Spring Break
1974
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I fasten my pace as much as possible in these god-awful shoes. Making a sharp turn around the fountain, I lose myself in the intricate maze hedge. Finally, I slow down when I no longer hear his graceful footsteps behind me and release a breath, I didn't realize I was holding.
Letting my back fall against the hedge. I look up at the starry night sky. My heart was still pounding in my chest, but now I wasn't sure it was just from hastily escaping. It was beating because of him. I close my eyes, thinking about the dark lord. This was the first time I had seen him in person, the man everyone talks about. The man that's going to change the world. He was more handsome than the girls in my class said he was.
"Oh, there you are." I hear his silky-smooth voice travel from the side of me. Jerking my head in his direction, I see him standing there, staring at me with his all-knowing eyes.
"I- uh- " My stupid groggy brain is having trouble sending the correct words to my mouth. I raise my hand to my chest to stop my racing heart and seem to be able to form a coherent thought.
"What are you doing out here, my lord?" He looks at me intently, face unmoving. I wish I knew what he was thinking. His face didn't betray a single emotion.
"I should be asking you that, Miss Shafiq." He states eyebrow-raising slightly as he continues to assault me with his eyes. My brain started to jumble as soon as he spoke. What in the world is wrong with me? I've never acted this brainless in front of a guy before.
'You've also never been in front of one of the most powerful men in the wizarding world. Well, not counting old Dumbledore.'
"Why were you running from me?" He questions softly, snapping me out of my trance.
"Oh, um, I wasn't running from you, sir; I mean, my Lord," I replied, lowering my head in a sign of submission.
He hooks his finger under my chin, and I feel my head lifted until my eyes meet his.
"I don't like dishonesty. You would do well to remember that."
Before I could even see his movements, his hand was tangled in my hair, yanking my head back viciously. I raise my hands instinctively to my irritated scalp as I whimper from the stinging pain.
"Please, my lord- " my words die on my lips, and I let out a strangled sound as his fingers tighten even more in my hair.
My eyes are screwed shut, but I feel his breath on the shell of my eye, which makes a shiver go down my spine. Which surely does not go unnoticed by him. He moves his free hand around my back and brings my lower half flush with his. I start to feel the gravity of my situation, and fear starts to set in my body. I can feel his hardness digging into my stomach as his lips slip down my neck. His soft lips lightly touched my sensitive skin. Me being myself, I accidentally let a soft moan escape my lips, and how I wish I could take it back. I could feel him smirk against me.
Then almost as quickly as it began, he released my hair and took a step back. Not anticipating his sudden retreat, I fell back against the hedge. I hear his footsteps before I realize he has left me.
Pulling myself up, I straightened my dress and fussed at my hair to ensure it seemed presentable. I can't believe this just happened. Stewing in my thoughts about what just happened, I walk back to the Manor to find my father. I might take him up on that offer to go home. I just wanted to hide in my bedroom for the rest of the night.
Before I could walk inside, a hand grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the shadows. I raise my hand, preparing to strike my attacker before I hear the all-too-familiar chuckle.
"It's me; it's me!" Lucius exclaims, trying to keep a straight face.
"Why in the world would you think it was a good idea to sneak up on me like that!" Punching him in the chest to insinuate my point. "You scared me half to death, Luci!" I whine.
Wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulls me into him, leaning down to place his forehead on mine.
"I'm sorry, love; I wanted to grab you before you went inside. I wanted some more alone time..."
"We had alone time earlier, and you see how that turned out," I spit out as I tried to wiggle myself from his grasp to no avail. His arm tightens, keeping in place as one of his hands wanders lower, gripping my arse through my dress.
"I'm sorry for that. Mother wasn't supposed to find us." I scoff.
"Well, we were not truly hidden. Anyone could have happened upon us. However, you let your mother speak to me that way and left me there." I bite out. Lucius and I were not in a relationship. In all actuality, he was soon to be betrothed to another. I just thought he would at least stick up for me instead of running to mommy dearest with his tail tucked between his legs.
