I hope you all enjoy this little one-shot story I did. I was going to initially just make it one chapter, but I think it needs two. I just needed some good old fashioned Lucius smut, with no real story line. Sometimes I just need to get it out ;) I hope you like it from the "reader's" point of view! I think it allows everyone to have some alone time with Lucius! Enjoy and please review.
It was a cold winters day on a cozy Sunday, and the snow was falling softly down in white clouds of powder coating the unique London rooftops in a magical, fairytale aesthetic. It was the first snow of the season and you knew that the witches and wizards of Britain would all be headed out to the most popular villages today to enjoy first real feelings of winter, go for a bit of holiday shopping and perhaps go to one of the local pubs and grab a warm, enticing butterbeer.
You, yourself, couldn't resist the feeling of wanting to go out and enjoy the magical feeling of the Wizarding World during the holidays and so you made a plan that day to head over to Diagon Alley and enjoy the lively shops, which would surely be filled to the brim with new fascinating and magical items, right in time for the holiday shopping.
You had to admit you had been lonely lately and the thought of getting out amongst some crowds would make you feel some semblance of not being alone. Ever since graduating from Hogwarts a year ago, you had decided to live on your own, away from your parents, so you could truly feel like a real adult; and although you had been successful and currently had a great job at the Ministry in their public relations department, you couldn't help but miss your friends and family as you rarely got to see them anymore due to your hectic work schedule. Your parents lived in the country, far from the hustle and bustle of London and your old school friends all had their own lives and careers of their own now. Sure you often wrote messages to them and would often receive owls delivering notes back from your friends but it wasn't the same as being able to see them constantly like you did back when you attended Hogwarts.
As far as your love life went, it was essentially non-existent. Oh of course many male wizards had tried to get involved with you since your move to London a year ago. You were quite the stunning witch with your long luscious hair cascading down your back in soft, shining waves, your bright eyes large and doll like with your perfectly full and plush lips, which were unintentionally one of your most enticing features. You were a natural beauty and barely needed any makeup to enhance your already naturally beautiful creamy complexion.
You had definitely been open to the idea of love, but no one seemed to pique your interest. You were after all, a hopeless romantic, one of your many downfalls you attributed to yourself. It's not as if you were exactly waiting for Prince Charming or anything, however, you still craved that feeling of excitement and intrigue and so far you had never felt that from any man who approached you during your year since school ended. Even at Hogwarts you had the occasional snog-fest here and there with boys in your year but nothing serious.
The only man who had ever managed to raise butterflies in your stomach and gooseflesh on your skin was back when you were in school; it was the silliest of crushes and one that you kept to yourself as one of your darkest secrets. Not even your best friend back at Hogwarts knew of your infatuation, because you knew if anyone were to find out about your silly crush, you would never hear the end of it.
The first time you saw him was in your third year at Hogwarts. You were only a mere 13 years old, still practically a child, but you couldn't help it when a rush of a new type of excitement flooded your body at the first sight of him. It made it all the more embarrassing because he was the father of one of your classmates you had later discovered, and at least twice your age.
The first time you laid eyes on him was when he was at the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts, watching a match with the other teachers and adults who attended the games. You knew adult witches and wizards were authorized to come to Hogwarts to watch the Quidditch games and so the students were used to seeing adults from outside the school come to enjoy watching the student athletes. You had been cheering on from the stands as usual with your fellow Ravenclaws. The match was between Slytherin and Ravenclaw and you were so focused on the game you might have missed his entrance, however right as your eyes looked up at the players above as they flew over your head, your eyes happened to scan the crowd and stop immediately in their tracks on the sight of the most beautiful human being you had ever seen in your life. It was as if a train had run you over and paralyzed your very being.
The man was beautiful, lean and tall and draped in the finest of black robes. So black those robes were, a beautiful and clean black, unlike anything you had seen. And that hair…that hair that was as platinum and shiny as the brightest star in the sky. It flowed down past his shoulders, but a few tendrils of his hair blew around in the wind across his perfectly chiseled face. His hand clutched to a regal walking stick with the head of a snake, and he held his body with such confidence that you almost felt as if you had to look away out of intimidation, and yet you couldn't. The entire rest of the match you couldn't help but steal glances at him as he intently watched the game, his grey eyes intensely focused on the game, his face never betraying too much emotion. He looked as if he was a statue of a God, carved into perfect alabaster stone. You were so young, and so far away, that he never saw you gazing at him desperately the whole entire game.
