A/N: Hi everyone! VenusInHerHair (amazing writer of Love is a Ruthless Game) has started a Lucius/OC community of which I am a staff member called Dark Magic: Lucius Malfoy and OC stories. Come read and if you are writing an OC/Lucius story or have a favorite, let us know!
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Enjoy this chapter, rated a very strong M for reasons I hope you will enjoy. If you are underage, scram! Lyrics from Marina and the Diamonds.
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"Rule number four, gotta be looking pure. Kiss him goodbye at the door, and leave him wanting more"
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"Shit, he is coming over here…" Lacey murmured, trying to shrink herself as much as possible into her chair by the window, but Draco was upon them in seconds and she sat up straight as his eyes, slightly darker than his fathers, found hers.
"I did not think I would have the pleasure of seeing you again so soon, but I never caught your name… Miss….?"
"Lacey Delaney," she replied simply and he shook her hand formally before turning to Ginny, "The littlest Weaslebee, what a pleasure." His voice was snarkier when he addressed her, but it lacked malice and came across more as if from habit. The hatred for each other had long since passed, but it was part of their routine to establish normalcy and to hearken back to some of their more innocent days of youth whenever they saw each other.
"What are you doing here?" Ginny asked, prompting the conversation further into her desired direction, even though the red-head was practically squirming like a child on Christmas morning at the drama of the situation and the fact that she already knew what he would say.
"Having lunch with my father. Shall I bring him over?" his eyes darted to Lacey, but he had enough tact to not insinuate that they had anything to do with each other. Draco knew the girls were best friends and when he heard her name, he finally recognized why she had seemed so familiar when he ran into her in Malfoy Manor. Yet, since he knew Ginny had a touchy history with his father, he did not know if it was fair game to assume Lacey had told the Weasley about her nighttime activities, and thus refrained from mentioning it.
"Oh of course!"
"No, it's alright…"
Both girls gave opposite responses and Lacey looked down at the table, flushing slightly at the awkwardness. Draco thus obeyed Ginny's request and with a well-placed and meaningful glance, he motioned for his father to join them. It was clear that Draco was getting some pleasure out of the bizarre situation as well. His face was as twisted in hidden glee as Ginny's.
Lucius Malfoy made his way slowly through the tables until he was next to his son, putting a hand on his shoulder that squeezed him a bit too hard.
"Ginevra," he inclined his head politely towards Ginny and she gave him a small smile back, watching him intently as he turned to Lacey and gave her just an nod of his head. Nothing more.
"Oh father, don't be so rude," Draco smirked, "It seems that you know Lacey here quite well, do you not?"
Lucius' face turned murderous as he glared at his son for a fleeting second, but soon plastered on the aristocratic and stoic countenance he had so well perfected, "In passing, we've met." Lacey hurriedly nodded in agreement. Ginny was biting her lip and looking between both Malfoys. The tension was palpable, but that wasn't surprising. Ginny was more taken aback, as was Draco, by the obvious sexual tension between Lacey and Lucius, even though their glances at each other never fully connected.
"Miss Weasley, can I interest you in another glass of wine at the bar while we wait for our food?" Draco asked as gentlemanly as he could and Ginny threw him a look that declared under normal circumstances this would never ever happen, but took his arm and vacated the table, allowing Lucius to slip into her space.
Suddenly Lacey felt very hot in her silk blouse and like the room was caving in on her. She swallowed back her fear the best she could and managed to look him in the eye for a brief moment as she took a sip of wine.
"You left."
"Yes, I did."
"I've never been left before," his voice was cold and just as she was afraid of, angry.
"You run into me with your son, who you are supposed to be having lunch with, and you want to argue with me about leaving you in the middle of the night?" Lacey asked, raising her eyebrows and leaning across the table, finishing in a more hushed voice, "it was just sex Lucius. Did you want me to stay and cuddle?"
"That, we will discuss later," he brushed off, "I want to know why Draco thinks we know each other better than just acquaintances."
"I am not answering that question right now. I refuse to do this here," Lacey said. As it was, people were starting to stare. Even though it was a muggle establishment, Lucius was a handsome man and brought many a stare from some of the groups of housewives having lunch; their argument was causing them to gossip loudly.
Truthfully, Lacey couldn't just sit and talk to the man with her best friend and his son watching. She stood up, threw her napkin on the table, and stormed off to the restroom.
