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Summary: Harry still remembers the first time Lucius Malfoy snarled a death threat at him before forcefully grabbing his hair and yanking him to the man's lips in a bruising kiss. [Preview of Lustful Haze]
Looking back, I suppose I was a bit hardheaded. I never took in the other side, always taking the information given to me for facts. Well, except for those six months of lucidity. It was up until the point of the final battle.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the wizarding worlds very own Harry Potter," a voice sneered behind me.
I spun around, wand tightly grasped in my right hand. I faltered for a moment when I saw him. Regal, broad shoulders and chest, his silken black robes fluttering slightly behind his legs. His hair was down and perfectly placed around his aristocratic face. High cheekbones that were as sharp as his words and above them sat a pair of frozen blue eyes.
My muscles tensed, ready to start casting and dodging if the man attacked. "What do you want?" I spat out.
He smirked and walked closer to me until we were almost chest to chest. He leant down until I could feel his hot breath on my cheek. "I want you dead," he whispered.
It might have been the way he said it or the adrenaline that had been coursing through my veins, but either way I grabbed the back of his head, my hand tangled pleasantly in his soft hair, and crushed our lips together.
He didn't move his lips, but I knew it wasn't from shock. He wanted to see if I could entice him into it. I almost smirked against those thin petals. My tongue sliced through his rather tough defenses, and I was able to get in a quick swipe over the roof of his mouth before he grabbed onto my shoulders and pushed me away.
His face was blank as he stared at my face. I was already breathing heavily, but his eyes on mine caused my entire face to flush. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk, and he let go of me. I watched with lidded eyes as he stepped back and, with a small twirl of his cloak, walked away.
I didn't clear the haze that had taken hold of me for quite some time.
© 2009 Inyx Dawn
10/09/09