I rolled my eyes, why I was surprised, I have no idea. "How about you keep your manwhoreness to yourself for tonight, all right?"

He playfully grabbed his chest. "Oh, Amelia, so harsh! What did I ever do to deserve this from you?"

"I can think of a few things…" Ha. Right back at him.

I walked around to the other side of the bed and sat on it. It was extremely comfortable, I could see how girls would fall for this every time. He sat on the opposite side, leaning against the headrest for support. "So you really thought that mirror showed the future. That would be a depressing thought."

"Yeah," of course it would be, it shows your worst fear. "So you're not going to tell me what you saw?"

He sighed amusedly. "I saw myself with ten kids. It was torture!"

It took me a few seconds to register if he was telling the truth. Thankfully, he wasn't. "You had me nervous there for a second."

"What are you talking about? That would be a nightmare!"

"Having children? You aren't even the one giving birth! I would love to have a lot of kids…well a reasonable number."

"Nooo way. I'm having kids until I have a boy."

"You mean an heir?"

"Precisely." Poor Draco. That's all he was wanted for, an heir. It's a bit unfair, really.

"A knut for your thoughts?" Ha. That sounds funny. "What?" I guess the smile on my face got him a little paranoid. That, of course, made me laugh. "Seriously, what?"

"Nothing. Don't worry."

"I don't believe you."

"Don't get your knickers in twist."

"What?" He half-yelled. I was really laughing now. The look on his face was pure outrage. It was just too much. Lucius is supposed to always been calm and quiet right? Well maybe not calm, but a suppressed rage. "Amelia. What is going on?"

I didn't answer him.

"I can't get to know you if you never tell me what you are thinking!"

That made me smile. "Believe me, it's nothing of importance."

"I'm sure you're mistaken. Anything you think of is definitely worth mentioning."

A blush crept along my face. I didn't mean for it to happen, but I couldn't stop it. As sad as that was, that was probably the nicest thing a man has ever said to me. His hand raised and I watched it as it came closer to my face. My eyes flickered to his face and when our eyes connected, something shot through his eyes. I don't know what, but whatever he realized made him stop.

"My apologies. I know, no funny business." He said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. "Lucius, what am I going to do with you?"

"Absolutely nothing because I am exactly perfect as I am."

"Cocky as ever, I see."

"By now are you really surprised?" He hit me with a look, a look that says 'I know exactly what you want.' I felt the heat rise to my cheeks again. I broke eye contact right away, I could not handle that right now. "You're from America, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Soo…is there anything that you like to do there? That we could do here?" A few things popped into my head, but I didn't know, if I should mention them…I mean, they were all muggle things.

"Well, I wouldn't want to bore you."

"Oh my gosh, Amelia. I won't lie. This might sound harsh, but that is really annoying!"

"What?"

"You always assume that I will do this or that. You need to stop. Believe me, I'm going to be completely honest with you."

I took a deep breath. He was right. I was doing that. If he was asking to know the real me, then I guess I should get to know him too. I'll open my mind. "You're right. I'm sorry." I looked up at him and he had this amused look on his face. "Listen, if you are going to act like this every time I apologize, it won't happen often!"

He rearranged his expression to a more solemn look, but I could still see the amusement that lurked beneath. I laughed, I had too.

A stack of cards had appeared on the bedside table. Normal, muggle, playing cards. "Ok, then I'll teach you a game that I learned when I was young."

"From who?"

"My grandma."

"Interesting."

"Why is that interesting?"

"No reason." I glared at him, and he returned it with a sweet almost poisoning smile.

I rolled my eyes while shuffling the cards. It's such a calming routine, I could shuffle cards forever. "Ok, the name of the game is Spit."

"Spit?"

"Yes, spit."

"What a second." He actually looked kind of freaked out. "Does this involve you spitting on me?"

"Yes." I said with all seriousness, "We see who can spit on each other the most, and whoever does is the winner!" I said with enthusiasm. The look on Lucius's face was priceless. It was pure disgust. If only I had a camera. He didn't say anything; it was that look that was plastered on his face which made me not say anything.

"Oh, relax, I'm just kidding." A sigh of relief escaped his lips.

"You really had me worried there."

"Oh believe me, I could tell." I said with amusement.

"You will pay for that one." He said half-jokingly.

"Don't worry; nobody was here to see you have a moment of weakness." His features softened as though that comment hurt but became molded again within a few seconds.

"Maybe I'll let you get away with that this time. But, be warned, I do not forgive easily," he said with a smirk. There is was, whatever he had shown for that brief second was now covered with that mask. I wanted to ask him about it, but I had no right. We were friends, yes, but I don't think he trusts me yet. For good reason, since I am basically lying to him.

"Well, thanks for the warning."

"And you have had a rough day…" He trailed off, not meeting my eye. I felt this rush of embarrassment throughout me. Was I always going to feel this self-conscious about it? I feel terrible that he had to witness that. I don't like showing those weak emotions to people. Is Lucius going to think of me crying every time that he sees me?

"Hey, look at me." His hand found my face, and gently pushed it towards his. "Don't feel bad, about any of it." His hand travelled up my face, and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. I was drowning in his gaze, soaking up every last drop. "You are beautiful, and I mean all of you. Never feel bad about who you are…weaknesses and all." It was like he was reading my mind. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. We just stayed there looking at each other for what felt like ten minutes, when I'm sure it was only ten seconds.

Eventually, he took the cards from my hands and started shuffling them himself, "So are you going to teach me this game or what?" And the moment was gone. His smirk, once again, appeared on his face, all physical traces of the man, who had just told me I was beautiful was gone, and yet, he wasn't. There was something between us, something we both couldn't see, but it was a wonderful, comforting feeling.

A slow smile appeared on my lips. "Of course, but I should warn you now, I'm very competitive when it comes to this game. I don't lose easily."

"A challenge I see." He said mischievously. "I should warn you, I don't give up on challenges very easily."

"I look forward to your ill attempts to beat me."

"The only ill thing about it is when you are too 'sick' to play."

"Ha, hold on just a sec, don't you think you should learn how to play first?"

"That might come in handy when winning, so yes." The smile on Lucius's face struck a cord in me, and I couldn't tell you why, but all I wanted in that moment was to kiss him.

But, I didn't of course.

"Ok, pay attention though because I'm only gonna tell you once!"

"I feel like that's not fair."

"It's fair if my winning streak is on the line." I said with a sly smile. This banter with Lucius was way more fun than it probably should have.

He pondered it for a second and then agreed. "Hmm…I think I can make this even more interesting."

I was intrigued, "Oh, do tell."

"After I learn how to play the game, let's make a bet. If I win…you will spend the whole weekend with me in here." He said with a devilish smirk.

"And if I win?" I chose to ignore that comment, since the look he gave me was already sending shivers up my spine.

"Then you can choose what you want me to do?"

"This is after one game?"

"Yes."

"How about best of three?"

"Getting nervous are we? I thought you were the best, no questions asked."

Nope, I was not going to give into to this bait. I sat there quietly, waiting for him to agree.

"Alright, if you are too scared to just play one, we can play best of three."

"I'm not scared, Malfoy!" Where did that come from?

He didn't seem upset, on the contrary, he seemed positively delighted. "Alright, Martin, then one game, whoever wins, gets to decide what to do this weekend."

I effing walked right into that one. And then I heard myself saying, "Fine." Well, this is going to be an interesting weekend.

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