The Price of Love

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[Lucius P.O.V]

I sit here alone, wishing she was here.

Sad isn't it? That I, Lucius Malfoy, pine for the company of a Muggleborn.

I admit to myself the old place just doesn’t seem the same without her here.

I was used to her presence at least once a week if not twice, and I am reduced to none at all.

What have I done?

I have shown her nothing but respect since we started this understanding; I don’t know for the life of me what I have done wrong!

I scold myself, I knew things may have gone too far between us, but I can’t for the love of the gods get her out of my head.

I do care about her.

I feel sometimes like she is my kindred spirit, she knows what I am thinking, she can read like one of those books she knows inside out.

But she doesn’t know me, not really.

I often wonder during these periods of solace I am experiencing, whether I and she could have ever been anything more than what we were, But that idea flies out of my head as soon as it settles.

We are two very different people.

But I will admit, I do miss her, almost terribly.

But then the delicious thought of her creeps into my head again as I clutch the invitation in my hand.

There is no way she would miss this; it is after all in honour of Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world.

This is the night I will get my answers; she will tell me why she left.

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I almost feel elated at when I do see her, I see her look out from the corner of her eye, I watch as she bites her lip, the lips that I have lost myself in none too often.

I watch as she gets up and leaves, I make my excuses and follow her, I see her walk into the ladies.

I bide my time and wait for her.

It isn’t long till I hear the door of the bathroom open and it is then I decide to make my move.

She shivers under my touch and I feel the softness of the skin I crave.

She looks at me fearfully and I wonder why I have done to make her fear me in the way I suspect she does.

All I did was care for her, treat her with respect and I gave her everything she wanted, she was mine and mine alone, we belonged to each other.

I can’t begin to describe the way our Ministry chatter left me feeling, I do not know what this emotion is that sits on my chest weighing me down, it is all consuming, I fear it, I fear being alone, I realise for the first time ever, I am truly alone.

Damn her and her Mudblood wiles, I don’t know what I seen in the wench in the first place, how dare she confuse and lead me in to mental conflict, I am Lucius Malfoy I do not need her.

But then the sleeping dragon of my jealousy rears its ugly head and sniffs the air hoping for a sliver of anything it can use to play with my subconscious.

Then the cold harsh reality sets in and I sit here alone.

I want her...

I need her...

But she does not want me.

I snap out of my cantankerous mood, who wouldn’t want me I am the cream of Pureblood society many a witch would be glad to be seen on my arm.

Oh yes...

I am going to find myself a new witch.

And I will think of her no more, or at least that is what I tell myself.