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Chapter Seventeen – Love: Lost and Reborn
Weeks had
gone by and still Jessica was without a single letter from Snape. Letters had
come from Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall and even Gilderoy Lockhart had
written her on one occasion. Since arriving at the Malfoy manor, Jessica had
gone from writing Snape almost daily, then to only once or twice a week, and
now, in the bitter end of January, each of her letters to Hogwarts were
addressed to the Headmaster. If it weren’t for her great uncle’s short, but touching
responses, Jessica would have been convinced that the Basilisk had done away
with Snape.
On the
contrary, Albus was very pleased to mention that there had not been an attack
since prior to Christmas. Although Lockhart had mentioned in his letter that he
had single-handedly frightened the monster away for good, Jessica found herself
laughing aloud at the thought of his capability to remotely frighten any breed
of reptile.
“Begging
you pardon, Miss Van Eden,” she heard a soft, squeaky voice say. Jessica looked
over to see Pinky there at the door. “Master is waiting for you to join him for
your lesson.”
She groaned aloud. “Is it that
time already?” she said rather unenthusiastically.
“It’s a quarter after seven,
Miss,” Pinky confirmed.
In another attempt to irritate
Lucius by flaunting her taste for Muggle fashion, Jessica put on a pair of blue
jeans and a plain, long sleeved shirt. Before proceeding to her next dueling
lesson she had a look at herself in the mirror.
It had been far too long since
she’d felt comfortable in her street clothes. She turned to the side and
admired the curvy body she hadn’t seen in a long time. Although her robes were
quite elegant, they did nothing to flatter her figure like Muggle clothing did.
Under normal circumstances, Jessica would have done anything to point Lucius’
keen eye away from her, but she was completely convinced that he would be so
appalled by the Muggle clothing that he’d not be able to see past it.
Jessica grabbed her wand from her
bedside table and left to meet Lucius. He was pacing when she arrived in the
ballroom that had been transformed into a suitable environment for dueling.
“You’re late,” he said and turned around to face her.
Exactly as she had predicted, a
disgusted look appeared on his face when he saw the clothes she was wearing.
His lips quivered as if he were about to say something, but in the end he just
signed and turned away.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized
half-heartedly.
“Are you ready?”
Jessica looked up at Lucius with newfound loathing
and eyed him dangerously. “Yes, I am.”
“Good. What I’m going to
teach you now is another Disabling Charm. Should all go well, your opponent
will lose not only his wand, but his ability to strike back for a short amount
of time.” He cocked an eyebrow and held his wand out in front of him. “Just
fair warning, you will collapse to the floor and lose almost all feeling in
your body until the spell wears off.”
Out of either fear or
anxiety, Jessica’s heart missed another beat. “For how long?” she asked.
“Not long,” Lucius assured. “Just
long enough for me to get away. Thirty, forty seconds at the most.”
“All right,” she agreed
softly. “But turn about is fair play. Severus has already taught me some nasty
curses.”
“I have no doubt,” Lucius said.
He cleared his throat and stepped forward. “On three.”
Jessica wasn’t sure if this was
going to be as painful as some of the other attacks had been. She prepared
herself for the worst and held on to her wand as tight as she could.
“One. Two. Desarmaras!”
Jessica squeezed her eyes shut
just as the spell hit her. It happened precisely as he had described. She fell
backwards and hit the floor without feeling a thing. Moments afterwards she saw
Lucius standing over her with a smug look on his face.
No matter how hard she tried, Jessica
couldn’t move a muscle. She couldn’t even blink the dryness from her eyes. It
felt like more than just thirty or forty seconds had gone by before she finally
had some feeling in her limbs. She wiggled her fingers and swallowed hard
before trying to get up.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Lucius asked and helped her up to her feet. He handed Jessica’s wand to her and
stood behind her until she could balance on her own. She turned her head so
that her cheek was almost pillowed against his chest. Lucius stood still with
one hand at her waist and the other over her opposite shoulder.
Either she didn’t mind his
assistance or she didn’t have enough feeling in her torso to realize how close
he was holding her against him. Lucius enjoyed every moment of their embrace
and watched her face carefully. He hoped that some of the effects of the Black
Orb would seize her soon enough.
As the warmth of his body spread
to hers, Jessica tilted her head up and she closed her eyes. She took a gentle
breath of the alluring aroma surrounding her and her lips breathed a single
word in silence.
Severus.