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"Lacey, you have a visitor!" the sweet, elderly receptionist in the front of the Auror office buzzed to her, her voice magnifying slightly through the little speaker box on her desk-which, unsurprisingly, had been Arthur Weasley's idea.
For me? Lacey wondered to herself. Usually she was the one screening visitors for Ron. She glanced back at the red-head working diligently in his office, and when she turned back, the haughty expression of the younger Malfoy was staring at her.
"Haven't I seen enough of you today?" she sighed. Lunch had been an all-out disaster. Not only had Lacey sulked off embarrassingly like a child, but she had left her best friend in the lurch having an awkward drink with an old enemy, and needless to say none of the four ate much. When she had shown her face again, Lacey could barely talk to Ginny for fear of having no privacy, so they hurriedly picked at their pasta in silence and left. She was upset that she hadn't pressed Ginny for more information about Harry or Sirius, and she hadn't even told her best friend about what had happened with Lucius. Ginny had parted from her with an annoyed stare. It wasn't a good sign.
"Is there anywhere we can talk privately?" he asked, tapping his foot. Lacey nodded and stood up, hoping Ron hadn't noticed, but sure enough, he was barging out of his office and in Draco's face within seconds.
"What are you doing harassing my secretary Malfoy?" he asked, altogether more confrontationally than needed and Lacey had to step between them, which worked out as she was just as tall as both of them.
"I was up in my father's department, thought I'd pass along a message myself instead of relying on those idiotic little flying memos," Draco shrugged, pulling some paperwork out of his suit pocket and unfolding it, "Just some tedious matters. The Auror hiring process doesn't account for some small legal and international wizarding loopholes. I assure you Weasley, she can take it all down and brief you with it later."
Ron looked unconvinced but before returning to his office gave him a sharp look of disgust. Lacey took the paperwork, which turned out to have actual merit to it and led Draco to the small meeting room in between some offices. She closed and locked the door behind them.
"Besides these, what do you want…very clever by the way," she added, trying to steer the conversation in an opposite direction, but he wasn't budging, "What happened this afternoon?" Draco began.
"What happened was an awkward lunch ruined by you coming over and bringing your father. You saw me the second you walked in! You knew I snuck away from him in the middle of the night! Why cause problems?" she chastised him, but he didn't change his expression and instead, took a seat in one of the chairs surrounding the table in the room.
"I wanted to cause problems Lacey. I thought you'd at least be a bit smarter if you worked at the Ministry. I see I was mistaken…"
"You wanted to cause problems?" she repeated, surprised. She knew his relationship with his father was strained, but she hadn't expected a full-on public embarrassment.
"Well, you're his…mistress yeah? Is that what he calls it? Lover?" Draco's face looked more sour with each name, "and look…I don't care that he is unfaithful to my mother…she is to him, I know it, and it used to bother me more, but that is the way of our world…but I do care about who he chooses to spend time with."
"And what the hell is wrong with me?" Lacey asked, completely affronted.
"Not you!" he groaned, "Look…my father knows no boundaries. He stole my last girlfriend away from me, and I have my suspicions that my fiancée is…Merlin, I can't even bring myself to say it," he placed his clenched fist to his chin, contemplating, or calming himself-Lacey didn't know which. She had never seen him so emotional. Granted, she hadn't had as much interaction with him as Ron, Harry, or Hermione, but it had always been unpleasant. This, however, seemed to be a man that actually cared about something other than his slicked black blonde hair and pureblood reputation.
"Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe the women you choose are not that wonderful if they leave you for him?" Lacey sighed, "There's nothing really wrong with you, anymore at least it seems, and I will kill you if you ever so much as repeat that that came from me, but there isn't."
"Pansy loved me," came Draco's ragged voice. His eyes were deep and full of harbored anger, "And he took her away Lacey. Look…I haven't always been nice or even civil to you and your friends. Hell, I barely thought anything of you other than little Ginny's best friend. But the war changes people. It changed my mother, and my father, and myself. And I am willing to overlook the fact that you are annoying and grossly Amazonian, to come here and try to make a deal of sorts."
"A deal?" Lacey ignored his insult and asked with half curiosity, half dread. She was already embroiled with one deal with a Malfoy. Two would surely send her to the darkest realm of Hell when she died, if such a thing existed.
