Luscious Lust

Chapter 1 - Introduction

"Can you please stop looking at my father like he's some kind of meat, like you haven't eaten in days?" Draco asks me. "You get a ravenous look every time he visits the school."
"What? He's separated, he is some kind of meat. And I'm hungry," I smirk.
"Yes, my parents are separated, but they are getting back together," Draco says.
"You don't know that," I say, crossing my arms.
"Do so," Draco frowns.
"Last time they saw each other, they were ready to kill each other. I think I could be a nice distraction," I smile and bat my lashes at Draco.
"He's twice your age and then some, and he's my father, so back off!" Draco shouts.
"Age is just a number. Besides, he's still far away from being too old to know how to have a good time," I laugh.
"And you know what they say," I start explaining. "Older men are like fine wine, they only get better with age," I finish dreamy.
"Ugh, please stop!" Draco says disgusted.

I watch Draco leave, and sink into very smutty thoughts about his dad. Lucius Malfoy's a very attractive man, and I've been rather keen on him for many years.

He's been a part of my life since I was five, when my parents and I moved to the neighbourhood nearby the "Malfoy Manor". My mother met Narcissa at a shop in Diagon Alley, which resulted in a dinner invite, and our families' known each other since.

Lucius has always been kind to me, but kinda vague. He's vague with everyone, that's why my mother doesn't like him. She's Narciassa's friend, not Lucius', he just came with the territory. Not even my father has been able to bond with him that much.

I've always looked dreamy at Mr. Malfoy. His long, blonde hair, ice cold, blue eyes and tall, gracious being. That fact that he's always so curt with everyone just makes him more interesting, making me imagine what he does and what he's like. And the older I've gotten, with each passing year, the more my fascination with him has grown. Now that he's separated and I'm old enough, I've allowed myself to look at him differently. Letting my body feel what it wants to feel whenever I see him, not repressing my urges. In my eyes he's not just Mr. Malfoy, Draco's father and Narcissa's ex, he's an extremely sexy, unattached man which I want to get attached to. But the question is, how can I make him notice me the way I've started to notice him?


I'm walking down the hall with my friends when I see Lucius heading my way. I take a sharp breath, swallowing hard, feeling my heart starting to race. He's looking mighty fine with his hair groomed and tied, his black coat flowing as he walks, and the silver rings on his fingers shining in the sunlight.
I love the way he accessorises. Everything from his polished shoes, to his black, snaked walking stick, to the beautiful details on his coat and wear.

"Good day, Mr. Malfoy," I say and smile my brightest smile at him.
"Miss Hatch," Lucius greets me.
"How are you holding up" I ask, thinking about his and Narcissa's separation. "Fine I hope," I add rashly, realizing a general "How are you?" would have been plenty.  
"Oh, no complaints, just here to check up on my son and his mischief," Lucius smiles and my heart skips a beat.
His smile's like a sexy, devious smirk, and it does things to me.
"How are you, miss Hatch?" he asks.
I snap out of my semi-mind orgasm and answer "I'm great! Just waiting for the weather to look up, so I can start working on my tan. I'm so very pale." I immediately regret my idiotic reply. What the hell did I just say? But it got his attention, his eyes studying the pale skin on my chest. Classes are over for today, so I've changed out of my cloak and uniform, and I'm happy I did, seeing how his eyes keep staring at the bare skin and cleavage my tank top is revealing.
"Pale can be very flattering, and in your case, well, that is the case," Lucius gives me a quick smile before pretend to cough to clear his throat to cover up what he just said, like he said something wrong or on edge.
I give him a quick smile.
"Well, I gotta go," Lucius says and nods to excuse himself. "Be seeing you around, Miss Hatch." "Yes, good-bye," I look into his eyes for a spit second before he walks on down the hall.

"What was that all about?" one of my friends asks.
I've forgotten all about them while talking to Mr. Malfoy.
"Uhmm, what?" I ask, still looking in the direction Lucius left.  
"I'm so very pale, bla, bla, bla," another friend of mine laughs.
"Oh, shut up!" I say and start to walk away from them.