She missed him so badly. So badly that in her weakness she found
content in the warm embrace of the man he sent her away to be with.
Lucius.
Lucius!
Dear Merlin!
Jessica’s eyes opened at
once and she immediately stepped away from him, bewildered and in total
disbelief that she’d allowed her body to be drawn to his.
“I’m sorry,” she quickly
apologized. “I didn’t mean it. I just…”
What had she done?
Was she so desperate to remember what it felt like to be in Severus’ arms that
she’d allow herself to seek comfort in the arms of the man she both feared and
loathed?
“It’s all right,” Lucius
said causally. “After being subject to the effects of the Desarmaras Charm,
you’re bound to experience a loss of equilibrium.”
Jessica’s mouth hung open
slightly as Lucius stepped away from her and walked back to the other side of
the mat. She found it to be rather fortunate that Lucius had only thought she’d
lost her balance when she had moved her body against his.
She brushed her hands
down her jeans as if to wipe the reminiscence of his closeness away. And if she
knew how, Jessica would have removed every trace of his cologne from her
clothing. As arousing as it was, she did not want to have to be reminded of him
with every breath of Ardour.
Although, being that
close to him felt just as arousing as she imagined in her dreams of him. He was
warm, and she could feel a blaze of excitement rush through her body upon
contact.
Enough! Jessica warned herself.
It was foolish to think that Lucius Malfoy could arouse her. She hated him!
Didn’t she?
Yes.
He’s a Death Eater. Perhaps even the very Death Eater who
murdered my mother… or, the Death Eater who took me from my home and dropped me
at the feet of my father. Even now, Lucius would hand me over to his Dark Lord
if he were strong enough to finish me off.
“Are you ready to
hit me with Desarmaras?” Lucius asked.
Jessica casually
shrugged her shoulder. “I suppose I am.”
“Good. Take your position.” Jessica held her own
wand out in defense as he had instructed. “Des-arm-ar-as” he said slowly.
Jessica couldn’t have cared less if she didn’t
pronounce the word correctly and caused something else to happen to Lucius, but
she was more eager to be finished with the lesson than have to repeat spells
and curses all night long.
“Desarmaras!” she shouted and watched the
tip of her wand ignite. For one brief moment the entire room filled with a
brilliant white light. Jessica lifted her arms to shield her eyes from the
reflections bouncing from the walls of mirrors.
When she opened her eyes,
Lucius was on the other side, face down on the mat. His hair was all to one
side and his face was pressed awkwardly into the mat.
“Dear Merlin,” she said to herself and approached
Lucius. She waited for nearly half a minute before calling his name. “Lucius?”
she said softly.
She could see that he was
breathing but the way he was laying against the mats didn’t make it look like
he could breath very easily. Jessica knelt down next to him and rolled him over
onto his back.
Over a minute had gone by
since she had disarmed him, yet he still appeared completely paralyzed. She
watched his body carefully for a moment, looking for any sign of movement.
“Lucius, are you all
right?” Jessica asked and shook him gently.
He began to moan as if
she had woken him from a deep sleep. His eyes began to open and he looked up at
Jessica with a peculiar expression on his face.
“Who taught you to do that?” he asked.
Holding her hand behind
his neck to elevate him slightly, Jessica lifted him just enough to set his
shoulders on her knees. “I don’t know what you mean. Who taught me what?”
He groaned again. “I
assume that because I can’t move my arms or legs, you somehow managed to take
the spell to another level. That is a task not easily managed, even by the
greatest of wizards.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know
what happened,” Jessica said truthfully.
Lucius ground his teeth together and groaned as he
tried to get up. Jessica saw his knee fidget and then collapse a second later.
“Take it easy,” Jessica
said as she hoisted him up into a sitting position. “You said yourself that the
effects will wear off eventually.” She let the back of his shoulders
rest against her chest and watched as he began to flex his fingers.
“Well, I’m delighted you didn’t take the
opportunity to flee,” Lucius said. “You must have placed enough trust in me to
know that I’m not going to turn around and place you in a body-bind as soon as
I’m back on my feet. Although, I’m quite tempted,” he teased.
His jaunty approach
wrought a smile on Jessica’s face. She temporarily dismissed the desire she had
to loath him when the fruity essence of his hair aroused her senses. She let a
strand of the long blonde wisps touch her cheek. It was soft and tickled her
neck.
“Are you ready to stand?”
she asked when she saw his boot bouncing up and down.