"I've tried to forget about Pansy. But Astoria, I really love her. I am marrying her in two short months and I need to know if she is being faithful. It is all well and good that my mother and father are fine with the rumors about them, but I will not follow suit. I want a respectable marriage," Draco said fiercely, his eyes were glinting like dark sapphires and Lacey knew better than to interrupt him, "If you could find out if he is having anything to do with her, I could pay you handsomely."
"Ha!" Lacey nearly snorted. She was already being paid more than a year's salary for a decent job at the Ministry by his mother, "You want me to spy for you? For money? You have got to be out of your mind…"
The way Draco stared back at her told her that he was deadly serious, "No. Just furious that my father tries to put on the act that we love each other, that we are friends, when he goes behind my back. I just want to know. And wouldn't you want to know Lacey? Make sure you are the only woman he is sleeping with?"
"Wait just a minute Malfoy, who even says I care? After all, you caught me sneaking away from his room! Who even says I have the intention of doing it again?" she bluffed, knowing full well that her deal with Narcissa would require it happening again, even if the woman hadn't planned it that way. Things had spiraled out of control so fast, it was hard for her to keep up.
"Your obvious jealousy when I mentioned it last night and the look on your face when my father joined your table at lunch today told me everything I needed to know," Draco said smugly, "You want him, just like so many others."
The last part of his statement was finished with a bitter sneer and Lacey flushed. He couldn't be right? Could he?
"I don't want him!" she protested, more to convince herself than Draco, her heart pounding against her chest at the realization that maybe she did, that she was so flustered she couldn't even talk to him in a bloody restaurant, and that the whole day at her desk she had been thinking of him.
"Fine, tell yourself whatever you want Lacey. But please do this for me. You can have anything you want," Draco offered. She stood still at his proposition, possibilities flicking through her mind that were all too unrealistic. After all, all she really wanted was to have never gone to Grimmauld that first day and never have talked to Narcissa. Then everything would be fine.
"How far would you be willing to go Draco, for me to find out?" Lacey steeled herself, making herself seem imposing so that he might believe she would want to do this.
"However far I need to. As I said, the wedding is in two months. It would have to happen quickly."
"I'd need to meet her," Lacey said and although Draco frowned, he nodded, "And, I know you have friends in high places. I also know you are a big fan of Quidditch. And you might have heard about that little scandal with the Harpies?"
"How could I have not. The whole world knows," he tried to hide a laugh.
"Well if I am going to do this, I want a try-out. With any team. Soon. I don't want to wait until they make their rounds in the fall. I want to play Quidditch again," Lacey said resolutely. This was not something Narcissa could give her, nor could all her money buy. She read often in the society pages of the Prophet that Draco socialized with the owners of some of the best professional Quidditch teams: a group of young and wealthy men like himself that had either bought or inherited the teams.
"I can't do that," Draco shook his head resolutely.
"Then fine. I guess you will have to share your wife," she shrugged, knowing she was being an awful bitch, but she didn't much care, "If that's all Draco, I'll be going, have a nice day."
It took him longer to break than expected-the entire time frame of her gathering up the paperwork and walking towards the door-before he snapped.
"Wait, fine, okay yes, I will get you an early try-out," he conceded and she whipped around with a smile on her face.
"Since you made me wait so long, Ginny gets one as well," she beamed and he looked positively ready to Crucio something, but finally nodded, "Perfect, we will keep in touch then."
As she walked out the door she found it more than ironic that two of the most powerful Slytherins and former dark wizards had sought her out to make deals with her, the half-blood Gryffindor, in less than a months' time.
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After the rest of the afternoon at the Ministry and a short, but grueling night stocking shelves at Fred and George's shop, Lacey walked the short distance home alone. When she opened her apartment with a quick swish of her wand and turned on the lights with another, she found the owl that by all intents and purposes had become hers since she moved in that lived somewhere on the roof of the building, picking idly at a tin of open biscuits on her tiny kitchen table. Besides the owl was a prettily wrapped bouquet of about thirty poppy flowers. Lacey moved instinctively to get a vase and water for them, and when they were set right, she realized she left her small bedroom window open to get some fresh air in the apartment and the owl must have flown straight in.
With hesitation, she picked up the small card that was sealed with blood red wax pressed with the Malfoy family crest and tore it open.
