Dangerously Attracted: Chapter Four

Summary: She's just turned up at his house, from the middle of nowhere. He, Lucius, doesn't know her name, where she's from, anything about her. All he knows is that she's the one from his dream. Does their relationship progress? And what does Draco have to do with her? ((LM—OC, DM-OC))

Disclaimer: See Previous Chapter.

Warnings: OOC, sexual references.

Last Time:

"Don't you speak to me like that!" Lucius roared.

"Don't tell me what to do? I'm not your child to boss around, Lucius!" Shane countered.

SLAP!

Shane fell against the wall, clutching her cheek. Slowly, her body slid down the wall as she stared, horrified, up at Lucius.

Lucius stared down at his hands; he seemed more horrified than Shane.

Lucius took the risk of leaning forward and kissing her cheek. Shane allowed him to go that, although her guard was up now.

She couldn't believe she'd let another man hit her, she'd made a vow to be independent and the one man she thought loved her had just hit her.

"I'm really sorry," Lucius said, looking down at his hands again. He really did look as sorry as he said he was.

"I... I don't know if I can trust you now," Shane told him, walking back to main guest room, leaving Lucius standing alone by the front door.

Chapter Four: A Million Thoughts

Lucius sat in his desk, slowly scratching his quill across a tiny piece of parchment. Sighing deeply, he pinched the end of the tiny letter, holding it up in front of his face; slowly he read:

Dearest Shane,

Please return, at least, one of my letters. It's been a week since I've seen your beautiful face, I feel worse than ever. I hope that one day you'll forgive me, I do love you. And I'll forever hate myself for hurting you.

-Lucius.

He knew he should write something like 'Love Lucius,' but he just couldn't bring himself to write it. He wasn't even sure if he truly loved Shane. Sure, he loved her, but true love; true love isn't something you can give to someone, it's someone they inherit. You may wish for them to truly love you, but you can't just give it to them, it has to be returned; it has to be taken.

Plus, Shane had already told him she wasn't even sure if she loved him the way he loved her. If she didn't love him, why was she still here? Why?

He also had to do something about Draco; the boy was getting too nosey. He had been so close to finding Shane that night. It was strange; he looked in the direction she was as though he knew she was there, as if he sensed her or something.

The boy knew too much.

Draco lay on his king-sized, four-poster, staring up into the black canopy. A million thoughts running through his mind at that moment, each as confusing and mind-aching as the next.

She had been there, he knew it. And with his father. He hadn't seen her in over a year. Why was she here? Now? Was she here for him? And with his father? What on Earth was going on? Why him? Why was she doing this? Didn't she realize this was going to bring up more problems than what it would solve?

It had been a week since he'd gone down to the Summer House searching for Father. He'd gone down there ever night for the last week. He would just disappear for hours at a time, not that this was a change, but if he was going to be home, couldn't at least try to spend a few hours with Mother?

Mother was the reason he'd gone down there, she'd been worried about him, and for all they knew the bastard was cheating on her. What an , how could he do this to her? She was the most graceful and beautiful woman in his life and he was just going to let that slip?

Sure, Father had been unfaithful before, it had taken all his, Draco's, strength to prevent his mother from finding out. Yeah, he'd enjoy Father having to suffer without Mother, but Mother wouldn't survive without Father, she needed him; she even loved him.

Now he had a decision to make, he knew she was down in the Summer House, she knew he knew, but did he have the courage to dig up that part of his past?

Shane leant back in her bath, sighing in the comfort. She didn't like to feel comfortable in this house, but she had to relax at one point, didn't she?

At that moment a tiny owl fluttered through the open window, landing on the small table next to the bath. It held out its tiny pure, white leg for Shane to tie an even tinier letter off of.

Shane sighed, toweled her hands dry and untied the letter, already knowing who had sent it.

END CHAPTER…

OK, a short chapter, but this wasn't intended as an important chapter, just something to keep the tides flowing. The important stuff is yet to come, just relax. I'm promising now to update soon,

So until then...