𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 || 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Chapter 12 - Acquaintances

"Mr Malfoy, I-" Ophelia started as Lucius' thumb ran across her bottom lip, dragging it slightly as he admired its fullness. The governess's hands had fallen limp into her lap, they made no effort to push him away, or fight him off, instead she sat, entranced by the icy blue eyes that stared at her so intently.

"Shh," Lucius hushed, cutting off her inevitable rejection to his actions. "You always have something to say Ophelia..." he tutted, "perhaps you just need to turn off that brain of yours, and let yourself go..."

Lucius leaned in slowly, closing the gap between them. Ophelia could only watch, she felt like a passenger to everything that was happening between them. Eventually Lucius' lips were on hers. He was soft, slow, gentle, at first at least. But the powerful man began to build up the heat, and living up to his reputation, roughly pulled the girl onto his lap, intensifying their kiss. His hands roamed the netted layers of her dress, eventually finding the soft supple skin of her thigh. He gripped her roughly, pulling Ophelia roughly against his chest. The young woman was lost in the kiss, drugged by his intoxicating masculinity. Eyes closed she fell into him like a helpless damsel.

No.

What am I doing?!

Ophelia's eyes shot open at the realisation of exactly what was transpiring, and with whom. Her hands pushed against his chest, breaking the two apart with a gasp. Ophelia jumped away from Draco's father, the force of which sent her hurtling over the pianist bench to the floor with a thud.

"I'm- I'm sorry Mr Malfoy, I... I can't!" Ophelia cried breathily as she crawled back towards the wall, using its stable structure to help her to feet.

"Ophelia come... do not ruin such a beautiful moment," Lucius purred as he turned to face the frantic girl, though his words could melt you, Ophelia heard the hidden dagger behind them, he was trying hard to hide his displeasure.

Ophelia shook her head no as she pressed herself into the wall and shuffled around the edge of the room, slightly clumsy from the wine that filled her empty belly.

"Ophelia, come back here immediately, let's talk about this... you're upset clearly, come now,"

Ophelia shook her head once more, her caramel curls dancing about her shoulders. When she reached the open doorway, she did not hesitate to break into a run, and made her escape.

***

The morning light awoke Ophelia, whose eyes felt as if they had been burned out of her aching head. Shoving her face into her pillow she groaned at the headache that seemed to grip every bone and muscle in her body. Eventually, after gathering some strength and willpower, she sat up, rubbing at her aching heavy eyes. Her hair a mess of tangled curls falling in clumps around her shoulders.

"No more wine, ever" She promised herself, though she knew it was an empty one, it had been made many times before.

Pulling herself out of bed, she slowly and wearily got ready for the day. Her day off, thankfully, at least her pounding head would be free from Draco's witty comments. Deciding to go out for the day, mostly due to her embarrassment and need to avoid a certain master of the house, she grabbed her satchel, pulled on her brown plaid coat and headed upstairs.

"Wow," She whistled as stepped into the entrance hall, glass littered the red carpet. Drapes hung from walls, a chandelier had crashed to the floor, suits of armour were scattered across the ground.

"It's even worse in the ballroom," Lucius smirked lightly from the staircase. Ophelia's stomach flipped; she hadn't expected him to be awake so early. She watched as he descended slowly, his cane tapping against each stone step rhythmically. The pit in Ophelia's stomach grew deeper the closer he got.