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 and Aria arrived back at Malfoy Manor a bit more worse for wear from when they had left earlier that evening. As they landed in the grand foyer of the Manor, Lucius wrapped Aria up in his arms and kissed the top of her head.
"Can you ever forgive me my love?" He said huskily as he laid his cheek on the top of her head as he held her close; too afraid to look her in the eye.
"Forgive you for what?" She said as she wrapped her arms tight around him.
"I wasn't with you...I left you open to that vile woman's attack..." he said as he slowly backed away from Aria in shame. He remained silent for a few minutes as he began pacing a bit. "FUCK!" He screamed out into the cavernous foyer in a sudden burst of anger and frustration, causing a booming echo to be heard around the Manor. "I knew this would happen...and I let it!"
"I handled her!" Aria replied as she stepped forwards towards Lucius to try and hold him close to her again. "And now it is over! She is off to Azkaban for her crimes."
"She tried to kill you!" Lucius said as he ran his fingers through his hair desperately.
"And you!" Aria retorted back. The truth was, Narcissa was out for blood...from both of them and they had both saved each other this night. She finally grabbed him by his hands again and squeezed them in reassurance. "Now it is finally over and done with. For good! We are truly free!"
Lucius closed his eyes, half in terror of what the night had held for them and half in relief. Aria was right; they really were truly free from everyone that had tried to tear them apart. He brought their conjoined hands up to his lips and kissed Aria's hands. They were so warm, almost to the point of being too hot to the touch. "Your hands...." He said looking down at them in curiosity. "They are burning." He looked closely at her hands in his in that moment and he could have sworn he saw little red sparks still emanating from her skin from where she had wielded her fire.
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"I felt so much power tonight...the power of the wandless magic you taught me. And when I thought she was going to use the Killing Curse on me...and then, more horribly, you, I felt a magical prowess in me I have never felt when casting a wandless spell before....I can still feel it in me....like electricity," she said as she shuddered and looked up at Lucius with a hooded gaze. The magic she had wielded that night was making her feel on fire within herself, from her sparking hands, to her chest, to her stomach....and to her womanhood.
Lucius looked back at his woman, and saw that fire within her through the depths of her eyes. He knew what she was feeling exactly. He often felt it himself when his power or his emotions of rage and power flooded his soul. The way ones body heats up internally, and it feels like if you don't release that energy you may combust into a million pieces. Aria needed to make love...no she needed to fuck....he of course knew that feeling well.
Lucius dropped their conjoined hands and then brought his fingertips up to trace seductive lines up and down her arms. Compared to the heat of her hands, the rest of her skin felt cold. She had been drenched from fountain water and sweat from the fight and her skin was breaking out into gooseflesh all over. "You're cold..." Lucius said as he looked at her with concern, but yet at the same time, a look of desire.