The next year, your fourth year, you saw him again, during the Tri Wizard Tournament. He had come to each game during the tournament, and again, your heart raced at his perfect beauty as he sat intently and stoically. Something as amazing and dangerous as the dragons you had just been watching couldn't compare to the sight of this man. You hadn't realized you had been staring so intensely, and he must have noticed a gaze upon him, and all of a sudden his icy grey stare met your huge, wide eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at his gaze penetrating yours, you were too paralyzed with a tingling sensation deep in your core that you couldn't look away, and then that perfect man raised his left eyebrow in your direction ever so slightly, probably wondering what in the world you were staring at. The fact that he had acknowledged your existence, and your clear infatuation with him caused a rush of blood to flood your cheeks in the heaviest blush and your eyes quickly darted away.
Eventually you had figured out that the man whom you had been stealing glances at in wonder for the past few years was in fact, Draco Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy.
You had never really spoken with Draco during your time at school, but you had heard nasty things about the boy, and wondered if he had inherited his nastiness from his father. You had definitely heard rumors that would confirm your suspicion, but you still couldn't help but admire the man from afar every time you saw him.
During your fifth year, your beauty increasingly blossomed into that of a young woman and you were finally beginning to attract a lot of young boys' attentions at school, none of whom you had any interest in. One day you and some friends were over in Hogsmead headed off to enjoy a pint of Butterbeer over at the Hog's Head. When you entered the pub, you saw him again, sitting at a far back table in the corner with a group of mysterious looking gentlemen. The second you walked in you caught each other's eyes and when you didn't look away again, he gave you that same haughty look with a raised eyebrow as he looked up at you over the brim of his mug. God he was so incredibly gorgeous and your increasing hormones only made your infatuation and attraction to him all the more intense. As those grey eyes bored into your soul, your heart sped and your breath caught in your throat. He seemed to know the affect he had on you and you noticed as he put down his mug a slight smirk on his face. You blushed furiously and quickly went away to order your butterbeer and join your friends.
You sadly never saw him for the rest of your time at Hogwarts, and your heart sank a bit when you had heard that the man had been involved with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and that he had been sent to Azkaban. It was a shame that someone so beautiful could be involved in something so evil. However, late at night, when no one was around, you let you mind wander into all of the hidden fantasies you had dreamt about that would happen if you were just a few years older and had had the chance to be romantically involved with such a man. Just the thought of that made your poor teenage heart and body throb with desire.
Finally when the world had some semblance of normalcy and you had graduated from Hogwarts and had moved to London, you would occasionally see glimpses of that gorgeous platinum blond head, walking briskly through the Ministry or in Diagon Alley. He had never been sent back to Azkaban, but you knew his name didn't hold the same weight as it used to in the Wizarding society. Still, he was very haughty and very confident, and yes…very beautiful.
He walked as if he was always on a mission, and you never thought he actually saw you, and while you were 18 now and starting to head out of your teen years, you couldn't help but feel your heart pitter-patter a bit whenever you saw him. He was after all your first crush you had ever had, and although the thought of ever talking to him terrified you, you looked longingly from afar and in your fantasies…almost as if he was a superstar celebrity that you never would ever have a chance with. That all changed the second you headed out that crisp winter morning and headed to Diagon Alley.
You dressed fashionably, but warmly, your body highlighted nicely with a fitted leather jacket and warm knee-high boots, that were perfect for snowy weather. You had wrapped a cashmere scarf around your neck and put on a cute winter beanie hat that had a little pom-pom on the top. Your hair fell in waves out of the hat and framed your heart shaped face perfectly. Feeling satisfied with your outfit you made your way outside into the brisk winter day and breathed in a refreshing breath of cold air. You lived quite close to the brick wall, which was the magical entrance into Diagon Alley, and it took you no time at all to have made your way through the magical door and into the bustling streets the alley.
Your first stop was Flourish and Blotts. You wanted to get your hands on that latest romance novel you had heard all of your friends raving about and you weren't too proud to admit that trashy romance novels were your guilty pleasure. It didn't take long for you to find the book you wanted, as you knew exactly where it would be in the romance section of the book shop, and soon enough you were walking briskly and happily back out of the shop, book in hand, your eyes focused on the cheesy cover of the book where a rugged Scotsman with nothing on but his kilt, held the love of his life passionately in his arms, his hair flowing behind him epically. You headed down one of the hidden little alley ways, making your way to your next destination, however you were so engrossed with looking at the cover of your new book that you ran flat into the large, hard chest of someone, causing the wind to be knocked out of you.
You heard the man grunt as you walked hardly into his chest, and all of a sudden profuse apologies were spewing from your mouth while you simultaneously tried to catch your breath. You were so embarrassed and felt so rude to have just rammed into somebody like that, and as you looked up into the eyes of the person you ran into your body and mind froze until all that you registered was the rapid beating of your trembling heart and the color leaving your already very pale skin.