Nightcap?
It was the only word on the heavy parchment in Lucius' tell-tale scrawl and Lacey looked from the poppies to the note and back again. When she thought about her day, she wasn't surprised he was eager to talk and find out about Malfoy, and she was rather interested to glean any information about Astoria.
Despite wanting to apparate to the gates of his Wiltshire manor in her garish Weasley's Wizard Wheezes jumper just to annoy him, she changed into an empire-waisted red dress with long sleeves and a scoop neck. It fell just above her knee and was comfortable, soft cotton. She slipped on some low black heels, ran a hand through her hopeless hair, closed the window, set the wards, and with a pop she was gone.
She had never gone to Malfoy manor alone before, and so she had apparated at the gate, the wards letting her through with a slight shudder of magic. Lacey had always found magic so fascinating in the way it could obey certain people and certain orders, and by the lights on throughout the manor, especially in Lucius' wing of the house, it was clear she was expected.
It was a long, brisk walk, with perfectly trimmed hedges on either side of her to guide the way, and soon she was in the grand entrance hall of the manor with a female house elf scurrying around her.
"Yous is Miss Delaney! Master is wanting to see you. Master is in his study and Mipsy will take you to him!" she exclaimed with a squeak and a definite wary look. Lacey knew why. This was Narcissa's personal and favored house elf, and there was obviously a strong bond there in some way because as they walked, Mipsy kept giving her suspicious looks up until they reached his study.
"There you go," the elf said, dissaparating, and Lacey knocked tentatively. She heard no sound and made to turn the handle but nearly stumbled when the door opened, Lucius Malfoy standing behind it.
"You thought I would make you open the door for yourself? How little do you think of me?" his signature smirk was curling up his face and she couldn't help but blush as he gestured for her to come into the room and she obeyed. He was walking past her again a second later, moving towards the wet bar in one corner of the beautiful, dark, and expensive looking study. He was dressed more casually than she had seen him, in only a well-tailored white shirt with the cuffs rolled up and black dress pants. The top button of his shirt was undone and his hair was loose around his shoulders. She heard him pour something and the tumbler of decadently expensive brandy was in her hand a moment later, his fingers lingering as they brushed against hers.
"Did it take you a while to get my note, or were you simply making me wait?" he asked, his voice icy, as he sat down in a gorgeous and perfectly warn leather chair by the crackling fire. Lacey took the chair opposite him and looked at one of the ornate clocks in the room. It was half past midnight.
"I worked late at the shop. I came a few minutes after I got it. Trust me, I know better than to keep a Malfoy waiting," she rolled her eyes, which he didn't appear to like, but kept silent, "Thanks for the poppies by the way. How did you know they were my favorite flower?"
He smiled, "Caught a glimpse of some nearly dead ones in your box of an apartment the other night. Figured I would press my luck and at least give you fresh ones. Rather interesting choice of flower to be your favorite, though."
"And why do you think that?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink to calm the nerves that seemed to be growing worse anytime she was in his presence.
"Blood red color, symbol of eternal sleep and death…a little morbid and not something I would associate with you."
"They are beautiful, and they only bloom for a few hours once you cut them, you know, so they will be dead by the time I return home. But I like that they are so exquisite and then they fade. A metaphor for life really," she mused.
"Or love?" he asked, with curiosity in his voice.
"Or love," she nodded, turning her eyes towards the fire to avoid his probing stare.
"Is that how you feel about love Lacey? That nothing lasts forever?" he pried. She whipped her head back towards him and gave him a harsh glare.
"That is a very personal question Mr. Malfoy," she replied coldly.
"And I see we have reverted to the use of my surname. I do apologize Lacey, I was only wondering if you were hurt often in the past."
"That is none of your business."
"Oh, but it most certainly is. You are my business," he said and the look associated with his words caught Lacey off guard. It was so possessive and she realized she hadn't taken a breath in a long time. She finished off her glass and desperately tried to think of a way to change the subject but her lack of words worked against her.
"What does Draco know?" his voice was surprisingly not accusing.
"I ran into him in the hallway when I was…"
"Stealing away in the middle of the night?" he finished for her and her blush confirmed so, "I am very displeased at that Lacey. Not one word of goodbye and leaving your panties in my hand…naughty girl."