“Yes, I believe so,”
Lucius answered. He slowly pulled his knees up together and pushed back on
Jessica. She pulled him up under his arms and once he was up she walked around to
his front and finally let go. He wobbled slightly and then went to take one
step forward.
His foot came down in front of Jessica, and when he
went to take another step, his body fell forward and Jessica caught him before
he fell again. “Whoa,” she cried as his weight came down on her. Jessica fell
back and Lucius toppled over her.
“Perhaps we moved to
quickly,” Lucius whispered. “I’m dreadfully sorry,” he apologized after
realizing he had her pinned to the floor in a missionary position. “I really
didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said quite seriously, although he didn’t
let the opportunity to feel her this close to him slip away in vain.
Jessica quickly slithered out from under him and
jumped to her feet. This time she watched from a few feet away as Lucius stood
himself up. She backed up against the wall and stood still as he regained all
feeling in his limbs. In the time it took him to compose himself, Jessica
closed her eyes and reflected on what had just happened.
Something she did caused
the spell to intensify. She had never done that before in any of their training
lessons, nor had she ever helped him up after disarming him. It was almost
terrifying being so close to him and then ending up caged beneath him, but at
the same time…
“Dear Merlin,” she whispered to herself as she
remembered her last vivid dream of him. She compared the feel of his body
pressed against her in the dream to the reality of being beneath him on the
floor. In her dreams she allowed Lucius to arouse her, knowing that it was only
a dream. Now… today… right here… his closeness aroused her just the same.
Terrified of the thought
of wanting to be so close to Lucius and angry at herself for feeling this way
for him, Jessica kept her eyes squeezed shut and reminded herself just how appalling
this was becoming. She didn’t want Lucius, but her body was begging to know if
this man was just as superb in reality as he was in her dreams.
Lucius tossed his hair
behind his shoulders and straightened up in a dignified manner. He eyed Jessica
and saw that she was still a little shaken. He stepped up to her and offered
her his hand. “Are you all right, Jessica?” he asked while still maintaining a
respectable distance from her.
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
“Just fine.”
Jessica watched in shock as her hand reached out to
take his. He helped her back onto the mat and began walking with her to the
doors. “I think perhaps we’ve had enough for today,” he decided. “This evening
you may continue with your reading. After dinner either Narcissa or I will review
along with you.”
“All right,” Jessica
agreed. She looped her wand through the belt loops of her blue jeans and then
looked hopefully into Lucius’ eyes. She gave him a dispirited look of wanting,
yearning and agony – and he saw right through it.
When he sighed Jessica
knew right away that he knew something was troubling her, perhaps even exactly
what might be troubling her.
Impossible, Jessica told herself, he
couldn’t possibly know what’s troubling me. He can’t see into my dreams.
She looked up into his pale
blue eyes like a frightened girl ready to receive a scolding. His mere
curiosity frightened her and his suddenly overpowering presence intimidated
her. Jessica was considerably shorter than he was which only added to the
frightened child inside her.
“For one moment,” Lucius
began in the softest voice Jessica had ever heard surpass his lips, “may we put
our differences aside long enough for you to tell me what it is I can do to
make your stay here more enjoyable? I don’t want to keep seeing you mope about
the manor.”
Her fear of him slowly
subsided until all that remained was the awkward desire to be closer to him.
“We’re not so different, you and I,” she found herself saying. “You’ve been
nothing but kind and generous towards me since the moment I arrived, and for
that I am grateful. Quite honestly I feared that you would be the man I mistook
you for when we met last year. You’ve already done everything you can to make
me feel happy and welcome. It’s just that…” She turned her gaze from his eyes
to his lips and then closed her eyes, not wanting to be lured into the awful
temptation.
“Just what?”
Lucius encouraged. He took one step closer to her and turned her chin up with
his gloved hand, touching his fingers to her as little as possible.
Jessica looked anxiously between each of his eyes and then
closed her hands around his. “I’ve been away from Severus for a long time now,
and I think my longing for him is playing some nasty tricks on me in my sleep.
I long to be with him, but in his absence… I find myself…”
I can’t believe I’m
thinking of telling him this, Jessica said to herself. No, I can’t. I cannot tell him
about my dreams, but I can neither go on pretending that he doesn’t entertain
my thoughts and desires.
“I understand,” Lucius
said.
