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The weeks ahead were quite the same it felt like. Studying, tending to your greenhouse, and above all things, being with Lucius as much as possible. The fact that his graduation was coming up was something that of course was weighing heavily on your mind, and his, but both of you hadn't spoken about it much. It felt like it was a storm that was coming closer and closer, and yet neither of you cared to discuss its impending doom.
One such thing that had been changing however, was the fact that Lucius had been going home much more often. It seemed nearly every weekend he was off to the Manor. The thing was, he never seemed to be happy about it. Not at all in fact. It was almost as if he dreaded the very thought of going back home, something which made you feel uneasy as well. Every time he would come back to Hogwarts, he emanated a huge sense of relief, as if he was truly coming back to his real home, instead of the Manor.
You of course didn't want him having to go somewhere that made him feel uncomfortable; especially not after the one time he had come back to school with his face covered in bruises and a nasty cut. You knew it had to do with his father, and it always made your blood boil when he told you he had to go home for the weekend; you always dreaded he would come back to you injured again.
However as the weeks went by, he never came back injured again, but you did notice that each time he returned back to school, his eyes seemed to be losing their shining silver luster, a bit of black shadows had began to appear under his eyes, causing his already pale skin to look even more alabaster, he had lost a bit of weight as well causing his cheekbones to become more pronounced, and his mood had definitely darkened. He still loved you and treated you amazingly of course, but you definitely noticed a damper in his spirits and his typical lust for life had disappeared.
One Friday evening in late April, before the weekend, you and Lucius were laying in the comfortable bed in the Room of Requirement that always showed up for you two. Lucius had been desperate for you that evening after dinner in the Great Hall, and he had practically dragged you by the hand to your special, secret place so that he could be alone with you and ravish you. He had been almost needy, not that you minded at all, you loved it. The way he held onto your body tight as he kissed you all over, the way he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and planting kisses all along your neck, your ear, your breasts, had a sense of urgency you definitely picked up on. You let him take you, just as urgently, as he had wrapped your leg around his waist as he had made love to you, his eyes never leaving your own. Afterwards he had stayed inside of you as he held you against his body, the both of you almost falling asleep intertwined as one being.
However after a bit, you felt him pull out, and yet still, he kept his tight hold on you as you cuddled on him. The embers from the fireplace warming your bodies as you both came down from your love making highs.
"Are you going back to the Manor again this weekend?" You asked quietly after a while, dreading the answer already.
"Yes," he said darkly, his grip around you tightening even more as if he was genuinely afraid to be parted from you; he really didn't want to go back home.
