Wake Up Alone

The breaking dawn scolds her eyes as she wakes. The rising of the sun brings a new day, but the familiar feeling of loss.

She runs around, keeping her mind fixated and occupied so she doesn’t have to think about thinking.

It’s ok in the day, she’s tied up enough not to think about him, wondering where he is.

By the time the sun sets and the day is done, she is sick of crying.

A silent sense of contempt lulls her into a false slumber, for here in her dreams she is whole and happy.

A sudden jolt of awareness rings through her senses. She feels the touch of which she has become accustomed to, she feels his hot breath caressing her skin as she fakes her slumber.

Its in these nights that she cannot refuse him.

A single touch makes her inwardly moan, a simple stroke of a single finger on clammy skin.

A hot swipe of his tongue upon pebbled skin makes her mind soar.

Temptation and lust take over her celebrated mind.

For he is her only sin.

Her soul is taken, she has surrendered.

How can he have her heart once more if he has stolen it before?

Searching kisses set her soul on fire, she feels a gut wrenching urgency.

She wants to cling to this feeling for as long as she can, she wants to touch, taste and worship for as long as he will let her.

His eyes lock on to hers and he sees the emotion he has been trying to avoid so well, he feels his heart beat faster as his soul recognises hers.

Love is a losing hand that he could finally win.

One last chance, for something so professed and profound.

She raises her hand to his face and brushes a lock of his hair away from his face, letting her hand linger behind his ear. His face shines in the moonlight and she swims in his icy grey eyes. For in those eyes a hidden warmth scorches her, making her burn for him.

Only him.

She feels him move deeper inside her, digging at her from within. Making her his as he has done so many times before. Marking her, never to be removed.

What’s inside will never die, a fusion of power. A part of two souls so alike yet so different.

A soul created in love.

A love both denied by both.

A crescendo of feelings builds within her as she raises her hips to meet his movements and she hears him chant her name over and over again, she finally peaks. The power of his touch brings tears to her eyes, she rides out the wave of emotion as he fills her, clinging to her sweetly humming body.

“I love you” he whispers.

She says nothing, a feeling of dread fills her.

He lies to keep her at least that‘s what he chooses to tell himself, she knows when she wakes she will be alone and he will be gone.

Her mind drifts to the one secret part of him she will always have. The one thing he can never taint or steal.

The thing she must keep secret.

He lays down next to her pulling her closer and inhaling her scent, kissing her shoulder lightly, willing her to sleep.

Spellbound by her beauty and grace, he longs to be the man whom she wants him to be.

He watches her fall gently to sleep, he moves effortlessly from the bed and dresses quickly.

“Goodbye Hermione.” he whispers.

He looks at her once more before he apparates, his heart full of sorrow and regret.

She sees him vanish from her sight.

“Goodbye Lucius.” she speaks aloud, knowing this will be the last she sees of him for a long time.

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Ok, so i do have several more chapters of this story written. Please review and let me know how this chapter faired. Thanks LadyV!x