Lucius Malfoy himself, looked down at you with a slight scowl, clearly not appreciated having just been practically mowed over. Had he always been that tall? His face, although clearly angered, was still just as beautiful and statuesque as the first day you saw him all those years ago when you were younger. He had clearly recovered from his stint in Azkaban and his dark times during the Wizarding War. He was as radiant as ever.
"Mr…Mr..Malfoy…I'm….so…so…sorry, I," you stumbled over your words as his grey eyes pierce into your own as he impatiently waited for you to finish your weak apology. Not only were these the first words you ever uttered to the man, but also the first time you had been so close to him. Why did he have to be so darn gorgeous? And even more so…why did he have to smell so good? He smelled like the best smelling musky cologne you could imagine mixed with pine and maybe a bit of leather.
"Why don't you watch where you're going you-" but his sentence was stopped short as he saw your big eyes grow even wider and your porcelain skin flush deeply with a warm pinkish-red hue.
You didn't know why he stopped mid-sentence, but you were glad, as you weren't sure you could stomach him berating you so harshly. Your breath came out sporadically and fast causing little clouds to form in the air since the whether was so cold and your body and breath was so warm. Your cheeks continued to blaze with shock and humiliation. In your fantasies this wasn't how you imagined meeting him. But suddenly as you continued to stare up at that perfect face, his scowl softened and his grey eyes suddenly became large, dark and focused, causing your eyes to grow even wider, if that was possible. He then spoke in such a low voice you could barely hear him, but oh how you had longed to one day hear that voice; and it was perfect and smooth like honey.
"That blush…"he said his lips barely moving as he studied your face with wonder and a burning fierceness that scared yet aroused you. "That is the blush that has been haunting me for years."
"Wh…what?" you asked shakily as your cheeks continued to burn.
"I remember you…how could I not. Your perfect, flushed face is imprinted into my memory. It's kept me up at night many a time…" he stated, almost with a frustrated look, as his gaze continued to darken with memories of the past and a smirk appeared on his lips.
He was moving closer to you and you tried backing up a bit until your back was practically pressed up against the brick wall of the alleyway. You wanted to say so many things. Your heart was soaring that he remembered you as much as you had remembered him, despite you never having actually met. What could this mean? Had he been watching you all those years ago with interest as well? No he couldn't possibly…you were so young. You started to become more nervous with this Adonis of a man standing so incredibly close to your flushed body.
"I….you…uhmmm," you stuttered until your nerves couldn't take it anymore and you tried to move away to run down the alley.
Before you knew it there were two strong arms on either side of your face, trapping you where your back was pressed up against the wall. You couldn't run. Lucius had put both of his arms on either side of you so that you were forced to look into his burning grey eyes.
"Tsk tsk…trying to leave so soon?" he drawled out. His face was so close to yours and his warm, delicious breath came out in smoky clouds around you. You licked your lips subconsciously as your breathing became more and more fast, to which Lucius noticed.
"Shhh," he said seductively and soothingly as he tried to help you level out your breathing. It was hard to calm down when his arms on either side of your face still had you pinned between the wall and his broad, tall body.
"I didn't think you would ever remember me…" you finally said a bit more steadily.
"How could I not? The looks you gave me all those years ago…the innocence and wonder in your eyes, the flush to your beautiful little face…you made me feel things that I knew were taboo and dark…even for me…a Deatheater."
If your breathing had been quickened before, it was now completely stopped. You couldn't quite comprehend what he just admitted to you.
He continued. "For the first time in my life you made me feel as if I was wrong for feeling such things…. As I said, the memory of you kept me up many a night wracked with guilt over my lust for such a young creature such as yourself…After all the dark things in my life I have done…you were the first one to ever make me question myself," he said as he lifted your chin up with his leathered gloved hand so you looked more squarely into his face.
You still said nothing. Just looked into his eyes as if paralyzed.
"And tell me…what were you thinking when I caught you staring at me with those curious eyes of yours?" he smirked, urging you to admit to him what he wanted to hear most.
"I was thinking that you were the most…." you said so quietly it was practically a whisper; you were so nervous to continue.
"Yes….?" He urged you; one of his hands pressed up against the wall you leaned on and the other hand still firmly gripping your chin with his index finger and thumb.
"I should go!" you squeaked; too timid to finish the sentence. You looked to either side of yourself, looking for a way out from under his strong arms. Thankfully no one else was in the alley to see what was going on.
Lucius was quicker than you thought and immediately saw that you were about to run. Well that just wouldn't do for him; no one ever ran away from him when he had questions, especially ones so burning.
"Ah ah ah…not so fast little one," he said as he snagged the romance novel you had just purchased out of your hands. You had forgotten that you had been holding that book, as your real life romance novel was standing right in front of your face.
"What is it you have here?" he continued, as he took a look at the cover and his eyebrow raised slightly and his perfect lips turned up in an almost mocking grin.