“No, I don’t think you
do.” Jessica absentmindedly squeezed her hands tight around his glove. She
neglected to notice that her fingers were rubbing the brown leather
affectionately as she spoke. “I do want you to understand that I love Severus
very much,” she said, “and being here with you… I somehow find myself wanting
to be reminded of what it feels
like to be loved, and to be held, and…”
Jessica’s voice trailed
off as she took the closing stride towards Lucius and stepped up on her tiptoes
before closing her eyes and touching her lips to his. She kissed him softly
once for a little while until she realized that he was not returning her kiss.
Although his lips remained motionless, Lucius did not step away or push her
back. He stood patiently and watched her as she backed down and took her hands
off of him.
“I’m very sorry,” Jessica apologized sincerely. “I
– I don’t know what I was thinking. Forgive me.” She started to walk around him
but felt Lucius’ hands come around her shoulders and stop her from leaving. He
held her right in front of him and gazed down at her with a serious expression
on his face.
“I believe I know what
you were thinking,” Lucius said, “but as lonely as you may feel, that gives you
no right to be so bold as to kiss a married man.”
Jessica shed a shameful tear and raised her hand to wipe it
away.
Before she could, Lucius
brought his finger to her cheek and wiped it for her. He lifted her chin again
and sighed as he looked at her reddened eyes. “I know you love Severus, and I
understand it must have been very difficult to say what you just said to me.
Don’t feel ashamed for feeling the way you do, you are human, you are in
love, and you have been neglected. What you are going through right now is
perfectly normal.” Lucius brought his hands down to coil around her shoulders.
“After I kiss you, perhaps you will walk away with enough guilt on your
conscience to realize that you’ll never again want to betray the man you truly
love.”
Before Jessica could
respond to his words, Lucius slanted his head down and settled his lips on top
of hers. Jessica was taken aback by the hot, heavy motion of his lips stroking
over hers and the strong, gloved fingers
wrapping around the back of her neck. As Lucius held her close Jessica didn’t
even think of pulling back. His kiss in reality felt as warm and intense as it
did in her dreams. Jessica weaved her hands through his hair and opened her
mouth to him when his tongue began to stroke softly against her bottom lip. She
moaned low in her throat and took one more quick breath before Lucius framed
her face in his hands and kissed deep in her mouth as her hands came down and
grasped his broad shoulders.
When his tongue touched
hers Jessica gave into the sensations that were rushing through her body. The
heat that suffused her limbs spread quickly and invaded her core. Jessica
turned hot, wanting to feel his hands upon her body.
Frightened by her fierce
desires Jessica pulled back quickly. Lucius looked anything but surprised,
rather satisfied that she’d broken the kiss first. What she was unaware of was
how close he had been to fulfilling her desires by taking her into his arms and
filling his hands with her generous curves.
His serious expression
reminded Jessica of his last words. She thought of Severus and how she had just
betrayed him by taking pleasure in a kiss from another man, and a married man
at that. Consumed with guilt, just as Lucius had predicted, Jessica brought her fingers to her lips to
wipe the feel of his kiss away.
She squeezed her eyes
shut realizing that she wanted his taste to linger on her lips and in her mouth
just a little bit longer. Jessica sniffed, torn between wanting to hold Lucius
again and honouring Severus by never touching Lucius again.
Lucius touched his own
lips. He eyed Jessica carefully and released a heavy breath before speaking.
“There was a time when I desperately wanted to be the man chosen to take you as
a wife, Jessica,” he confessed. “The day Voldemort announced he had a daughter,
one who he wanted to give to his most faithful follower, I got down on my knees
and swore that I would do anything to have you.” He picked his cloak up and tied it
neatly around him. “That was before I had even seen how beautiful you were.
Without even knowing you, I loved you for many years, Jessica. I wanted you
purely because I thought I’d never find a woman who was willing to love and
marry me once she found out what I was. Now, I’ve found the woman I never
thought existed and I am very lucky to have her. Please Jessica,” he looked
desperately into her eyes. “Please, understand that if tempted again, I don’t
know if I’ll be able to resist you.”
She was startled by the
confession she had just heard. Lucius Malfoy had been in love with her since
the day she was born! Jessica looked at him and nodded, declaring a silent
agreement that she’d not tempt him again.
“Good,” he said and
reached for his cane leaning against the wall. Before leaving he bent his head
down to Jessica’s ear. “You are beautiful,” he whispered in assurance. “Severus
is a very lucky man to have you.”
Before he straightened
up, Lucius put his hand to her chin and touched a single kiss to Jessica’s
cheek. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard, knowing that this would be the
last time she ever felt his lips upon her.
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