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

Chapter 11: Klavier

Day 5:
Cause you just want it so much
A touch
From your real love
It's like heaven taking the place of something evil

Lucius yawned his way out of the bathroom, shuffling his way back to the bedroom. It was an early chill morning, rain battering against the windowpanes and wind gusting at the walls of the empty castle. Veronika seemed to be asleep, lying on her side with her back towards the doors and therefore to him, her breathing was slow and regular, slik bedcovers moving slightly with her breathing movement. He shuffled his way across to the bed, slipping carefully beneath the covers, Lucius looked at the back of her head, brown hair glowing in the stealing sunlights from the window. He could hear her breathing over the storm outside, Germany was pretty famous for its changing weather so it was not a big surprise to see a storm in the early summer. The man felt a little sad, inexcusably, he wanted to talk, to hear her ridiculous jokes beneath the covers, he wanted to see her grin at him, that true laugh that sent unexplainable feelings to him. He wanted to feel her small hands upon his, to feel her palm warm and real against his, to have her respond when he kissed her, to hold her close in loving close snuggles. When he kissed Veronika for the first time, he knew the day of his death. Or at least the spiritual one, because there was no way he could come back to his life in the states... His marriage, the ministry, the Manor... without feeling empty inside. He was familiar with sex. He would say he was even good at it... at least his wife didn't complained. But everything he had experienced was nothing in comparison to what Veronika and he did before, sometimes it was clumsy, at some moments even awkward. And yet in every touch, in every kiss, they were forging a connection, a bond, something that would link them for the rest of their life. Would he tell these things to her, afterward? Probably not. If there was a chance that the german girl would grow and find her happiness, he was not the kind of man that wanted her ruined for good mentally of course, not even for a scratch of the joy he would have to say those things to her. No. He would give her the best time of her life, and then he would leave. He already knew he would regret it for the rest of his life, but it was already too late for him. Tears felt in his eye and Lucius did not even think of stopping them. When Veronika was going to wake up, he would come back to his usual self. Maybe even go for a walk, but in the quiet time, the wizard recognized his sacrifice of peace for a chance of love. And he knew he was going to be forever glad he did it. He felt a little overwhelmed by an emotion he'd certainly felt whilst with her but never truly expressed in words, merely through gestures, kisses and notes exchanged; the emotion he felt was undoubtedly love.
He eased his hand away without ever touching Veronika, yet still, he could not resist light patterns against her bare back, fingers moving across the freckled skin, a simple message with a weight of meaning behind it. The words traced were, I love you, over and over again, it made his heart ache knowing the clear ending of this... This, relationship? He didn't even know what to call it, he didn't even know if she loved him back. Why would she anyway? He was like she said before an old arrogant bastard, on the other hand Veronika was young, pretty and way wealthier than him both in the magical and muggle world. Why would she love him? He was probably a fun time to her, sex and pleasure to pass her summer with, instead of hooking up with strange people, thoughts took over him and he felt dizzy. He sighed and drove his hand away despite the fact he knew it was a monumental gesture on his part, it was futile whilst she was still asleep herself was not awake to know of it. He turned onto his back and stared up at the angel painted on the ceiling and he could swear it looked like Veronika. Beside him, he felt the bed move and dip beneath a sudden transfer of weight, it seemed as though the girl was not asleep at all and that completely startled him, because he wasn't using oculmency. He felt her arm sliding across his abdomen and her head settling against his shoulder, briefly he felt the faint caress of her lips ghosting against his skin, leaving behind a trace of warmth that spread its way through his body.

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Lucius opened the door of the royal living room, kind of burglar played music especially something that sounded almost classic. He thought that Veronika or an Elf put on a CD but a sudden thought rendered him momentarily silent, the music he heard to real, to organic to be coming from a stereo. Instead it sounded from a real instrument, probably the old brown piano. Lucius blinked in suprise, Veronika sat at the grand classy piano, looking whilst perched before the impressive instrument and smiled with a fond of nostalgia that was not truly his own. This piano that was now in the living room had once took pride in her mother's house, he remembered Elizabeth teaching her daughter the four years old Veronika, small legs swinging and feet barely hitting the floor to play on it. He smiled at the images those assumption brought to mind, his smile was tempered with sadness, because he knew how much she missed her mother since she died.

"What's the smile for?" She asked as she shot him a smile of her own.

"Memories"

"Bad memories, your smile wasn't usual, I can know"

Lucius didn't reply instead he stood and sighed, walking to sit next to her, closing the distance between them. "You play very good" Lucius said after some minutes of silence.

"Oh, no I don't"

"No, you do. Play for me again"

"I can't... You will laugh"

"Did I look like I was laughing just now?" He pointed out, uncertain as to whether he should feel affronted by the accusation or merely disappointed. "Your mother was a very skilled pianist"

"You knew her?"

"I did," Lucius admited "Now play me another piece"