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...
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They both woke up sometime in the mid-afternoon, their limbs still entwined and their hands clasping tight to the others. When Aria opened her tired eyes slowly, she saw two grey orbs staring back at her. Lucius' face was so close to hers and he had dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept at all.
Truth be told he really hadn't slept much and for the past hour or so he had just been awake thinking about nothing but Aria as he studied her gorgeous face as she slept. He couldn't fathom closing his eyes and missing any moment he had left with her. His heart broke all over again when her green eyes finally awakened and instantly began watering again as silent tears fell down her streaked face.
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"Don't cry my love," he huskily whispered as he reached his hand across to her face and wiped away her falling tears. He swallowed hard, trying desperately himself not to cry as well.
"How can I not? I can't live without you and they are going to take you away from me..." she wept as more tears fell down from her bright eyes. "It isn't fair Lucius. We have had so little time together. I need more time."
"I know my love," he said, as his eyes closed tightly shut against the agony of her statement.
"What will they do? Where will you go?" she said as more tears and sobs began making her breathing fast and shallow.
"They will come for me. Here..." he said darkly. "Once Narcissa and Draco hand over their testimony of what happened, they will come here to arrest me...I will be sent off to the Ministry prison first for holding, while I await trial...and then after that..." he stopped cold as his brain went numb from what he knew would happen to him after the trial. "Azkaban."
"Azkaban," Aria repeated the horrible word. She knew that place, as it was quite an infamous prison of the Wizarding World. Her body shuddered in agony for her soul mate. He didn't deserve any of this; everything he had done was to protect and avenge her. She felt a huge amount of guilt. "It's all my fault Lucius," she sobbed.
"No! Never think that! The only thing you need to know is that I will be going away to Azkaban with my head held high and that after all of this time, I finally learned how to love. And you taught me that."
He wiped her eyes again and then drew her in close to his body so that she was completely encased in his strong, loving arms. Her face was buried in his muscular chest and all she could do was breath in his scent and cry tears onto his skin, which almost burned him as he could practically feel the raw emotion and distress as it poured out of her. The power that they had felt and possessed from the night before during their love making and during the fight with Draco and Narcissa, was now gone, and now all the two of them could feel was depressive sadness.
