Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 45

The general thought of spending Christmas holiday at the Malfoy's had made me nervous. Personally, I chose to keep all prejudices aside, but I knew that purebloods were the worst when it came to judgments. I wondered what the master of the manor would think of me. Lucius said he spoke with his father about having me as a guest, which relieved me a bit. However, I still feared that Mr. Malfoy would be more ruthless than his son. Just then, it struck me that the entire mansion was inhabited by only the father and son.

All the sudden, pity permeated my mind. How very lonely. My thoughts echoed in my head. The solemn abode of the Malfoy's helped me understand the son, and no doubt the father's, cold attitude. It was just Mr. Malfoy and Lucius living in an enormous mansion with no other company than their servant Dobby.

"Lucius? Is your guest here already?" A smooth, but bored sounding voice called as the shadows released its master. "Oh, good afternoon, Miss...

"Maera. I mean Zeria." I stuttered and blushed profusely.

The master of the house gave a crooked smile and looked to his son with amusement and an arched brow. The tall man finished descending the stairs with grace and stepped close to his son and me. "Yes; Miss Maera Zeria, the new disciplinarian at Hogwarts. I am Abraxas Malfoy. How do you do?" Mr. Abraxas Malfoy gently took and kissed my hand.

"Marvelous; thank you, Sir." Respect and gratitude commanded me to curtsy to the pale man. When I looked up again to meet his brown eyes, he was watching me intently.

"Have you had lunch?"

"No, Sir, I have not."

"Then, you will have no objections to joining me." The blond man held out his arm for me and I timidly place my arm over his.

With my other hand, I gathered my long black dress' folds and cast a glance over my shoulder to Lucius, whose looks were a mixture of jealousy and indifference. My eyes darted back and forth as I walked slowly with the handsome man into the dining room. Without a sound, Lucius' father pulled out a chair for me to sit. Never before had I been so conscious of my actions and manners while we ate our midday meal.

"You are quite young to hold such a distinguished position; how old are you exactly?" The Malfoys were not known for their fear of asking any type of question. I tried not to choke on my tea before answering.

"I am fort— My mistake caused me to chuckle lightly. "Imagine that; I still feel like I am fourteen" But the truth was I was forty-seven and a metamorphmagus.

He chuckled, "Your beauty claims your youth."

This man was sure to have my attention even when silence and sadness reigned. "Shall we play a game?" I smiled.

Mr. Malfoy's eyes lit up with interest.

"Sir, you shall guess my age, and I shall guess yours."

"Twenty," Mr. Malfoy said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"I say, Sir. That is a rather shoddy trick you are playing. I know not whether you say twenty to make me feel better, if I am older, or worse, if I am younger." The playful retort I gave made a slight smile pull one side of the man's mouth. I planned to make both sides smile fully.

"I like you already, Miss Zeria."

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." I blushed and looked down at my plate.

"You still haven't guessed his age." Lucius cut into the banter between the adults. His father shot a reprimanding glance that silenced the boy; I cleared my throat awkwardly.

He must have been around my actual age. So, I chose to give him a number that was not insulting, but distinguished. "Forty-eight, my Lord?" I trained my glance upon the master of the house and he chuckled.

"Did Lucius tell you?"

"No, Sir." Lucius continued eating.

"Do I win a prize for guessing correctly?" I laughed playfully, and a smirk crossed Abraxas' lips.

After lunch, Lucius showed me to a guest room that I would be occupying during my stay. "I apologize for my father." Lucius began, but I put my fingers over his lips.

"Shh," I hushed him and closed the door to the room. "It seems to me that this house is lonelier than you think. Maybe some harmless flirting will ease his cold heart." I watched as Lucius kissed my fingers and pulled me closer to him.

"Maybe. It is less lonely now that you are here." The young man traced his hands down my spine with tiny tugs on the secured ribbon of my corset. "You know that was the first time in years that I have seen him smile."

"Is that a bad thing?" I queried, and brushed my fingers through Lucius' hair that was tied back just like his father's. Lucius shook his head sideways. "Good." The black ribbon that held his hair slipped through my fingers. My forehead touched his, and we stood in silence together. Maera, what are you doing? I asked myself and bit my lip nervously.

Can I not do what I please, when I please? The retort my better side made silenced doubt.

Then, my lips hovered in front of Lucius' so that he could feel how near we stood. The hands on my back untied my corset ribbon so slowly that shivers ran up to my bare neck. Delicately, my hands began to braid the long blond hair I had been stroking. The soft skin of our noses touched as our lips set upon each other. Just as I finished his white-blond braid, my corset loosened and allowed my lungs to expand fully. Kisses pressed upon my neck like little paws of a kitten touching ice. The pleats of my dress lifted off the wooden floors and gathered in Lucius' hands. Our breathing was slow and controlled as I undid Lucius' cravat and guided his blazer from his shoulders.

"I did not know you dressed so well." I teased, allowing the blazer to drop to the floor.

"I'm a Malfoy. Expect no less." He replied and continued to leisurely lift my long skirt. "Why do you always wear black?"

"Why do you?"

"Crippling depression." He snarled, and dove his fingernails into my rump.

I felt his hands trace the sides of my thighs. "Lucius," It was imperative that I asked the question on my mind.

"Yes, Mae?"

"I'm truly sorry about our last encounter." I sighed.

"It's forgiven."

"Are you sure about this, now?"

Lucius' kisses stopped, and his hands moved to rest on my hips. The gray eyes trained on my blue ones in a search for something I could not understand. "Only if you are," the reply satisfied me, but I still felt strange. Lucius was just a boy, and I was having trouble forgiving myself for aggressively taking advantage of him last time. What was I doing? This was wrong. A single kiss from me froze the moment.

"Not now, if that is okay." My whisper brought his hands out from under the black fabric and I fixed his tie.

He nodded, but I could feel his disappointment. I wondered if he had the gall to act out.