Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 47

A victorious smile appeared upon my face as I glanced at the young man across from me. Lucius was successfully silenced and I was able to continue conversing with his father. Before I could ask my next question, Mr. Malfoy asked first. "You speak Parseltongue?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"That is quite rare, you do understand that."

A gentle, sympathetic smile curled at my lips, "Understanding is one of the many things I do very well, Sir." Prudently, I dabbed the corners of my mouth with the cloth serviette, and slowly pulled my eyes to meet the brown ones that were staring intently at me. What was going on in the mind of his?

After dinner, Lucius suggested a visit to the manor's library. Astonishment seized me when I gathered that a section of the manor was filled with books. Both men took pleasure in seeing my awe and excitement upon opening the double doors of the private library. The room was a virtual maze of bookshelves with several nooks and sofas for comfort. A hearth in one corner with a few arm chairs warmed the dark chamber. Looking about, I spotted a small winding staircase and followed it with my eyes. The mansion for books continued upward in the other stories of the manor.

Eagerly, I went to the first shelf and began perusing the little treasures. Minutes past before I selected a work to read, and went to sit down near the hearth. Lucius was reading an International Quidditch Journal in a window nook hidden a few aisles away from the comfortable corner where his father was by the large fireplace, absorbed in The Daily Prophet.

Just like times past, I walked with my eyes secured to the black ink lines of the parchment and leather treasure. Suddenly, I fell forward, the book flopped to the ground, and my arms flew out to catch myself. Clumsiness was one thing I had not experienced since I was a young girl. But as life would have it, my hands landed in the lap of Mr. Malfoy as my body strewn itself before the man.

Words ceased to exist in the scorching mortification I found myself in from tripping over a small footrest. Mr. Malfoy wrenched aside his newspaper and looked at me, his dark eyes wide in astonishment. My jaw slackened, and fear was clearly visible upon my scarlet face. Attempting to speak resulted in shallow gasps for air like a fish out of water.

"I-I-I...mmm... am s-ssoo sssoorry." My voice became very meek as I managed to stutter an apology.

Quickly, I pulled my hands away from the man and collected my book from under his chair. As I knelt before the chair, the blond man moved his newspaper into one hand, leaned near to me, and lifted my gaping jaw shut.

All control left my body as I knelt paralyzed in a clutter of emotions. Chaos reigned within me, but I had traumatized myself frozen, and I could only watch. Painstakingly slow, Mr. Malfoy brought his lips to mine in a tantalizing kiss. By the time I registered what was happening, the man pulled away from me and I bit my lip with anxiety.

"If you wish it so, it is forgotten." The man had barely finished his sentence before I swooned and remembered no more.

The next day, I awoke in my designated room within the manor. I scrambled to get dressed. If I was not overwhelmed by mortification yesterday, I was now. Christmas was in six days and I still wanted to collect some things for a few dear students. I did not want to trouble my hosts, so I called upon Dobby for help. The timid house elf acquiesced to helping me only if I ate a bit of the breakfast he was carrying on a tray for me.

Soon, the little servant was assisting me with whatever I asked of it. The primary job I had given Dobby was to never leave me alone in a room with either of the Malfoy men. It was difficult enough keeping my lust under control; to not act rashly, I needed to know that I was not alone with attractive men.

Around lunch time, I voiced that I was planning to run errands in Diagon Alley. To which I received a positive response from both men. I ground my teeth in annoyance, because it was my intention to have some personal time. It was my duty to relent for the sake of saving my status as their guest. A forced smile peeled at my face as I finished eating.