The way his voice lowered and his infuriating smirk once again graced his face, along with his favorite descriptor of her, caused an unwanted but not unpleasant reaction in Lacey. All of her exposed skin flushed a delicate, feminine light pink and she crossed her legs just for the split second of friction it gave her in just the right place. With just a look and some words, the man had her starting to ache between her thighs. She mused how it was beyond unfair, trying to remind herself that she hated him…or was supposed to. That he was a cheater, and could very well be sleeping with his son's fiancée.
"It was just sex, Lucius, as I said before. Nothing more. Why stay for the awkward morning after?" she feigned nonchalance about the whole situation, but merely to buy herself time.
"It's not just sex, Lacey, not to me," his look was piercing, and she wondered if he was telling the truth or trying to play her as well.
"That is unfortunate for you," she sighed and got up from the chair, walking over to the wet bar to refill her drink. She knew it was risky turning her back towards him but it gave her a moment to breathe, collect herself, and busy her hands.
"Don't tell me you don't feel it Lacey," his voice was suddenly right in her ear, his hands on her waist. She hadn't even heard him approach her. Damn snake, she cursed to herself.
"Feel what?" she asked, not wanting to state the obvious, which was the rather prominent bulge pressing into her lower back. She kept her eyes down on her drink, watching the amber liquid slightly vibrate in the glass as her heartbeat resounded in her hands.
"What is happening between us," he replied before kissing up her neck lightly. She tried her best not to melt into his touch, standing rigid underneath his careful and skilled ministrations. She could tell he was implying more than just the physical attraction, but didn't want to think about that.
"There is nothing going on between us…" she protested, but the breathiness of her voice gave her body's reaction away, "We've only fucked once. You took me to dinner twice…it's, it's hardly anything…"
Lucius gently caressed her hips and then moved one hand further down her body, against her thigh until he reached the hem of her short dress and dove under it, wasting no time in pressing his fingers against her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her and the dampness there.
"Oh how wrong you are," he told her and she set her glass down, reaching down to take his hand away from her center and turning around with both hands on his chest. He grabbed the back of her neck and their lips met furiously. There was anger in their bruising kisses. Denial from her, passion from him, and a mutual need as she pushed him back and down into his armchair, crawling onto his lap and straddling him, her knees wedged between his thighs and the leather arms of the chair. She ground herself against him, the only thing between them his pants and her thin panties.
Once again Lacey fought for control and he let her for a few moments, mostly because he enjoyed the mischievous glint in her eye when she pulled away from his kiss and started unbuttoning his shirt. But Lucius told himself that he was really always in control because he was letting her take the lead, and it pacified him enough to let the witch on his lap tease him for a moment before he grabbed at the fabric on the sides of her dress, forcing her arms up, and pulling the garment up and over her head swiftly, meeting her lips once again and pulling the curtain of brown hair away from her face, holding it at the nape of her neck and making sure she couldn't go anywhere.
When he was certain Lacey was not going to move, save some rolling of her hips back and forth to grind herself on his erection, he took a moment to inspect her, running his hand lightly over the curves of her breasts and dipping his fingers into the light pink lace of her demi-bra to feel her hardened nipples. He enjoyed her moans and how responsive she was when his fingers ran down her stomach and pulled her panties to the side so that he could press them inside her.
"Oh!" she gasped, expecting it, but not ready for how much she liked it. He simultaneously pulled on her hair and kissed her cleavage as he roughly finger-fucked her, "Stop fucking torturing me Lucius!"
"Oh I love the way you say my name," he murmured, kissing up to her collarbone and then sucking greedily on her neck, "And not until you ask me nicely…"
"Please!" she begged, his two fingers felt so good curling inside of her, but they weren't nearly enough.
"Please what?" he asked, a smile on his face as he pulled his lips away from her neck, staring proudly at the lovebite forming there. He withdrew his fingers from her wet sex and quickly unbuttoned himself. With a hand on her hip guiding her, he pushed her up more on her knees so she hovered above his lap as he pulled out his raging hard erection, keeping it just out of her reach.
"You bastard! Just fuck me!" Lacey glared at him, nearly going mad with desire. Her whole mind was fighting against her body and losing miserably. Although Lucius' cock twitched at the words, he was slow to reply. He reached his hands behind her back and undid her bra without much effort, quickly discarding it so that he could knead the pale, perfectly round orbs as he watched lust cloud her eyes.
