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The Raven's Song	By : Quills Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The weekend had flown by far too fast. Lyra and Sirius had stolen every moment available to them, but with the constant bustle of members of the Order streaming in and out of Grimmauld Place those had been few and far between.

Now, Monday morning had arrived and it was time for her to leave the sanctity of his arms and face up to all that awaited her at the Ministry.

Lyra dared not look directly at Sirius as they followed Kingsley Shacklebolt and Arthur Weasley into the narrow hallway. The two wizards were to Apparate with her to the Ministry, for they too were expected there for work. No-one would bat an eyelid at the three of them walking in together if they showed no sign of friendship, for the hectic nature of early mornings at the Ministry meant that thousands of witches and wizards passed through the Atrium.

Despite the fact they she was still not looking at him, she could feel Sirius’s intent stare raking across her and a shiver of delight ran down the length of her spine. Far from sating her lust for him, each time they were together only sent her hunger spiralling higher. To her deep unease, she was already coming to the unsettling realisation that she would never be able to get enough of him; for when he nonchalantly rested his hand in the small of her back to guide her towards the door, a twist of emotion shot through her aching body with enough force that she stumbled and her breath caught in her throat.

“Hey,” Sirius said softly, only the arch of his eyebrows betraying that anything other than a fledgling friendship had passed between them. “You alright there, Lyra?”

Kingsley and Arthur both turned back towards them as she quickly nodded, fighting to calm the blaze of heated blood that had streaked across her face.”I’m fine, honestly. I just haven’t slept all that well over the weekend, but I’ll be okay once I get to work.”

Only she heard the soft groan that Sirius unleashed as his fists clenched at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to her. “Maybe you should stay here today,” he suggested, his voice calm despite the conflict she saw in his dark eyes. “If you’re not up to going in –“

“I have to. Madam Bones is expecting me, and Dumbledore seems to think that everything is going to kick off in the next couple of weeks. I have to be there, Sirius.”

He grimaced, but it was Kingsley who spoke next. “”You will be safe in the office, Miss Menadue,” he said, his deep voice steady and confident. “Malfoy cannot touch you in front of everyone else, and either Arthur or I will happen to pass by when it is time for you to leave tonight. All you need do is focus on your job today.”

Dumbledore had told the rest of the Order of Lucius’s interest in her. Though he had kindly glossed over all the finer details, they were all now well aware of the extents he could be prepared to go to in order to get her alone again.

Kingsley’s words made good sense, but Sirius’s scowl tightened as she turned back towards him. Though all she wanted was to move back into his possessive hold, she simply tossed a throwaway smile in his direction and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight then. Have a good day, Sirius.”

“Cleaning up the mess that my foul mother left behind?” His face soured. “I shall delight in it, I am sure. Take care of yourself, Lyra.” Without even giving her a chance to reply he turned on his heel and stalked back towards the kitchen.

Her face contorted, for the thought of leaving him on such terms was agonising; but Kingsley and Arthur were waiting for her. She could not even give a hint of her troubled emotions as they opened the door and ushered her outside before, as one, they Apparated away.

There was no sign of Lucius waiting for her in the Atrium, and by the time that Kingsley delivered her to her office with one last whispered reassurance, Lyra found herself breathing freely once more. Sirius’s words were troubling her, but she had to push them to the back of her mind and concentrate on her work – Circe willing, they would have ample opportunity come the night to talk about his clear reticence to let her leave Grimmauld Place.

There was plenty of work piled up on her desk to distract her, and she barely even noticed the passing of time until her colleagues began to stream out of the office in search of their lunch. Lyra stretched her arms out above her head with a low sigh as she debated following them, but then an all-too distinctive voice rippled through the emptying office.

It was Lucius.

She clapped her hand to her mouth to stifle a panicked cry and sunk down low in her chair as her eyes darted about for some escape, but already she knew that there was none. He had placed himself between her and the only exit as he stopped in front of the desk of the senior assistant, Mafalda Hopkirk.

