Violations

Part 2 – The Next Morning




PartPart 2 – The Next
Morning

 

A tiny pair of
footsteps was making way towards the dining room. Lucius looked up from his
copy of the Daily Prophet just in time to see Jessica making her morning
entrance. She smiled at him half dreamily, clearly not remembering nor caring
that she’d bid him a sour goodnight the previous evening.

“Good morning, Jessica,” Lucius greeted
happily before taking a delicate sip of black coffee.

“Morning, Mr. Malfoy,” Jessica returned, sounding
far more cheerful than he’d anticipated. “A beautiful morning, isn’t it?”

Lucius cocked an eyebrow, secretly knowing
what could have placed her in such agreeable spirits. “Indeed,” he agreed. “I
trust you slept well.” He watched her carefully as he raised the edge of his
coffee mug to his lips again.

“Yes, thank you,” Jessica replied. “And
yourself?” Although she hardly cared whether or not Lucius had had a good
night’s sleep, she blamed her forthcoming pleasantness on the vivid dream she’d
had of Severus nibbling on her neck and kissing her in a new and uniquely
passionate way. She raised her fingers to her neck and gently began to stroke
the skin his lips had touched.

“Quite well,” Lucius answered and keenly
watched as Jessica began absentmindedly tracing her fingers up and down along
the trail of last night’s kisses. Lucius took a small bite of his croissant and
remembered feeling quite content going upstairs to Narcissa to fulfil the needs
his encounter with Jessica had generated.

“Have there been any messages for me?”
Jessica asked in a voice that was readily anticipating a disappointing answer.

“No,” Lucius said and shook his head like
Jessica knew he would. “But if you would like to sit down and write your dear
Severus before we begin today, I’ll have a quill and parchment brought to your
rooms.”

“I’d like that. Thank you,” she said quietly
before dropping her hand back to her lap.

“You’re quite welcome,” Lucius assured.
“While you are a guest in my Manor I intend to be most accommodating, as you
very well know.”

Jessica looked up at him with a trace of
shock in her eyes. The brand new sensation of being completely unaware of him
at an empathic level still left her feeling especially awkward and vulnerable.

“Why don’t you have yourself a spot of breakfast,”
he suggested. “Spell practice can be very exhausting work.” Lucius set his
coffee down on the table. “Dobby!” he bellowed.

Jessica jumped slightly at his voluminous
voice. Only a few seconds after he’d been summoned, the tiny house elf by the
name of Dobby entered the dinning room dressed in something that looked like an
old, tred red pillowcase.

“What does Master wish of Dobby?” he asked
in a high, squeaky voice.

“Miss Van Eden will be joining me for
breakfast,” he told the house elf without looking down at him. “Fix us
something appropriate, and bring her something to drink. Coffee? Tea, my dear?”
he asked, directing his question to Jessica.

“Tea, please,” she said. “With a touch of honey.”
Jessica looked over at Lucius as he turned a page in the paper and watched his
eyes scroll across the new page.

“Where is your wife this morning?” Jessica
questioned.

Lucius turned another page and his eyes
darted across the pages eagerly as if looking for a particular article. “She’s
down at the McKenzie manner having tea with some of the other ladies from the
neighbourhood,” he answered without looking up. “She wanted you to go along
with her, but I promised Severus I would keep a close eye on you and ensure
that your training is on schedule.”

“How responsible of you,” Jessica said
unenthusiastically, but Lucius didn’t appear to hear her sarcasm, or even a
single word of her response. His eyes stopped for a moment and he quickly began
perusing the article Jessica assumed he’d been looking for. His eyebrows bent
in speculation and Jessica wondered now more than ever what was going through
the man’s mind.

Still, she smiled to herself, it was worth
not knowing. Even if she’d known before hand what she had to sacrifice in order
to take Severus as her lover, Jessica would not have hesitated. Being and
empath and a telepath wasn’t nearly as rewarding as it was being the lover of
Severus Snape.

Jessica closed her eyes and rolled her neck
to the side as she glided the back of her hand across her throat again
remembering just how real it felt to have Severus’ lips graze across her last
night.

“Something amuses thee?” Lucius asked from
behind the newspaper. He peeked around the edge of the paper and watched
curiously.

“No,” she said and put a straight face on.
“Sorry, nothing.”

“There’s no need to feel embarrassed,” he
said. “You’ve got a charming smile. It’s a pity you don’t bear it more often.”