Lucius led her to his private study. He opened the door and she walked in and her jaw dropped. This room was amazing it had a solid oak desk, with black leather chairs, and a nice collection of books.
"This is a beautiful room Mr. Malfoy, but forgive me won't your wife be mad you have me up here?" She said looking back at him.
"She won't notice, trust me. Now would you like a drink?"
"Whiskey would be great thanks,"
"Please sit down." He said handing her a glass of whiskey.
"You really have a nice house."
"Well you're not used to as lavish surroundings such as this I suppose."
"No... I'm not. I guess that doesn't surprise you huh?"
"Actually I think you should be living like this considering your taste in clothes and other items."
"Other items?"
"I've seen you in Knockturn Alley."
"Oh um... yeh I've been down there a few times."
"More than a few from what I've seen."
"Ok ok, I've been down there a lot but just to look." She said downing her glass of whiskey. The burning in her throat was so delicious. He was looking at her with a look in his eyes she couldn't tell exactly what it was but it was making her crazy.
"You deserve so much more then what you were put into." He said in an incredibly irresistible tone.
"Don't you mean born into?"
"No,"
Mag looked at the clock it was ten o'clock.
"Shit." She said standing up.
"What's the matter?"
"I have to find some way to get back to my house."
"You can floo from here." He remained completely calm. He watched her in her panic and he found her irresistible.
"No I can't... you don't understand. Ugh fuck me!" He cocked an eyebrow at her words wondering how she would sound like if she was in his bed begging him to take her. Lucius was glad his robes blocked the bludge growing in his pants.
Mag turned to him.
"Luci- Mr. Malfoy it's been a nice chat but I have to go." Before he could reply she ran out the door to his study and down the stairs.
While she was running down the stairs she ran into someone. Strong hands held her up.
"Whoa careful there," The guy who held her said chuckling. Mag looked up and saw short blond hair behind a silver mask.
"Malfoy?"
"Do I know you?" He asked as she stood up and started walking towards the door. He followed.
"Don't be a smart ass you know who I am."
"I wouldn't forget meeting a beauty such as you."
"Please don't fuck with me right now." She said turning to him.
"Honestly I really don't know who you are."
She turned and looked at the mirror.
"Merlin, my face and hair." They were completely different.
"Yes you look stunning."
"I have to go." She said running out the front door.
"Wait."
Mag kept running she had to find some way to get home. She ran out of the gate and down the road.
It was the middle of the night and Mag was lost in the middle of London. She had taken the mask off and had thrown it somewhere. She was carrying her shoes in her right hand. She had hardly any idea where she was and she was exhausted.
"Someone help me." She mumbled to herself.