AFTER DARK- Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Gilded Cage

OKAY SO I RE-READ THIS CHAPTER AND LOWKEY CRINGED AT THE SCENE I WROTE. I had to rewrite the chapter.... It was feeling too forced I think. Sorry guys 11/01/22

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I woke up on a mattress.

It may very well have been the most comfortable and soft mattress I'd ever laid upon.

My body had molded and sunk into the bed so comfortably, making it feel like I was sleeping on what a cloud should feel like. 

I shifted to my side, eyes still closed, pulling the covers farther over my shoulder.

It was so warm and comfortable and smelled heavenly.

Peppermint and floral scents calmed my mind, which seemed to be seeped into pillow itself. I nuzzled my head into it.

My movements were slow and heavy.

It felt as though I was made of cement, my body acting as if I'd been hit by a truck.

It was exhaustion.

Mind and body.

And I'd had the most horrible dream—

My eyes flew open, suddenly remembering myself. All the events of yesterday.

I sat up straight, in an unfamiliar—and extremely large—four poster bed with light green drapes tied up on all sides.

My breathing sped up as my eyes darted around the room.

The room was huge and unrecognizable, with floating candles dispersed just below the ceiling.

The wallpaper was a magnificent green and tapestries hung with animals—like unicorns, owls, lions, etc— trees and flowers of all colors and kinds.

I noted the magnificent mahogany armoire, an antique desk to match, a large unlit fireplace, two black leather chairs.

The curtains on the windows to my right were closed so I couldn't tell what time of day it was.

What had happened last night? Am I back at the manor just in a different room?

I threw the covers off me, looking down at the oversized sweats and sleep shirt.

Who the fuck had changed my clothes.

My face went red at the thought of just who might have been the one to change me.

Then—My wand.

I felt around my body, panicked.

I was essentially helpless without it.

In a blind desperation I started feeling the sheets of the bed and laying on the floor to see if it had fallen and rolled somewhere.

Nothing.

Then I rummaged through the drawers of the two side tables next to my bed, the second one I searched I'd pulled out so forcefully that the drawer fell to the floor.

Still, nothing.

I looked around again.

Shit shit shit.

I ran to the curtains, pulling them open. I squinted at the light, until my eyes adjusted to reveal a countryside bathed in morning sun.

A countryside I didn't recognize.

An estate I didn't recognize.

What I could see of the house was that it was made of beige stone. Hedges, that seemed to wrap around the estate, were trimmed and tall.