Spider felt confident for this Tuesday's extra-curricular session, she came into the familiar Potions room, soft dark hair cascading down her back, wearing an oversized denim shirt, black leather legging and kitten heeled studded boots. Deep red lipstick popped out at him as she walked in, she looked less faerie like and very much fiercer but nonetheless feminine. Her little black potions book was now over half full with notes made by the Professor Malfoy's charmed quill, she left it on the bench they'd worked on over the last four weeks.
"I'm sure you can guess we are two thirds through our little assignations and we've come to the sense of touch, we'll dive straight in I think."
Automatically closing her eyes, the blindfold covered her delicate lids and he guided her with his rough hands to what she assumed to be the middle of the room, unsure of what was required of her she didn't release him and stayed still. He didn't move either. Maybe Spider was supposed to feel her way round the room, or describe the things she could feel? She had no idea; he'd given her no guidance so the young witch decided to take the plunge. Gripping tighter at Mr Malfoy's coarse hands, she caressed the grooves with her fingertips, in spite of this obviously physicality of how his hands felt; they were in fact gentle to hold.
Now moving with fervour upwards to his forearm, seizing them she could sense a heat from one arm, it was his dark mark; she automatically flinched shifting to the backside of that arm. His arm was surprisingly hairy; there was true strength in these arms. Travelling still further up his limbs he tensed, she could feel it strengthen as if were reinforcing his own muscle. Bringing her hands round she found herself in contact with his chest, she left them there for a second more but then pulled away unaware if she wasn't supposed to be there. As Spider moved her fingers away she gently brushed the front of his trousers, although the young lady was unaware of what she'd done however Lucius was more than conscious of this. She patted herself down, pulling her wand out her boot she out her hand out and took two steps she felt the work bench.
"Accio cauldron!" the pewter cauldron slid towards her, feeling up the sides she moved it to the side, she felt for the jars, opened and took out some ingredients, her instinct was to try and smell it nevertheless she stopped herself, only using her fingers she didn't her best to determine what each one was. Lucius had moved behind her as she was now finely chopping the magical herb, lingering with every slice in order not to cut her own hand. She was fine for about five minutes, Spider laid aside the blade, and ignorant to how close she was to the knife she'd just put down when she felt a slash in her finger. Her tutor clutched her bleeding finger as the oozing gush of red flooded down as it matched the colour of her lips. One hand undoing the handkerchief his was dressing her finger with the other, it was washed, cleansed with the whisper of the 'Tergeo' charm and wrapped before she fully understood what she'd done. Throughout Lucius Malfoy had an extremely worried look on his face.
"Are you okay? It didn't hurt too much did it?" he sounded honestly concerned about her welfare.
"Yeah it's alright, just felt stupid that's all."
"Don't feel like that, it was an accident could've happened to anyone." He put a hand to her head and gently caressed her hair as she gazed longingly him. Although it was over in seconds, it felt like so much longer. Having gone through pretty much everything already, her teacher decided to let her go a little early, Spider could've stayed all night without an issue but she'd reluctantly went back to her dormitory, by the time she was changed and in her bed she already missing Lucius' guiding touch and his friendly encouragement. At the same time Draco sprang to mind. Napoleon leaped up onto her bed, circled herself nestling round her toes.
"Night night Napoleon" Spider whispered as her kitten purred comfortingly back.