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Temptation	By : ceruleanblue Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1359 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lachlan was having a very pleasant dream involving tea, crumpets, and Remus Lupin dancing around in a pinafore when she was rudely awakened by a loud bang and a gruff voice cursing the ward at the back door. Ah. Reginald. What luck.
She�d been living with Reginald King for the past year and a half, and was beginning to discover what it felt like to fall in love. Or, so it seemed on the outside. She loved Reginald, she truly did, but he was so...predictable. Every morning, he�d get up at six, drink his tea, then apparate down to Diagon Alley where he was the proprietor at a small potions supply store. Then, every evening, at seven, he would pop in and sit in the overstuffed chair by the door, propping his feet up on the small ottoman.

At first, Lachlan had been thrilled that a man as somesome as Reginald was interested in her. He had jet black hair, bright blue eyes and a beautiful smile. However, she rarely saw that smile anymore, as he was constantly busy with keeping his small shop in business. The dimples she was so fond of rarely graced his handsome features anymore, replaced by a furrowed brow and lips pressed into a thin line.
He spent more and more time in front of the fire, usually nursing a stiff glass of Ogden�s Firewhiskey, scattered bits of parchment bearing the Potente Potions letterhead. It seemed that the profit figures were dwindling by the day, leaving Reginald with more frown lines and less money to live on. This financial stress seemed to transcend the office into his home life, making Lachlan increasingly wary about remaining in a close relationship with him. Before, she�d never seen Reginald so much as arch an eyebrow, and now any little thing sent him into uncontrollable rage and/or crying jags. It wasn�t his fault, but it did put a strain on their relationship.

�Tara, love. What have I told you about falling asleep in front of the fire?� Lachlan nodded sleepily and was quickly swept into Reginald�s arms. He placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead and scooped her up into his arms. Lachlan murmured sleepily and protested against his putting her in bed. She had more to do before she went to sleep for the night. In fact, she would probably be up well into the wee hours of the morning setting up her plan of attack for the capture of Sirius.

Sirius. Where did she come off calling him SIRIUS?! *I must be addled by sleep,* she mused. In truth, she had no idea why she had such a connection to the man, but it was starting to disturb her slightly. She�d always had a knack for getting inside the heads of her marks, and sometimes it haunted her day and night. With Black, she seemed to have this ill-placed attraction to him. She didn�t know if it was the lure of power or his roguish good looks, but the fact remained that she was attracted to him. This frightened her, knowing that she was so intensely attracted to a Death Eater. Reginald...what would Reginald think?

�What would Reginald think? Darling, are you awake?� With that soft voice crooning in her ear, she awoke with a start. What was she thinking? She couldn�t be dreaming of a convicted criminal while in the arms of the man she loved more than life itself. She loved Reginald. Loved him deeply. This was madness.

But Reginald was so...safe. Yes, that was it. Black was dangerous, wild, a rogue. And Reginald was none of those things. Her boyfriend represented all that was good, wholesome, and secure in the wizarding world. He was somewhat successful, despite his economic troubles at the moment, came from an upstanding family... He was, in a word, perfect. So why wasn�t she happy with him?
Reginald failed to excite her anymore. Sex had become perfunctory, an action performed out of habit rather than any true feeling or lust. Lachlan had resigned herself to this fact, guessing that this was the way that married couples felt. Of course, you couldn�t very well expect that having sex with the same person over and over would be exciting and lust inducing. It was merely a way of relieving stress and showing affection. Hell, that being said, she could just start baking on a regular basis.

