Waiting | Lucius Malfoy

Chapter Fifteen | Taking Chances

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This chapter requires a trigger warning for SA. It involves kissing and groping without consent - no oral or penetration is included. The next chapter will reference the aftermath of this interaction, but if you feel uncomfortable, please feel free to skip. 

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Dan was a 33-year-old barman turned manager, who had worked at the Malfoy Matriarch for the past ten years. He was originally from London but had relocated to Lisbon after a particularly messy breakup with his ex. He was tall, traditionally handsome and seemed to be confident in his boyish good looks. He hated tequila, loved gin and wasn't very fond of the girls he'd met so far in Portugal. Guinevere had learned all this in an hour of conversation, which consisted of back and forth questioning from both of them.

He moved from the bar to sit beside her, pulling out the barstool and huddling close to her side, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

"I'm off the clock, so thought I was better coming round this side," he laughed, the sides of his eyes crinkling slightly. "So, tell me more about you and your ex. How did that end?"

"We were just completely wrong for each other. I tried for a while and then one day I just stopped trying."

"Surely there was something that kept you with him for so long," he replied, before taking his first shot of the night.

"Well, the sex was good," She clinked her glass against his and threw her head back as she drank from it. Her vision was going slightly blurry and she was laughing hollowly at everything that Dan said.

He leaned in close and whispered, "But, it wasn't enough?" She could feel his breath hot against her ear, as he placed a gentle kiss against her throat. Guinevere tried everything she could to bring herself back to reality, but she found herself caught up in the moment. Turning her head, she met his eyes and captured his lips against hers.

Pulling her onto his lap, he deepened the kiss, swiping his tongue across her bottom lip. He moved his hips slightly, in turn, thrusting against her and at that moment, there was no one else in the bar. They were alone and this was exactly what she needed. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he broke away and began kissing down her neck. She opened her eyes, expecting to see steel grey eyes looking up at her, but instead, she was met by dull brown. She stopped, stumbling backwards and clambering off of his lap. Guinevere felt dirty.

"Not over the ex?" he asked as he caught his breath.

"Something like that," She slurred, grabbing her clutch and standing, slightly less gracefully than she had intended. She pulled her dress down, making sure she was decent.

"Look, I shouldn't have pushed you," he muttered.

"No, it's my fault honestly. I was the one that came onto you. I just-" She clutched her chest. "I think I need to leave."

He came bounding up behind her, linking her arm under his. "I'll walk you back to your room. It's the least I can do."

As they reached the lifts, Guinevere felt a wave of nausea take over. She could barely keep her cool as the doors began to shut.

"Hold!" A voice shouted, and Guinevere's head shot up, as she heard a clatter of metal. As if this night couldn't get any worse. Lucius' cane was holding the doors open as he entered, with a beautiful blonde glued to his side. "Floor six, please." He motioned to Dan to press the button without giving him a second glance.

"Same as us," Dan nudged her shoulder and she stayed completely still, with her eyes facing firmly ahead. Lucius cleared his throat harshly and the sudden noise caused her to drop her clutch. She quickly dropped to her knees, closing one eye in an attempt to pick up her bag and stand back up. She looked up to find his eyes staring back at her, as he crouched down and shoved the clutch into her hands.