Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 31

As Professor Slughorn spoke with some straggling students, my mind reminded itself today was a Friday and escaping into nature would be easier. As long as I did not have to tutor any one today, I was free. My past feelings of isolation got me used to being alone, but it intensified my insatiable hunger for adventure. Once again, Horace Slughorn interrupted my thoughts. "I say Miss Zeria, do you think you could remind me what love potions were composed of? I am having a moment of forgetfulness; I haven't made one in so long."

"Why yes, rose thorns, peppermint, powdered moonstone, and ashwind—

I stopped mid-sentence when I saw the student standing behind him; it was Lucius Malfoy. Quickly, I caught myself from snickering. I walked over to the two men and continued talking. "But I would have to refer to my notes to be certain."

Slughorn smiled, "You are lucky Mr. Malfoy that I have a reliable assistant."

"Mr. Malfoy, I shall show you the particulars if you would like to come see me after dismissal today." I replied and loaded my arms with two cauldrons from the table nearest to me.

"There we are my lad! All problems solved!" The professor laughed and clapped a thick hand against the student's broad shoulder.

"Oh, by the bye, Professor, Mr. Malfoy here is an exceptional Potioneer and I merely wonder if he ever thought of advancing his talent. What say you?" When I said this, I could feel a weight lift from the broad shoulders of the teenage boy and Slughorn beamed at the praise of his student.

"Well then, if this is so, you may want to consider an invitation to the Slug Club. It is an elite organization of students who excel in mastering potions. But please, I shan't take any more of your time. I believe you have another class that you will be late to if you don't run now!" said Professor Slughorn as I predicted.

Speechless, the magnificent blond hurried off with a shocked smile. Seeing the young man run out the door to his next class caused me to snicker. Something was clouding Lucius' thoughts and I bet that it was an enchantress. Returning to my work, I began humming as I cleaned the Potions classroom before wishing the old professor a good day.

The dismissal bell rang and brought me out of my trance. For the hundredth time, I walked to my stained glass window and hoped to catch sight of enormous black wings. Alas, nothing but castle stone, forest, and field reached my eyes. How long I stood looking out my window, I did not know before a knock shook me awake. "Enter." I called over my shoulder. The student tentatively walked in and cleared his throat. "Lucius, how good to see you." My voice was kind as I spoke over my shoulder before turning slightly to face the youth. "You are here for a potion, yes?" Speechless, he nodded; I smiled.

We walked over to a tall table fixed between two bookshelves of alphabetically ordered herbs, essences, and liquids. By the looks of my shelves, I was in want of nothing. "Now, what kind of love potion were you inquiring about, because there are simple ones and then there is Amortentia?"

"You can make Amortentia?" Lucius asked in awe of my masterful brewing skills.

An amused chuckle escaped me, "I am one of the best Potioneers you will ever meet. So, pick your poison."

"If I'm going to do something, I am going to do it correctly." Lucius replied, looking at the parchment I held for creating Amortentia.

"Excellent." I smiled, and listed the materials we would need. "Mother of Pearle, rose thorns, star anise oil, moonstone dust, and a secret ingredient. I hope you know this potion takes months to brew."

"I have time." The student shrugged, and began busying himself with finding the materials I listed off.

My order was carried out and Lucius scoured the shelves, while I quickly snatched the hidden component I preferred to add which made the potion's effect last longer.

"What is this 'secret' ingredient?" The thin lips smiled, placing the other items on the table and looked over my shoulder. I loved the compact arrangement of my office, just enough elbow room for one. If Lucius sought more than a love potion, now was his chance to assert himself.

He took his cue, stepped forward, and rested his hands on the table closing me in; I exhaled feeling his arms press my sides and his chest lean against mine.

I turned my body around to meet him. "A true master or mistress does not tell secrets. I am bound to silence." Playfully, I denied Lucius a smile and faced the wooden stand again.

Knowingly, the blond brows furrowed with devilish intrigue. Watching, like a snake sneaking in long grass that ponders its prey, his angular jaw clenched.

"Now, watch closely; liquids first, dusts, then solids. But of course, you know this." As I instructed, Lucius moved forward and positioned his head over my shoulder, his lips barely touching my ear. Our bodies were close enough to know that the other was there, but he was clever and left that tiny space which balanced the scales between tease and torment. It was thrilling having the young wizard tantalize me, but I wanted to see how daring he would be. After all, I was the enchantress, and I was still in control.

Battling me for control, Lucius moved my hands with his and whispered, "Star anise oil, moonstone dust, Mother of Pearle flakes..." Listing each component that the potion needed, he paused for a few seconds. "...rose thorns."

As our hands surveyed the small wooden bowl, one of the rose thorns pricked my finger and blood beaded from the penetrated skin. My small cry of slight pain was a cue; the game officially began.

Leaning over, he licked the warm blood from my cold skin. The metallic flavor made his eyes roll back, and my inner animal begged for the taste of his flesh. I denied myself a bite, my chest rising and falling in a battle of self-control. A darkly amused chuckle rumbled in my chest as he sucked my finger and I pressed back on his body.

"Time for the secret ingredient, Maera." Like a large cat playing with its quarry, Lucius' devious voice cooed into my ear and I had to see him face-to-face.

My mouth snuck a sinister smile while moving my tongue slowly behind my teeth. The piercing gray eyes I looked into were explicit and conniving; he was a true Slytherin.