The Hufflepuff and the Slytherin

Chapter 21-Promises

You had finally managed to somehow pry yourself off of Lucius and  head home. As you walked along the quiet streets of London back towards  your home in South Kensington, you couldn't help but feel flushed and  somewhat buzzed, as if you were on some sort of drug or alcohol.

You  knew the high feeling was because of everything that had happened that  night. Not only being reunited emotionally and physically with Lucius,  the lost love of your life, but because of everything he had told you.  Everything you had thought up until that point had been shattered, and  for the better. Your once dark and broken heart now finally had the  stitches and love it needed to heal, and for once in seven years, you  were so incredibly happy and in love.

Making love to him had been  incredible. You hadn't been with anyone since him all those years ago,  and you didn't realize how badly your body had craved love and passion  from a man, and specifically one man...Lucius of course.

You had  been so happy in your thoughts you had barely noticed you were already  home. You were so at peace and in the clouds that you didn't realize how  fast time was going and you smiled as you unlocked your front door and  made your way inside.

Emily was of course waiting for you right by  the door. She gave you an angry little mewl as you had walked in,  chastising you for being late for her dinner.

"I know I know  kitty!" You said as you walked over to the kitchen and pulled out her  bowl and a can of wet food. "But you don't realize how important it was.  I swear I had a good reason for being late," you said to her, as if she  could understand you.

Emily meowed at you again a bit annoyed,  not caring for your excuses for why you were late and pawed at your leg  as you scooped her dinner out.

You laughed and rolled your eyes at  your little cat as you placed her food down where she normally ate, and  then made your way upstairs to your bedroom to take off your still  somewhat damp clothes and take a shower.

It pained you to have to  remove your clothes and shower, as you could still strongly smell the  scent of Lucius all over your clothes and your body. You never wanted to  wash him off, and if it were up to you, you would have his scent all  over you forever as it deeply comforted your soul. However, you knew you  had to shower, you had been damp from the cold rain from earlier for  several hours now and you knew you were mostly likely already going to  get sick, but you didn't care. Everything was perfect in that moment.

You  shed your clothes and put them in the laundry basket and then went to  your small yet cozy fireplace in your room and lit a warming fire so  that when you got out of the shower you'd still be nice and warm.

Putting  on your robe, you stepped into your bathroom and turned on the shower,  waiting for it to heat up. After about a minute or two you were about to  step in, when all of a sudden you thought you heard a few knocks at  your door downstairs. You whipped your head around, clutching your robe  tighter against your body. It was rather late, about around 11 o'clock  at night, and you suddenly became a bit nervous. Maybe you were hearing  things.

You stepped out of your bathroom, your shower still  running and peaked your head into the hallway that led to the staircase.  You didn't hear anything, and you were about to go back to take that  shower when you heard the three knocks again. So you hadn't been  imagining it. Someone was definitely at your door.

Making your way  slowly and nervously downstairs, clad in nothing but your thin white  robe, you tiptoed to the front entrance of your home and briefly looked  out the curtains that overlooked the front porch.

Immediately you  saw that lovely head of platinum hair and that tall body. Your heart  fluttered in your chest and goosebumps of pleasure rose on your skin.  Lucius had found your home and had come to see you.