Lyra slowly reached for her wand, even though she knew she dared not pull it on Lucius in front of the witches and wizards still in the office. Hot and dizzy, she could think of nothing to do but try to calm the frenetic pounding of her heart and listen to his words; and his clipped, precise voice carried easily towards her, its silken syllables seemingly for her alone even though it was Mafalda he ostensibly spoke to.

“Good afternoon, Miss Hopkirk. Now, last night I was researching some family history and it seems my great-great-grandfather was a member of the Wizengamot; is there any chance I could study some of the cases he sat upon?”

“Of course – and I’m sure our junior secretary will be pleased to help you,” Mafalda suggested brightly. “Miss Menadue?”

Lyra’s stomach lurched, but she could not ignore the direct summons. Her hand tightened around her wand as she slowly twisted in her seat to look up into Lucius’s triumphant eyes as he and the other witch came towards her. “Y-yes, Miss Hopkirk?”

“Escort Mr. Malfoy to the vault and help him search for the paperwork he needs.”

She swallowed hard and looked around again, but no rescue was forthcoming. “I was about to go and have lunch, Miss Hopkirk –“

Lucius came to a halt behind her chair and laid a hand on her shoulder. To her consternation, her skin felt as it was aflame beneath his touch. “Then I would be delighted to take you to luncheon afterwards in thanks for your time, Miss Menadue,” he said. His grey eyes glinted with amusement, for he and Lyra both knew that he had manoeuvred her into an inescapable corner.

But even as Mafalda wandered back to her desk, Lyra stayed obstinately in her chair, refusing to take the hand he held out to pull her to her feet. Lucius’s eyes narrowed when she jerked her head from side to side and his fingers tightened around her shoulder. “Now, pet,” he murmured.

Again, she shook her head in desperation.

He leaned in towards her on the pretext of retrieving a quill he had deliberately dropped on her desk, an implacable smile on his face even as his hand closed around her arm under the shield of his billowing cloak and pressed down hard enough to leave a bruise. “Come with me, Lyra, or I will tell them all exactly where I found you last time we were together.”

What choice did she have?

Fury flashed in her eyes as he took her hand and pulled her towards him, his fingers lingering against hers for far too long. “Don’t,” she hissed, painfully aware that she could not speak too loud. “I’m coming with you, Malfoy, as we need to talk – but don’t you dare touch me.”

Lucius’s smile widened. “Not yet, no.”

Lyra sucked in a sharp breath as he placed her hand in the crook of his arm and together they swept out of the office, away from the security of the watchful company and towards the abandoned vault where the paperwork stretching back hundreds of years was filed away. Being held by him was enough to leave her light-headed, but though she retained the composure to slip her wand out of her pocket, there was nothing she could do with it until they reached the vault.

But before she even caught her breath, he shut the door to seal them in.

Panic began to spiral inside her. “Lumos!” she cried and directed her wand in a sweeping arc, but as quickly as she lit the candles that lined the wall, he extinguished them, leaving only one alight to gently illuminate only the darkness around the pair of them. “That’s better,” Lucius said softly, backing her up towards the towering boxes behind them. “No slipping away from me this time, Lyra.”

“I-I’ll find what you need and take it back to the office –“

“No, you won’t,” he interrupted her. He slashed his wand through the air and hers fell to the floor with a loud clatter before rolling away into the black. “I don’t care about the papers. I intend to uncover something far more titillating than my family’s history, pet.”

Her tongue darted out nervously. “Like what?”

“Like you.”

Lyra froze, but Lucius did not; instead, he closed the remaining distance between them and pushed his ornate walking cane into her body to trap her against the boxes as he pressed his face up against hers.

“Lyra,” he breathed. “Lyra, are you going to remove the robes fortunate enough to be kissing your bare body or will I have the pleasure of doing so for you?”

She struggled against the cane and his grey eyes darkened rapidly, much to her frustration. But when he slipped his wand back into the cane and cupped her face in the palm of his hand, a shudder of forceful desire raced through her veins that she was convinced could only have one explanation.

With a strangled cry, she summoned up all her strength and thrashed against him to free herself of the restraint of the cane. When he stumbled back wrong-footed, she darted away from him and into the darkness. “What spell did you just use on me, Malfoy?” she hissed, fear and fury mingling inside her jumbled mind along with the low throb of lust that she could not deny, not even to herself.