You flushed again and reached for your book, which you quickly grabbed out of his gloved hands.
"It's nothing! Give it back!" you said, your blush now more out of anger than feelings of adoration and shyness.
"It doesn't seem like nothing. It seems like you are yearning for a touch of romance and a heaping dose of sex…" he said as he enunciated the last word. "Lonely are we Miss…?" he pauses just then, realizing he doesn't know your name. Funny how you have known his all of these years and yet he still hadn't known yours.
You shyly told him your name as you clutched your book to your chest thoroughly embarrassed, and shivered slightly from the cold. Despite the heat of the situation, you had still been outside in the snow now for a bit, and you longed desperately to be anywhere but in this cold alleyway…you would rather be cuddled back up in your cozy flat, with Lucius, as he slowly undressed you…. 'no!' you thought to yourself as you shook your head as if trying to shake away the fantasies.
Lucius appeared almost relieved that he finally knew your name and he was leaning in close again, and your back was soon up against the wall. He had quite a knack for getting you against walls didn't he? He said your name softly with a deep voice and your skin shivered again this time not from the cold but from the sound of such a sexy thing. It aroused you to no end that he had thought of you over the years; had been interested, even if it was quite taboo. The pit of your stomach ached in arousal at the thought and you let out another shaky breath. Lucius took note of this and raised that darn eyebrow at you again. God he knew he was sexy didn't he? Of course he did. And he also knew that his apparent seduction tactics were working. He was right, you had been lonely, and the fact that your dream man was literally standing in front of you after all of these years of crushing on him, was almost too much to comprehend.
"Now little one…. what were you saying earlier? You were about to tell me how when you were younger, you thought I was the most…?" he questioned you, clearly dying to know how you were going to finish that sentence earlier before you tried to make a run for it.
You swallowed hard, but with the ache in your belly, you longed to be honest with him. Who knew if you would ever get the chance again?
"I thought you were the most…perfect and gorgeous man I ever laid my eyes on," you said as you looked straight into his grey eyes with your equally as beautiful ones. He seemed mesmerized by what you were saying, clearly loving the compliments, but also truly moved by your words. You continued. "You were full of so much confidence, mystery and intrigue and just so incredibly beautiful…you are the first and only man I have ever really…. desired…" you finally said, that damn blush coming back.
You immediately heard a low grumble coming from Lucius' chest. It was a sound you had never heard before, but it immediately caused another wave of arousal to your very core, as it was the manliest and most erotic sound you had ever heard. That sound was one of pure desire and need. Lucius Malfoy himself needed and wanted you.
"I never thought fate would bring us to this moment," he said as he looked over your face and down to your neck, which was wrapped up in your scarf. He grabbed the end of your scarf and began pulling it slowly…ever so slowly off of you causing your whole body to shudder. "And oh how I ache for you…. and now my conscious can be clear," his honeyed voice drawled, as he referred to his desire for you and how young you were, but now were at least of age.
God did you ache for that man too. He had gotten the scarf all the way off of you and held it in his left hand as his right came up to the delicate skin of your neck and gently caressed it with his gloved hand. The leather felt amazing on your skin and you closed your eyes in bliss. You heard another desirous rumble come from his broad chest.
"Mr. Malfoy, I…" you began to say, but he interrupted you, not wanting to hear any objections.
"Tell me you ache for me too. I know you do," he demanded. His hand still stroking your neck lightly.
You didn't say anything at first; you just let him continue to keep you pinned to the wall with his gorgeous magnetism.
"Say it," he demanded once more. His voice more clear and urgent.
The truth came out again, unable to stop in its tracks. "I ache for you. So badly," you confirmed.
His haughty smirk reappeared and he dropped his hand from its ministrations of your sensitive skin on your neck. He pointed at the book you held in your shaky hands and spoke.
"I suggest you forget about this silly fictional book, and join me for a blissful afternoon in reality. I can show you more pleasure than any book could ever begin to have you imagine."
A little mewl of a moan escaped your lips then and you couldn't help but put one of your small delicate hands upon his chest. That chest that was so close to you, and a chest that felt so strong and muscular under your tiny hand. You couldn't believe you were touching him; you could never have imagined that would be possible. But oh how you had longed to touch him for so many years.
"Do you live around here little one?" he asked urgently as he walked even closer, so now the length of his body was pressed up against yours. You let out another moan of delight when you felt his iron hard erection straining against his pants and against your thigh. You could feel the heat of it, even through both of your layers of clothing.
Without saying another word, your body was in full control now, not your mind, you put your other hand against his chest, and then gripped him with both hands on the lapels of his cloak and with one last look of longing in your eyes, apparated him and yourself straight to your flat. Holy Merlin it was happening at last!