❝What is that song you
sing for the dead?❞
Born a sinner, Lucien Aliester King can talk to the dead. With the reappearance of Death Eaters and the approaching start of another wizarding war, Lucien is torn between venturing i...
7| CHAPTER SEVEN standing in your cardigan kissing in my car again
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LUCIEN STARTED GOING TO THE LIBRARY, A LOT. HE NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIS ARM and he needed to do it fast. He found a few potions to take the pain away, they weren't much help. Since they were advanced and he was brewing them for the first time, they didn't do a very good job easing the pain. They worked, just not enough.
Draco had noticed his visits to the library, offering to keep him company but Lucien had declined. The blonde one would appear in the library now and then, saying he came to study. He would hang around Lucien, but he never really bothered him. He never tried to see what the King boy was reading, if he did he would realize they weren't related to the lectures. Lucien was glad.
He spent a few days trying to find what was causing his reaction to the Dark Mark. As expected, there was nothing in the library that he could use. At least not in the books they were allowed to read, they were nothing of help.
He needed to find other books, the ones Dumbledore probably wouldn't want Lucien to read. He had to enter the Restricted Section. Sneaking into it would do more bad than good, if he were to get caught his mark probably would've been revealed. This was a risk he was willing to take, or rather one he had to take.
"I miss sunshine," Draco groaned as Lucien's book flipped close. He looked up to see Draco glaring at him; wand in his hand, declaring he was the culprit.
Madam Pince rushed over to sush them, a stern look on her face as she held Draco's gaze. It was a meaningless act. The library was almost empty; Lucien spotted Lavender Brown, the girl was furiously taking notes, and Tamsin Applebee boredly skimming a book. Other than that, it was only them.
"I was reading, you know," he rolled his eyes at Draco when Pince walked away. Spending a depressing Sunday busy in the library wasn't fun; but between dealing with his arm and the O.W.L.s coming up, he would have to bear.
"Not anymore, King," Draco said as he stood up. He was wearing a white shirt that fit him almost too well and a black cardigan that made him look a little older than he actually was. Lucien knew a lot of girls in their year found Draco attractive but were too scared to talk to him. If those girls had seen him now, they would probably fall for him even more. He looked handsome.
His hair a little messy ( playing with his hair while he studied had always been a habit of Draco ), strays of platinum hair fell over his left eye. Tired silver eyes complimented his sharp features, his lips a thin line as he looked at Lucien. "Stop staring and follow me."