He laughed delightedly as he began to prowl around her in ever-decreasing circles, his keen eyes narrowed to see her in the gloom. “Spell? Pet, there is no spell save for the mutual desire that exists between us.”

“No...no spell?” she echoed in disbelief.

“No spell,” Lucius confirmed in evident satisfaction. He whipped out his wand again and with one long stride was at her side once more. He pressed the tip of his wand against her throat. “I thought perhaps I could use the Imperius charm, pet, or perhaps even slip you a powerful dose of Amortentia. But I decided against it.”

Lyra groaned softly, not daring to move even in the least when she could feel the cold tip of his wand still resting against her jugular vein. “Why?” she whispered, keeping as still as she possibly could.

“Because this is far more my style, Lyra. Forcing you to be mine is far too brash and indelicate. I want you in my bed because you can fight this desire no more, not because I have tricked you there.”

“Then you will have a long wait, Lucius!”

“Lucius now?” A smug smile drew back his lips as he tilted his head to the side. “Somehow, I do not think I will have to wait all that long.”

She closed her eyes and he took instant advantage by capturing her slender jaw in the palm of his hand once more. When his thumb drifted across her lips and gently parted them, Lyra cried out despite herself and shook from head to toe. “Don’t, please! I’ll tell Dumbledore –“

“That doddering old fool?” Lucius laughed as his fingers came to rest against her cheek and turned her face to the side. “Lyra, my lovely, he is nothing compared to me. His former allies cannot be rid of their association with him fast enough, whereas I have the Minister himself in my pocket. If you continue to refuse me then all it will take is a few words to have you transferred to my department to work...underneath me, shall we say?”

The double entendre was all too apparent, but it was the all too real threat that frightened her the most. It would drive Sirius crazy, and just as bad was the fact that any transfer away from the Wizengamot would render her useless to the Order. She had to persuade him not to follow through on his threat, whatever it took.

“Lucius...” Lyra furiously blinked back a sudden wave of tears and allowed her body to give into its compulsion to arch into him. “Lucius, please don’t. I love my job –“

“And you are very good at it, from all I’ve heard. I’m sure we can come to some arrangement for me not to speak out, Lyra. Can you think of anything that might persuade me not to do so?”

“How - how much do you want from me?”

With a throaty chuckle, he lowered his head. “I want everything from you, pet; but for now, a kiss will suffice to stay my hand a while longer.”

“J-just a kiss?”

“For now.”

She did not want to kiss him, for she knew that it would be a betrayal of all that was growing between her and Sirius – but Lyra could see no other option. Her stomach churned, but the distinct twist of fresh lust that rushed through her when Lucius lowered his wand and tilted her head up towards his quenched her nausea.

She sighed and readied herself for what must come, but before their lips could meet a sharp knock on the door startled them apart as it swung open. Light flooded into the vault and they both blinked rapidly as the shape of a witch filled the doorway. “Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy,” Amelia Bones said crisply. “Have you quite finished with my secretary now?”

He clenched his hand around his cane where it hovered an inch off the floor at his side, black thunder descending over his face as he backed away from Lyra and smiled tightly. “Hello, Madam Bones. Miss Menadue was assisting me with some family history research –“

“Well, Miss Menadue is really very busy with her own work, and as it happens I have a pressing need of her assistance with some paperwork for an upcoming case. If you wish to use my staff members for your own end, then perhaps you could contact wizarding resources to make a more formal arrangement. Lyra?”

Amazed by her superior’s cool dismissal of the dark wizard, Lyra darted towards her and finally released the breath she had not realised she was holding. “Yes, Madam?”

“Come with me.”

But before she could leave, Lucius’s hand shot out to close around her arm again. “One more thing, Miss Menadue,” he said, ice cold fury in every curt syllable he spoke. “You dropped your wand.”

She shivered as he bent down to retrieve it and pressed it into her hand, his eyes fixed on hers unblinkingly. Lyra knew in that moment that Amelia’s timely interruption had only served to delay the inevitable.
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