Luscious Lust

Chapter 21 - Fight For Love

"Congratulations!" Luicus gives me a small kiss.
"Thank you!" I say and smile.
"Draco, come here my boy! Congratulations, son!" Lucius gives Draco a hug.
"Thank you, father," Draco smiles.
"Hogwarts graduates, how does it feel?" Lucius looks at me and Draco.
"Good, it feels very good," I answer.
"Finally!" Draco exclaims.
"This calls for a celebration, doesn't it?" Mr. Malfoy's in a very good mood. "Why don't you invite your friends, both of you, to the manor next weekend for a party," he says.
"Cool! Yeah, I will," Draco nods in agreement. "But I gotta go now. I'm hitting the pub with my friends to celebrate. I'll be home later, or tomorrow," Draco adds.
"Sure," Lucius says.
Lucius and I watch Draco and his friends leave. Then I turn to look at Mr. Malfoy who's all slick and prideful.
"I'll go and talk to my friends about the party. I'll be right back," I say, giving him a wet kiss, my hand sliding around his neck to press him to me. With a sigh, I leave him to invite my friends. 

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Lucius smiles, watching you talk and laugh with your friends, excited to bring you home with him. To your home. "What an unexpected, but very welcome, turn this year has taken for me," he thinks. Not in a million years had he thought he'd get involved with such a young witch. It's made him feel young too. Years of worry and work wearing off with every kiss you pressed to his lips, expelling the wrinkles on his soul to a sleek canvas for a brighter future. For you are his future. 

He's looking around the hall at the other happy students and parents when he suddenly spots someone who's not looking happy at all. Your father. Lucius doesn't break the eye contact, nor does your father. Mr. Hatch's standing still for a while before he starts walking straight across the room till he's right in front of Luicus.
He doesn't say anything. Mr. Malfoy's just about to open his mouth to greet him when your father gives him a right hook.
Your dad's shorter than Lucius, and not very strong, but he truly gathered all his strength into that punch.
Lucius stays put, his head facing the direction your father sent it. Mr. Malfoy slowly turns his head to look at Mr. Hatch, his eyes dark. His cold, blonde hair's covering most of his flawless face which is now flawed with a split lip and a bloody nose. He could have sent your father flying across the room, but he doesn't do anything, he only stares at the man.
Your father seems shocked over his own action. "Mr. Malfoy... I..." Mr. Hatch turns and leaves in a hurry. 

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I witnessed the whole thing, stunned to see the two men I love the most fighting. I run to intercept my father.
"Dad! Dad! Look at me! Why did you do that? Why did you hit him? Did mother put you up to this? Dad! Answer me! Please!" I shout, almost crying. "Dad!"
He pushes me out of the way.
"Dad!" Now I am crying. I watch my father leave the hall, unable to make him talk to me.
Why did he punch Lucius? Is he really that angry with me, with Mr. Malfoy? Does he really mind my relationship with Lucius that much? Or is he under my mother's influence?
"Fuck!" I say, turning to rush towards Lucius. He's just standing there, with his head held high, blood running down his face, down his neck and onto the collar of his shirt.
I hate to see him all bruised and bloodied, but there's no denying that he looks hot as hell too. Everything becomes that man.
"Lucius!" I say when I reach him. "Are you all right? Why didn't you defend yourself, why didn't you hit him back? I know his my father, but still," I say, placing my hands gently on his face to peer into his eyes.
"Exactly, he's your father. I didn't want to hit him. I let him hit me. He needed it. He needed to hit me. I know how he must feel about all this. I've repressed it ever since we started "dating", but it dawned on me now. This is not just about us, but I'll never stop fighting for you. God, I love you so much it hurts," Lucius says. "Really hurts," he points at his face.
I can't help but laugh a little, before I bite my lip.
"I'm sorry," I say.
"I'm sorry," Lucius says. "For causing problems with your family. I just hope in time they will forgive me, because I'll never forgive myself if I let you go."
"I won't go, never," I declare. "I love you so much." I kiss him softly, tasting the pureblood on his split lip. Even his blood's perfect.
I break off the kiss, suddenly remembering we're not alone. In fact we're the center of attention of every pair of eyes in the room.
I spot my friends. My best friend got tears in her eyes.
"This sure turned into one hell of a graduation," I state.
"Yeah," Lucius says, wiping the blood from his lips. "Let's get out of here."
I take Mr. Malfoy's hand and we make for the enterance.
"See you next weekend," I say to my friends. They nod and smile, watching us leave. 

I'm standing in the Slytherin common room waiting for Lucius to clean himself up. I look at one of the paintings. I can't believe that I'm not coming back to Hogwarts next year. The last couple of months after Lucius and I started messing around have gone by so fast, I've forgotten to appreciate my last weeks as a student here. But I'm also eager to get on with my life as a grown-up. I'm so excited about the summer and living at Malfoy Manor. I wonder how it will be living with Lucius and where everything's heading.
Suddenly I feel someone's arms around me.
"Ready to leave, my dear?" Lucius asks.
"Yes, I suppose," I say a little reluctantly. "I'm really gonna miss this place."
"We might come again," Mr. Malfoy purrs. "Maybe a next generation witch or wizard will go here." He tightens his embrace across my stomach slightly.
My heart mellows. I know what he means.
"Mabye," I say and turn around to face him, his eyes beaming with life and love. I kiss him softly, kissing my past at Hogwarts good-bye and my future hello. "Maybe," I say again. 

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We're back at the manor. Lucius decides to lift me up and carry me over his shoulder through the front entrance, giving my behind a firm spank. I giggle.
He puts me down, laughing too.
"Welcome to your new home," Lucius says.
"Thank you so much," I smile gratefully.
"I've had this made for you," he hands me a key.
"My own key?" I ask.
"Of course. If I'm out of the house or stuck at work, or whatever, you can come and go as you please," he smiles.
"Thank you," I look down at the key in my hand.
"I'll take your bags upstairs so you can start unpacking. I've cleard out a room for your things so you can have all the space you need," he looks at me. His right eye is slightly darker than the other after the punch, but he looks so damn handsome.
"Do you want me to get some ice for your face first?" I ask.
"No, I'm all right, but thanks," Lucius says.
"Are you sure?" I ask again. "I really wouldn't mind being your "nurse," I say and smirk.
"Now that you mention it," Lucius starts saying. "I got a slight inkling that might be in need of some curing," he smirks.
"Just a slight?" I say and look down at his pants. "Let me check." I place my hand over his bulge, feeling his manhood getting hard, making the pants' fabric snug.
"Sir, there's nothing slight about what's going on here. If I'm to diagnose you, I'd say you got a severe case of hard on which only a good fuck can cure," I look up at him.
"And where can I get a good fuck?" Lucius asks, his smirk so devious and hot, I can barely control myslef.
"Just follow me," I say and take his hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom.