really? In somebody else's home? With every chance of being caught in a very intimate solo act? I sighed and decided against it, grunting in slight annoyance as I lay back and closed my eyes again, my hand cupping my womanly area before I could stop myself.

"Mmm," I breathed as I felt my touch, and the water sloshing around my hand. It couldn't do any harm, could it? And of course, I was rather handy with the Obliviate spell. One finger slipped more intimately between my legs.

"I am glad you took my advice," growled a low voice. "To enjoy your bath."

I sat up, gasping, horrified.

"I'm so sorry," I cried, cursing myself inwardly. I just saw Lucius' mouth twitch at the corners.

"Be far, far from sorrow," he told me with a dark chuckle. "I am now rather annoyed with myself for snatching such a splendid sight from before my eyes."

I was embarrassed, of course, but my confusion overshadowed this. I peered deeply into Lucius' silvery eyes and felt myself blush. They twinkled, and my hand snaked back downwards to my burning sex. He nodded slowly and I rocked into the ministrations of my fingers.

"Yes," he hissed happily, long and low. "Good, Sienna."

I began to moan and as I watched Lucius' erection grow enormously, alarmingly larger than I believed possible. He held up his palm to me, and I slowed down. He pulled off his heavy robes and let them thump to the floor, revealing his pale nudity. I rolled my eyes over him. His legs were strong and muscular, and his chest square and toned.

"Now," I whispered firmly. His eyes narrowed, and I could sense his pleasure. He balanced himself over me, holding himself on his manly arms. His face was close to mine and he pressed his lips strongly upon mine. I pushed his head down into mine, and he suddenly plunged into my pussy.

I moaned out in pleasure. Lucius chuckled.

"I know you like it, Miss Denton," he whispered right into my ear. "I know that whoever I enter will like it. But you, oh, you love it. You love me filling you up. You love when I connect with you. And we've only just met. And you love it."

"Just fuck me," I groaned. "Don't let me feel you in me and not move. Fuck me."

I felt the friction as he pulled out, then slammed back in, back and forth. I couldn't help but pant and moan loudly. I screamed as his mouth closed around my nipple, and his hands cupping my backside.

"Nice," he grunted. "Tight. Mm, I like that."

I giggled, but stopped halfway, as I felt my orgasm coursing through my body.

"Yes," I whispered. "Fuck yes, Mr Malfoy."

I felt him cum too, and I knew he had felt my walls throb around his thick cock but he kept thrusting, pushing faster and faster, making me force my hips up and down into him, until finally neither of us could take any more, and collapsed.

"Oh my," I panted.

"Indeed," groaned Lucius. "Indeed, my dear."

He stood up, pulling away and drying his body off. The water was still as hot as when I had entered it. I lay, unable to move, still passing my orgasm through, the most intense and passionate I had ever felt. Lucius dressed, and walked to the door, his long black cane thudding with each step. He paused at the handle, and turned back to me, his eyes lingering on my form for a moment.

"Again, Sienna. Soon."