Reginald tucked her into bed, his soft lips caressing her cheek lightly before he moved away. She could faintly hear the rustling of clothing as he stripped down to his boxers. She felt the bed dip slightly as he slid beside her, locking his arms around her protectively as he murmured into her hair endearments and other nonsense. Lachlan smiled in her dreamlike state, and imagined that it was Sirius Black doing the cuddling. She quickly rid herself of such nonsense. Just because he was gorgeous didn�t make it right. Howevshe she wasn�t attracted to Reginald as much as she used to be.
But the fact remained, despite any waning of torrid feelings, she was in love with Reginald. It might not have been flowery and epic like Lily and James Potter, but it was love nonetheless. And, she wasn�t going to let some silly schoolgirl crush on the bad boy in town ruin that for her. Reginald was her past, present, and future. She loved him. She LOVED him. So why was it so hard to tell herself that?

Lachlan awoke to snoring akin to a jackhammer drilling its way into her skull. She groaned and tried to get up, only to realize that she was imprisoned by a heavy arm and leg. She pushed at the sleeping Reginald, but it was a futile effort. He was firmly wrapped around her body and he wasn�t going to wake up any time soon. Lachlan�s boyfriend proved the very point she�d been making since she�d started sleeping with men: men were portable, snoring heaters that were impossible to wake and even more impossible to move.

�Reggie...Reg..� Lachlan tried to wedge her arm between Reginald�s heavy chest and her hip, but she only managed tt pit pinned tighter to the bed. Letting out a breath she didn�t know she was holding, she gave up and relaxed her body. Eventually, he�d move. Sooner or later. She just hoped it was sooner rather than later. As if someone was looking out for her up above, Reginald rolled over, effectively freeing her from the bed. Lachlan popped up quickly and looked around for her robe. It was already six, and she needed to figure out her course of action before heading out around nine.

Finally finding her robe thrown across a chair in the guest room, Lachlan drew it tight against her body and gathered up her files on Black. She needed to find out exactly where he was before she just went off randomly apparating. Studying the latest reconnaissance from undercover Ministry agents, it seemed that Black was still in London, laying low until he could find a way back to Hogwarts and Harry Potter. Lachlan decided that the best course of action would be to track his movements throughout Muggle London, then, if the need arose, arrange for accommodations in Hogsmeade or even Hogwarts in order to ensure the safety of the Boy who lived.

For now, however, she would settle for pouring over old files while brewing a cup of very strong tea. Rain was falling softly outside, causing all sorts of interesting pitter patter noises against the thick, frosted windows. For a steady hour and a half, the only noise throughout Lachlan�s small flat was made by the rain against the windows, the low whistle of the kettle, and the occasional flip of documents and photographs in the three thick dossiers spread across the mahogany coffee table.

Deciding that most intelligence pointed towards Black�s presence in London, Lachlan closed her files and yawned lightly before heading back to her bedroom. As she opened the door, Reginald stretched and opened his eyes, his lips forming a rare smile as he patted the space besidm. m. Lachlan shook her head, she had entirely too much to do this morning to enjoy a quick romp between the sheets. Besides, to tell the honest truth, she really wasn�t in the mood to have sex with Reginald after thinking about Sirius Black for the past two hours.

�Not now, darling. I have to go into the city today.� Reginald shrugged and went to pull his robes out of the closet they shared. Lachlan sighed tiredly and went to dress herself, taking care to wear Muggle clothing rather than her traditional Ministry robes. She might as well start on the undercover business.

�Oh, Reginald?� Reginald pivoted on his foot and smiled at Lachlan invitingly.

�What, darling?� Lachlan sighed. Telling Reginald that she couldn�t have him around until she caught Sirius Black would kill him. However, this was her flat, not his. Just because he spent most of his time here didn�t change the fact that he had his own flat not two kilometers from hers. If he wanted to continue to live magically, which she assumed he would, he would simply have to stay at his own place.

�Fudge wants me to go undercover, live like a Muggle. It's just until I catch that bastard, Black. So, I had to de-magic the entire flat and I can't very well have you apparating in all the time. I'll be sleeping at your flat most nights from now on." Reginald looked upset, but seemed to quickly mask it with a smile. He kissed Lachlan lightly on the cheek and went out into the now-pouring rain.
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