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A/N: This story contains rape, seduction and probably drunken brawls, if you have any thing against //Reading// any of these things turn away now. And if you have interests in doing any of these things (mainly the first thing) go and chop your genitals off. Thank you and hope that you enjoy the story.
Prologue
It was how any poet would describe a summer's day, the sun shining, birds singing and the first years laughing, tickling the giant squid's tentacles. Heaven. This included Lily Evans. The now fifth year Gryffindor prefect sat on the bank of the lake, smoke coming out of Hagrids hut, making a daisy chain, just enjoying the summer breeze that lightly tousled her hair, humming to herself completely oblivious to the person behind her.
It wasn't until his shadow blocked out the light did Lily turn around and look up. He was thin, tall and stood in a stance that quite obviously showed his wealth, white blonde hair shining and fierce grey eyes, that did not agree with the smile he wore on his thin lips. Lily yet again returned to face the lake.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He asked, looking down at her in more ways than one.
"Leave me alone Lucius unless you have anything urgently important to say."
He did something that most people would find extremely complimenting but to Lily it was patronising. He sat down, straight onto the grass.
"Lucius I'm amazed that you let your robes get dirty."
"You know I'd do anything for you." His hand reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and kiss it, but Lily jerked away.
"What, urgently import thing did you have to tell me?"
His cold eyes looked up at hers as he slouched down to a more comfortable position. "Don't you think it can wait?" He asked, a smirk creeping across his features.
Lily plucked up a blade of grass from between their close bodies and he gasped thinking that she was reaching for him.
"No," she said inspecting the grass blade. She then looked up to his eyes, and matched his smirk, mocking it. "Not really."
Lucius swallowed. "The Dark Lord is getting stronger. You being a muggleborn will be in grave danger."
"I know that."
He lent over to her ear and whispered in an almost sensual way. "I know a way that will keep you safe, from him, and may even gain you his favour." Slowly he leant back.
She moved forward to him and whispered into his lips. "And what, would that be?"
Smirking again, he stood up and looked down, "I think you know, flower."
A/N: That was just a prologue to get you taste buds tickling. Next chapter is already up. And it'll probably be a Lily Snape fic, but more friendship base, but two friends close, different sex, hormones running wild..I think you know what I mean to happen.
Just follow the arrows.
A/N: This story contains rape, seduction and probably drunken brawls, if you have any thing against //Reading// any of these things turn away now. And if you have interests in doing any of these things (mainly the first thing) go and chop your genitals off. Thank you and hope that you enjoy the story.
Prologue
It was how any poet would describe a summer's day, the sun shining, birds singing and the first years laughing, tickling the giant squid's tentacles. Heaven. This included Lily Evans. The now fifth year Gryffindor prefect sat on the bank of the lake, smoke coming out of Hagrids hut, making a daisy chain, just enjoying the summer breeze that lightly tousled her hair, humming to herself completely oblivious to the person behind her.
It wasn't until his shadow blocked out the light did Lily turn around and look up. He was thin, tall and stood in a stance that quite obviously showed his wealth, white blonde hair shining and fierce grey eyes, that did not agree with the smile he wore on his thin lips. Lily yet again returned to face the lake.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" He asked, looking down at her in more ways than one.
"Leave me alone Lucius unless you have anything urgently important to say."
He did something that most people would find extremely complimenting but to Lily it was patronising. He sat down, straight onto the grass.
"Lucius I'm amazed that you let your robes get dirty."
"You know I'd do anything for you." His hand reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and kiss it, but Lily jerked away.
"What, urgently import thing did you have to tell me?"
His cold eyes looked up at hers as he slouched down to a more comfortable position. "Don't you think it can wait?" He asked, a smirk creeping across his features.
Lily plucked up a blade of grass from between their close bodies and he gasped thinking that she was reaching for him.
"No," she said inspecting the grass blade. She then looked up to his eyes, and matched his smirk, mocking it. "Not really."
Lucius swallowed. "The Dark Lord is getting stronger. You being a muggleborn will be in grave danger."
"I know that."
He lent over to her ear and whispered in an almost sensual way. "I know a way that will keep you safe, from him, and may even gain you his favour." Slowly he leant back.
She moved forward to him and whispered into his lips. "And what, would that be?"
Smirking again, he stood up and looked down, "I think you know, flower."
A/N: That was just a prologue to get you taste buds tickling. Next chapter is already up. And it'll probably be a Lily Snape fic, but more friendship base, but two friends close, different sex, hormones running wild..I think you know what I mean to happen.
Just follow the arrows.