"Let me make it up to you," he whispers as he starts littering, kissing along my jaw and down to my neck. "Let me make you feel good."
His lips descend upon mine before I even give him an answer and his hand slowly make its way to the front of my dress, teasing my bare flesh along the hem. I pull my lips from his with the little strength I have left.
"Lucius, anyone can see," I moan out as his lips connect with my neck, nibbling down to the top of my breast. My protest falls on deafened ears as he continues his sweet assault on my body. His hands skillfully moved to the hem of my skirt, lifting it just enough for him to push my little lace knickers to the side and find my soaking slit.
"You are so wet for me, my little Ana." He groans in my ear, pushing his body closer to mine. While I was very wet, it wasn't because of Lucius. It was because of him—the Dark Lord. I could still feel his lips ghost my skin. How my body just reacted to him with just a look. It made me yearn for more. God, I was a little whore, thinking of another man while Lucius' hand was in my knickers. Needing more, I grind into his hand, hoping he got the hint instead of slowly torturing me. I needed a release fast. I felt as if I were on fire.
"Well, aren't you a needy little kitten?" he questions as he inserts two fingers into my hungry cunt. He goes at a slow, tortuous pace. "Is this what you want, little Ana?"
"No..." I moan softly. I push myself onto his fingers, trying to push him deeper to quench my ache. He takes his free hand and places it on my hip stilling my movements. I let out a whimper.
"Luci... please!" I whine into his neck.
"Well, what do you want, my little Ana? Use your words."
"Harder, faster, deeper, please, Luci," I whisper, pulling my eyes up to look into his gorgeous blue one, "I need this. I need you."
As if those were the magic words he gave me, just that. He was pulling my body into him in a way that made his finger sink more profoundly. It felt so good I almost cried. Picking up his pace, he also rubbed his palm against my clit, causing pleasure to surge through me. I could feel myself reaching my peak as he played with my body the way I liked.
" Luci-" I scream, but his lips engulf my mouth, silencing my cry as I orgasm. As I rest my forehead against him, I will my breathing to return to normal. My god, I would miss him. As he pulls his fingers from under my dress, he puts them quickly in his mouth, sucking my essence with greed.
"You taste like heaven." My cheeks dare heat at his compliment. Straightening my dress and making myself presentable again, I feel his eyes on me.
"What?" I question, not even looking in his direction.
"I wish I could marry you instead of Narcissa." He says with a sigh, running his hands down his beautiful face.
Narcissa. He had to be betrothed to Narcissa Black, of all people. She was a nasty muppet that tried to make my life a living hell. I couldn't even imagine Lucius with her. He was so bright, and she was so... not. Yeah, she was beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than me, but she never had an original thought of her own. That may be why no one has asked for my hand; I have a brain. I couldn't even help the stray tear that escaped my eye.
"We always knew this would end. Your mother hates my family; we never had a chance."
"It still feels awful. I don't want to lose you," he whispers, grabbing my hand. "Maybe it doesn't have to..."
"What do you mean?" I question sharply. Surely, he wasn't implying what I believe he was.
"Well... I mean, this doesn't have to end after I'm married. We can still be together. Just think of it. You can be a Malfoy mistress. I will do my duty with Cissa, but then we can be together. It'll be like you're my wife in everything but name. I would give you the world, Diana. If you let me." Before I could stop myself, my hand went flying into his cheek.
"How dare you. You know what that would mean for me. I will be disowned by my family and treated as a common whore. Your property. I want a career Lucius, and no one would hire me. I want kids; you know, as your mistress, I wouldn't be able to bare you children." I spit out venomously. I see the red mark forming on his now snarled face.
"How dare I? There is a line of witches that would beg to be my mistress, and you throw it in my face as an insult. You would be lucky to be my mistress. I doubt anyone wants my leftovers anyway. Everyone knows Ana; you'd be lucky if anyone wants your used-up cunt!" he exclaims, breathing heavily. I physically coil as if he had struck me. Not wanting to waste any more time on this git, I quickly ran to my earlier destination. Tonight, has turned into a mess; I should have just left when my father offered.