When American witch, Aria De La Cour, begins her new job at the Ministry of Magic in England, her mentor is none other than dashing and seductive ex-dark wizard, Lucius Malfoy. The connection and bond that they form transcends even the most powerful...
Lucius sat on the floor by Aria's bedside until the early morning dawn shown through her window. Lucius glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside and saw that it was 5 o'clock in the morning. His back ached with the pain of sitting on the floor all night and his eyes were bloodshot and strained from keeping them open all night. He didn't know why he felt so protective of this young woman, but he knew after what he witnessed happening to her last night, that he never wanted to let her out of his sight again. The pain it caused him to see such a beautiful person inside and out, suffer at the hands of such a monster made his blood begin to boil again.
Only a few years before, Malfoy himself would have considered himself a monster. Taking whatever he wanted by force; stopping for no one on his path to glory despite their emotions or pain. But in the years that followed the War, his path to righteousness strayed to a different course. Now he just wanted peace. He wanted to do what made him content, and cared little for anyone else. He had spent too much time in his past being a minion of someone else. No more. But he also found himself caring about this blond-headed beauty beside him on the bed. It was all so fast and confusing. He looked behind him at the woman on the bed. She had slept peacefully throughout the night, but he realized she might have still been unconscious for most of it.
Before she could wake, he would leave. He didn't want to frighten her even more. He didn't even know if she would remember him being there upon her waking. With one final glance back, Lucius made his way quietly out of her apartment, finally noticing for the first time her room and apartment. It was simply elegant, just like her, with lots of white accents. He truly was in the presence of an angel, he smirked to himself. Again, that stark contrast between his darkness and her lightness, stood out to him; and all the more intrigued and excited him.
Aria woke at around 9 o'clock in the morning. Her body ached and her head spun with dizziness. She felt like she had the worst hangover in the world, even though she didn't overly drink last night. Instantly her body started shaking with the remembrance of what happened. Her hand instantly came up to her face, expecting to wince at the feeling of a welt, but realized that it was gone. She shakily got up from her bed, realizing she was still in her clothes from yesterday. She stripped them off and went into the bathroom to observe herself in the mirror. Her blond hair was disheveled, and her makeup was smeared. The welt had completely gone, and there was only the faintest hint of bruising on her neck. As more memories from the night before flooded back into her mind, a few tears fell down her face. Partly from the trauma of being sexually assaulted, but also relief that Paulo didn't get as far as he could have with her body.
With that relief came also came the immediate feeling of immense gratitude. Gratitude for her savior, her knight in shining armor. Lucius. He had saved her. She had no idea how he knew of her distress in that moment, but all she remembered was one moment she was having the life choked out of her and her body groped, and the next she had been wrapped up in a pair of comforting, strong arms and the most beautiful scent had engulfed her being. The scent had calmed her down immensely. It was the crisp scent of spearmint and heady, musky scent of masculinity. It was the scent of him; of Lucius. Then all she remembered was waking up that morning, not knowing how she got into her apartment.
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