Waiting | Lucius Malfoy

Chapter Forty | Love

"Gods," Guinevere groaned. "Why does my head feel like it got ran over by a stampede of Hippogriffs?" She squinted, grabbing her wand to close the curtains of Lucius' bedroom.

"Liquid luck," Lucius murmured sleepily against her shoulder, placing a gentle kiss at her collarbone. She winced as he spoke, his words grating her tender brain, before slowly slipping into a sense of comfort at his touch. Potter had never mentioned any side effects from the potion in his tall tales in the common room - arse.

"Remind me to never take it again," she whispered, turned to face Lucius, melting at the way his long eyelashes fluttered - a sign that although his eyes were closed, he was intently listening to her.

"I'd like to think you haven't got much of it in the supply," he yawned, before opening one eye suspiciously. "You don't, do you?"

"Of course not."

"Where did you get it anyway?" He kissed her good morning and she basked in the domesticity of it all.

"Would you believe me if I told you I'd brewed it myself?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Considering the fact that you've confided in me that you never brew potions and that the whole art bores you - no."

"I may or may not have won it."

"That sounds far more likely."

"Theo, Draco and I were at a Slytherin poker night and well, let's just say I'm surprisingly good at poker. Rubbish at potions though, which is why Theo was so angry to have lost his last vial of it to me. He said it was a grave injustice considering the fact that I didn't even appreciate the rarity of it."

"Sounds like something Mr Nott would say. Remind me to send him my regards, by the way."

"Any particular reason?"

"Well, my witch is back in my bed and I presume I've partly got him to thank for that."

"Why does he get all the credit?" Guinevere pouted, reaching out to grab a glass of water from the bedside table.

"Oh, believe me. You wouldn't want me to show my appreciation to Mr Nott in the same manner that I intend to show you." He chuckled to himself and she raised an eyebrow before shaking his head.

"Let's go out." She said suddenly, standing and leaving him alone in bed. He looked put out at the sight of her form no longer next to him.

"Can't we stay here all day?"

"No, I want to go out somewhere."

"Anywhere in particular?"

"We could go-" Guinevere stopped her words, a sudden thought cascading to her subconscious. "Actually Lucius, would you mind if I ran an errand before we went anywhere?"

"What are you up to?" He asked with a smirk.

"It's nothing," she said quietly. "I just have unfinished business and I don't want to start our new life without closing it off."

"Alright," he replied, his voice soft.

"No argument? I'm surprised."

"I trust you, darling. Go and run your errand and we can meet back here at midday. Will that give you enough time?"

"More than enough, thank you. I'll have a think about what we can do while I'm out."

"No need, I've already calculated a plan so you don't need to worry." He shot her a mischievous look and she struggled to not ask any further questions.