Breaking The Mould (Lucius Malfoy)

Letters and Lust

Celeste gathered her things quickly, holding back a sea of tears that welled in her eyes. Draco and Celeste had been friends since their first meeting, and they had hardly ever fought about anything, and when they did, they made up within the hour. This was different, Celeste had seen a rage explode in Draco that had been buried deep within him. Celeste took his threat of hexing her seriously, honestly, the way he seemed, she did not doubt he would do it.

She opened the door gently and peered out, she smelt a wonderful dinner cooking as a scent of salt, thyme, meat and wine wafted up from the kitchen. Celeste imagined it was Narcissa and some of the elves, cannot imagining Lucius even trying to cook. Her eyes were drawn to a distant light of Lucius' study, she smiled to herself, at least she wouldn't run into him when she was leaving. Celeste recalled the moment they had shared in the library when he joked about hoping she didn't want to break out of his house, it seemed to have come true. She sucked in a breath, her heart aching a little as she thought over him. Lucius Malfoy. A cold, stern, beautiful man, who seemed to be the opposite of her in every sense, but the man she felt most connected to. His keen interest in her at the very start of meeting confused her, why me? The way he asked her how she saw herself, giving a flirtatious answer, but also making sure she knew he thought that she was beautiful. Why? Then his reaction to her scar, telling her he does not view her as lesser or broken having seen it. Celeste took in a breath, whipping out her wand to create a piece of parchment and some ink.

Lucius.

Thank you for being a gracious host, I have enjoyed my time with you, however, Draco wants me to leave; and I must respect that.

I am continually plagued on the question why on earth you have taken interest in me, and I plead you, if it is just to tease me, please resist from continuing.

I do not know if Draco will forgive me for my ignorance of not noticing his affections, so if I am never invited over again, I would like to stress your house is wonderful.

Celeste.

She quickly slipped the letter under his bedroom door, and slinked quietly down the stairs. With her bag over her shoulder, looking up at the staircase to make sure no one was following her, she made a quick lurch to the fireplace in one of the largest areas of the house. Before she could leave she took one last look at the huge painting that hung on the wall. Each of them, so cold and stern, only a flutter of affection seen from Darco and his mother, as Narcissa clasped his wrist weakly. "Celeste?"

"Narcissa", she jumped around at the sweet, soft voice.

"You are leaving?" she commented, seeing the bag slung over Celeste's shoulder. Narcisssa frowned and was a little hurt.

"Yes, I am so sorry, it seems Draco is upset with me".

"Upset? What ever do you mean?" Narcissa took a step toward her, she was not angry at Celeste, nor Draco, she genuinely was concerned about what had occurred between the two.

"Draco kissed me", Celeste admitted, Narcissa took in a breath.

"And you do not feel the same way?"

"It is not that" Celeste defended, it wasn't a lie. "Honestly, I do not know how to react. I didn't want to lead him on, and I was shocked, so I stopped it. Draco got angry, called me a whore, and told me if I didn't leave by morning he would hex me", Narcissa swallowed a lump.

"I'm so sorry Celeste, he had no right to say such things", Narcissa placed a hand on Celeste' arm lovingly. Actually, he kind of did. I have had Lucius' cock shoved down my throat twice now, and his fingers and mouth around my clit. Even though Draco did not know that, I do feel like a whore.