"That is not very lady-like of you Lacey," he laughed darkly, reaching both of his hands up to her face, one to trace the cupid's bow of her lip, a place he found most enchanting on her, and the other to stroke her cheek, "ask nicely now darling."
"Please Lucius, please?" Lacey whimpered, nearly begging. She hated herself for begging, but she was so far gone as she whispered the words against his finger. He withdrew it and she lunged forward to kiss him as he bucked his hips up and she pushed hers down at the same time, their two bodies connecting in a fitful dance.
Both of them registered pain: Lacey's fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clutched onto him and his strong hands holding her hips as he thrust up into her so hard that they were bruising; but it didn't matter at all. Their lips never parted and they moaned into each other's mouths; the only other sound was their skin meeting. She knew she was soaking the front of his very expensive trousers and he knew his hands were ripping her delicate lace panties, but neither cared. They were consumed by each other.
He came seconds before her, and the rush of heat into her pushed Lacey over the edge. She finally parted from him and threw her head back, sharply crying out once in pleasure before collapsing onto him in a curled up heap.
As she rested against his chest, her head on his shoulder, Lucius reached up and ran a hand over her tangled mess of hair, looking blankly around his study, his chest heaving. He didn't want to move, and was momentarily blown away by the intensity of their coupling. With some wordless magic, he accio-ed his wand to him and performed a quick cleansing charm.
With a little mewl he found most adorable, but would never admit it, Lacey extracted herself from him, moaning slightly when he slipped out of her body and she shakily climbed off his lap. Her skin blushed again when she was standing naked before him and she didn't miss the appreciative look he gave her when his eyes roamed over her body as she reached for her dress and slipped it on, forgoing her ruined underwear. He eyed her tiny nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her dress and as she pushed some of her chestnut hair behind one ear, she gave him a small smile.
"Stay."
"I can't" she said with finality. He tucked himself back into his pants, buttoned them and stood up, "Besides, there is no need Lucius. It was only sex."
"It wasn't" his voice wasn't as gentle this time and she had to turn her head to the side. She wasn't a very good liar.
"It was," she ended the conversation, taking a step forward to kiss him on the cheek before turning on her heel and leaving.
~o0o~
Narcissa and Lacey had just missed each other. Moments after Lacey had dissaparated from the grounds, Narcissa apparated to the front double doors, having come straight from Remus' arms. Most of the lights were on in the large manor, even though it was after two in the morning, and it made Narcissa feel a bit guilty.
"Mistress?" Mipsy looked up at Narcissa with her large, bulging eyes and quickly took her fur coat.
"Mipsy, some tea in my chambers would be nice before bed," Narcissa instructed the elf, both tired from the night, and yet awake at the same time. She knew it would be a while before sleep found her.
Yet instead of promptly going off to do her job, Mipsy lingered, and then started to hit her head against the ground, getting on her knees to do so.
"Mipsy is bad elf. Mipsy is so bad!"
"What on earth are you doing? Stop it!" Narcissa commanded, annoyed. Mipsy stopped, but her forehead was bloodied from the way she was pounding it into the marble floor.
"Mipsy is betraying Master, but I am Mistresses elf and…" the little thing was wringing her hands together nervously.
"Tell me Mipsy, what is going on?"
"Master had a girl in his study. A girl who is not Mistress," Mipsy said, completely horrified both at herself and the information. Narcissa knew exactly who that girl was, and the unpleasant lurch in her stomach confused her. Mipsy had never come to her like that before and she knew Lucius had had dozens of lovers. His brazenness to obviously flaunt her around in front of the house elves was something new.
~o0o~
Lacey was in a daze as she started up the long flight of stairs to her apartment. Her body was thrilled and sated, but she felt guilty for wanting to see him again already. It was a harder and harder part to play.
"Lacey?"
The familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she saw Fred Weasley sitting on the landing of the staircase, right by her front door.
"Sorry I didn't bring flowers, like whoever's these are, but can we talk?" he asked, pointing to the new bouquet of poppies on her porch, matching the ones inside.
A/N: I hope all of you liked this! I would love some reviews for this! What do you think of Draco's offer? Do you think Lucius has fallen for Lacey, or is he acting? What will Narcissa and Fred do? I always love your theories!
