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Samson
I have to go, I have to go
"I don't think we should see each other anymore."
Aurelia sighed, but did not move her head from where it was rested on Lucius' chest.
"Interesting how you decide this after we've had sex Lucius."
He did not tell her that it was what he had been waiting for through all their months of sneaking around. He had wanted, no needed, to have her first, to then feel her in his arms, to have the post-coital moments where he would just hold her, the very moment he had just destroyed before he returned to reality. It had taken him the entirety of sixth year for her to finally fall for his charms; Christmas of their seventh year was fast approaching, and the pressure to propose to Narcissa was heating up.
At least they had consummated their love.
"I'm sorry."
He stroked her hair as they just lay there, not caring if someone should need to use the Room of Requirement. He loved her hair loose even more than when it was in its bun. It sprung out like a lion's man and framed her face. Later he would lie in bed with Narcissa and do the same, all the time not caring for the blonde locks despite his attempts to do so. Her hair was so normal and Aurelia's so...hers.
"I'm sorry too."
His brows knotted together. "What for?"
"For falling in love with you."
His hands stopped in their place as he looked down at the sensible young woman, and adult now in the Ministry's eyes, who had resisted him for so long and then given in. The very same woman who had just admitted her love for him. Pain shot through his heart, and for a moment he thought he could no longer breathe. He had to get out of there. He could no longer look at her.
Lucius hastily grabbed discarded items of clothing from where they had been thrown the night before, pulling them on with the grace of a fourth year Gryffindor male, focusing on speed as opposed to presentation.
"Where are you going?" she asked, watching him from the bed, the sheets covering the body he had ravaged the night before. Her neck held the evidence of his desires, as his back proudly wore the scratches. He did not answer her straight away, but continued to clothe himself. "Lucius, answer me!"
He forced himself to meet her eyes, those piercing hazel orbs that now held nothing but confused hurt. He looked away. "I'm sorry."
"No!"
Aurelia had jumped out of bed and wrapped her arms around his body, stopping him from reaching the door. His mind went blank as he felt her breasts pushing on his back as she held on to him, his arousal growing, and for a moment he felt his resolve to leave breaking.
"Stay!"
He growled and pushed her arms away, simultaneously pushing away all his feelings for her. They couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't do this anymore. Aurelia crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down her face; he would remember that as the only time he had ever seen her cry, seem so weak and helpless, so broken. It was the only time he would see a pleading look on her dark feline features.
"I'm sorry." He wrenched his eyes away from her sobbing, naked frame and turned away. "I have to go."
With that he left the young woman he had fallen in love with too.
