𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 || Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Chapter Eight: Ruined

A/n: no proofread we free ball it, wrote this in 20 minutes new personal best (also check out my new snape fic "sincerely yours")

It was so cold when I woke up, unusually so. I wrapped the blankets tighter and tighter around me until I was huddled into a makeshift cocoon. It worked for a few minutes before the chill came back.

"What on earth?" my eyes shot open and I became aware of my surroundings. The activities from the previous night came flooding back, as well as the reasoning behind my body temperature: I wasn't wearing any clothes.

My eyes widened and I jumped out of bed in search of something to put on. I grabbed a t-shirt and shorts from the dresser and hurried to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror made me grimace.

Mascara was smudged underneath the both of my eyes like I got in a horrible fist fight, my lips were swollen, and my hair was wild. I groaned at the prospect of fixing it all. A bath seemed like a good start.

I was reminded of my first night at the manor as I soaked my aching body in the warm water. Never would I have guessed that this would happen. Believe me, I was more than satisfied with the experience from last night, but something still felt off. Why did Lucius leave? Was he nervous, or having second thoughts? I really wanted to discuss it with him as soon as possible.

After cleaning myself and putting on fresh clothes I felt a lot better. The light from outside told me that it was around late morning, so I decided to try and find Lucius. The manor was eerily quiet as I searched around.

"Y/n?" a voice called from behind me. I spun around and saw Draco with a confused look on his face.

"Oh, Draco." I sighed. "Have you seen your dad? I uh, I have a book I need to give back to him."

"He's out on a date with my mom." Draco waved his hand as if it were unimportant information. "Are you okay though? You look pale." his gaze softened. I felt bile at the back of my throat.

"A date?" I tried to make sure my voice didn't falter. "I thought they were fighting?"

Thought they were separated, more like. That's what Lucius told me. It must just be for public appearances, I tried to rationalize it in my head.

"Seems like they finally made up. Couldn't have happened soon enough." Draco seemed relieved. "Maybe father will take the stick out of his arse now."

"Yes. Right." I could hardly focus on what he was saying. A date? My stomach felt queasy. We had just had sex less than twelve hours ago and now he was on a date with his wife. How could he do that? No, how could I do that. He's married. I shouldn't have engaged with him.

"Do you need to see a doctor?" Draco's voice sounded even more concerned. "Y/n? Y/n?"

I shook my head firmly.

"No, I think I just ate something bad. I should go lay down." I quickly made up an excuse and bolted back to my room. As soon as the door to the bedroom was shut I threw myself on bed and buried my face into it.

"Ugh." I groaned. I still felt like I was going to puke.

Lucius definitely has a reasonable explanation. I repeated in my head. He has to. He very clearly likes me a lot, he said so. And he said they were separated. Why would he lie about that?

I spent the next few hours overthinking and moping around in my bed until I heard chatter from downstairs. A male voice and a female voice, it seemed like Lucius and Narcissa were back. Part of me wanted to run down there and beg Lucius for an explanation, the other wanted to rot away in this room until the end of time. I opted for the middle ground and chose to eavesdrop.

I snuck down the stairs very quietly and peaked around the corner to the living room. Lucius and Narcissa were sitting very close to each other on the sofa, their legs touching and hands clasped together. They were whispering about something that I couldn't quite hear. After a few moments Lucius looked up and made direct eye contact with me. Narcissa was completely oblivious on the other hand, her eyes were closed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

I froze in place and blinked like a deer caught in headlights. A grin spread across Lucius' face as he ran his fingers through her hair. He never broke eye contact with me, he stared directly into my soul as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. My heart nearly shattered right then and there. I felt the indescribable urge to go home. I didn't want to be here but I couldn't look away. The living room clock chimed to notify the turn of the hour, breaking me out of my trance.

Narcissa slowly opened her eyes at the sound and saw me standing in the archway. I could only imagine what I looked like. With her reaction, it was certainly nothing pleasant.

"Oh, Y/n!" she stood up and made her way over to me. "Are you still sick?" she placed the back of her hand on my forehead like a concerned mother.

I wasn't quite sure why my initial impression of her was so negative, she was nothing but nice to me. And I slept with her husband. I felt nauseous again.

"My stomach." I clutched my abdomen and looked away from her in shame. She nodded in realization and brought me over to sit on the couch.

"Stay here dear, I have a potion I can go get for you." she gave a reassuring smile and left me alone with Lucius. The air was completely silent until I decided to speak up.

"So..." I cleared my throat. "About last night." I was hoping that he would take the lead of the conversation like he usually did.

"About what?" Lucius turned to me with a confused expression like he had no idea what I meant. He raised a brow.

"Last night." I repeated myself slowly.

"Did something happen?" he feigned confusion once more. I could see the tiniest smirk at the corner of his mouth.

I clenched my hands into fists and looked at my lap. Why was he doing this?

"You know what I mean!" my voice started to get louder. I didn't want to cause a fuss but it was so difficult to control my emotions.

"I'm afraid I don't, Miss L/n." his use of my last name was a true punch to the gut. "Perhaps you're a bit delirious from your illness?" he spoke to me as if I was a child.

"No, I-" tears started to well in my eyes. Please don't cry, not right now. I pleaded with myself. I took a moment to take a breath.

"Did you lie to me?" I whispered, in hopes that he'd answer genuinely. "About Narcissa?"

Lucius stared at me blankly.

"I don't recall telling you anything about my wife." he titled his head ever so slightly. "My lovely wife. Of whom I'm very happy with." he emphasized his words.

I couldn't hold my tears back any longer, they started to pour freely down my face. He had lied to me. They were never separated. He probably never even cared about me in the first place, he just wanted to sleep with me. My heart wrenched at the thought. How could I be so stupid?

"You took my-" my sentence was cut off as Narcissa came into the room.

"Oh my, it hurts that bad?" she noticed my tears and placed a soothing hand on my shoulder. Given the circumstances, it only made me feel worse.

"Yes," I lied to her and rubbed my eyes. "Can I go home please? I want to go home." I sniffled.

"I don't think that's a good idea for now." she urged me to stand up. "Your parents are still away, there's no one to watch you while you're sick. Here, let's get you to bed and I'll give you the potion."

I took the opportunity to get away from Lucius and let her lead me back upstairs. Regardless of what she said, I would be sending an owl to my parents and leaving this dreaded place as soon as possible. I'd have to think of an excuse to give Draco, but I'd manage.

I got out my parchment and quill as soon as she left. Hopefully the tear drops wouldn't be too noticeable.