I'm A Slave For You (Lucius Malfoy X Ofc)

Chapter 2: Mittagessen

Day1:
Love everything you do
When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do

The Elf informed Veronika that Lunch was ready, she walked  downstairs to the dining room in the other part of the castle that they used only when they have guests. It was elegant with artsy wallpaper of hand-painted sea and victorian bay window that let a refreshing flow of air come in, enlivening the senses and relaxing the breath. Her father was chairing the table, while Lucius sat in the right seat, the opposite of Narcissa and Draco, letting an empty seat next to him. Veronika thanked Lucius for pulling the chair for her, then at the speed of light, an entire feast showed up upon the table. Veronika resumed silent, while her father was talking about his mighty books collection and the girl could count how many times she heard this speech. Accidentally, the fork fell from her hand, she couldn't reach to pick it up so she had to slid out of her chair to the floor, specifically under the table where she met with Lucius's crotch. He leaned back a bit and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Is everything okay, dear?"

"Yes, I'm just looking for..." She couldn't continue her sentence as her head hit the angle of the table which caused her to grab on his thigh to not fall back.

"Mein Gott... I'm so sorry Mr. Malfoy" she apologized, a blush seared through her cheeks, feeling awkward, demure, and coy; even going as far as attempting to hide her rosy features behind her slim fingers. She knew that every single pairs of eyes were looking at her, waiting for a response.

"I dropped the fork on the ground" she said, voice almost wobbling, which made the three of them laugh seeing how embarrassed she was.

I wonder what is like to have those bold thighs pounding against my asschee– No, that's wrong, I should not think about that, I should not think about that.

"Do you guess about being a writer in the future Ms. Von Schirach?" Lucius asked, taking a sip from the glass of wine.

"Not really"

"Unfortunately, because as I see you have a great imagination" he added, not breaking the eye contact.

Hot, freaking hot

Veronika only smiled, she didn't understand what he meant but she was to busy admiring the way the left side of his faint pink lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god like face.
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The grass on her soles is soft on soft, warm on warm, a gentle tickle as each giving wand forms a cushion of green. Each strand moves in the summer breeze as easily as her hair, the waves and rustling as alive as her steady breaths. Veronika noticed Draco walking towards her with a wine bottle in his hand.

"I brought this specially for you, from England" he said, lying down next to her. Through the glass was doubtless a vibrant strong green, and the wine the deepest of reds, the bottle became the hue of a welcoming deep brown.

"Thank you, sweetie" she added, before drawing closer planting a kiss on his cheek, he felt the warmth spread through his limbs and his mind felt a pleasant buzz.

"No problem"

Veronika snapped her fingers and two glasses appeared, she opened the bottle, analyzing the smell, she closed her eyes, it was very rich and soft. Draco watched her face as she drank, contorted as if the  expectation she might gain enjoyment from it was an imposition too far.

"Utterly, tasty. I love it" she smiled, pouring another glass. "I'm thinking about taking Tim, my Dobermann to a walk, do you want to go with us?"

"Okay,"

"But, before we go you should change your shoes. Unless you want a snake to bite your feet, also grab your wand, I'll be waiting for you" she added, the boy nodded before walking away.

She strolled around, admiring the sunny weather, she knelt down to cup a tulip in her hand, fingers stroking over the stiff petals.

"You know what they say about flowers" Lucius said in his smoky voice which made the young girl stood up.

"What do they say?"

"Desire, joie de vivre, youth and energy" he plucked a flower and settled it upon Veronika’s dark black hair. His eyes were the blue of every dancing sky, infinite hues illuminated by newborn light and she lost herself in.

He is so damn handsome, I swear his face must have been chiseled by Michelangelo himself.

"You are so young," Lucius muttered, searching her youthful features with a furrowing brow, stroking his thumb down over her chin and she melted at the warm touch. "You know I can rea–" his words were interrupted by Draco calling Veronika and telling her, he was ready. She politely said goodbye and left with the boy.