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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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Lucius groaned loudly as he effortlessly parted her lips with a deep thrust of his tongue, paying no heed to her struggles. Lyra feared that they were only arousing him all the more, for when he crushed her against the wall she could feel the hard line of his cock pushing insistently up against her stomach. She stilled her efforts in a desperate attempt to re-gather her wits, and he instantly took advantage by resting his hand on the nape of her neck to keep her mouth open against his.

The touch of his fingers against her bare skin brought back to her all the memories of the first kiss they had shared; the kiss she had tried so hard to forget, for Lucius had been right. She had thrilled in it more than any other kiss before, despite the fact that she had neither permitted it nor even known the identity of the man who had kissed her with such passion. Now that she did, though, she was all the more determined not to let him take all he so clearly wanted to from her.

When his tongue wrapped around hers and he released her wrists to push his hand in between their feverish bodies, the compulsion to fight him gave her a fresh burst of energy. Grimly setting her body’s reaction to him aside, she began to struggle against him once more as he lifted her off her feet and restrained her against the wall with the weight of his body alone.

With the greatest of efforts, she twisted her head to the side and broke the kiss. “Get the hell away from me, Malfoy!”

“Oh, I think not.” His voice was no more than a low, hoarse hiss that was loaded with lust. “I want you, Lyra, and I am not a man accustomed to being denied. Now, are you ready to agree to leave here with me or do you need more persuasion?”

“I’m going nowhere with you!”

His thin lips curved back into a cold and menacing smile. “But you are, Lyra – willingly or not, it is my bed you will be sharing tonight. I am not averse to lingering here a while longer, though, not when I finally have you in my arms again and entirely at my mercy.”

Lyra could do nothing to prevent Lucius from transferring his mouth to the side of her throat and branding the soft skin he found there with the force of his kiss. With one hand pressed over her mouth to silence her, he reached beneath her robes and roughly wrenched her dress open to slip his hand underneath it as his face reddened with dark, lustful hunger. The intimate caress of his fingers upon her breasts wrenched a cry of outrage from her still parted lips; and when he captured her nipple and pinched it sharply, she choked back the loud moan that had threatened to fly from her mouth and instead took advantage of his distraction to duck out from underneath his arm.

In desperation, Lyra fled. Each step she took away from him brought her wits rushing back to her; horrified by the way in which her treacherous body had responded to the stolen kiss against her will, she dashed away from him as his furious shouts echoed in the corridor behind her.

“Lyra! Do not think that I will let you escape me a second time!” he roared, sending red bolts of light erupting from the end of his wand to smash into the wall above her head. She cried out and rolled to the floor to evade it before leaping back up and finally pulling her own wand out.

She dared not shoot directly at him. All she could do was fervently hope that the rapid stream of jinxes that flew from her wand were enough to make it impossible for him to get near enough to catch hold of her before she reached the safety of the upper levels of the Ministry. Dizzy and wrong-footed, she stumbled upwards as all the while she fired over her shoulder in the direction of Lucius’s continued shouts of rage.

Adrenalin pounded through her painfully tense body, giving her the strength to throw herself towards the last door and dive through it just as he lunged at her. With a fresh burst of speed, she rolled into the empty lift and locked the cage door shut with her wand as it lurched into motion, leaving Lucius and the Department of Mysteries behind.

Still, though, she could not relax. Lyra did not think for even a moment that he would cease his pursuit of her so quickly, not after seeing the fury and lust that burned so ominously in his cold eyes. Sure enough, when she emerged into the Atrium whilst battling to recompose herself for fear of arousing suspicion, Lucius was exiting a lift on the opposite side.

His wand was tightly clenched in his hand, for they both knew he could do nothing openly – but his eyes were fixed upon her and he was already stalking towards her through the crowds that parted before the fury on his pale face.

Her heart racing wildly out of time as her lips still burned in memory of his kiss, Lyra wove through the mass of witches and wizards from the rank of fireplaces that lined the walls. Their bright green flames called to her with whispered promises of escape, and she blinked back a wave of furious tears as she sped towards them.

Lucius was still cleaving a path in her direction, his countenance growing ever darker – he had evidently realised her intent and was determined to catch her before she could reach the fireplaces. The urge to blast him aside in furious revenge for all the liberties he had taken and the fear he had caused her grew stronger by the moment, but she knew that her focus had to be upon her flight. Her new responsibility to the Order meant she could not even dare dream of attacking him so openly in the middle of the Ministry; but were it not for that, she didn’t think that anything could hold her back.

And then she was there. Lyra hurtled to the head of the queue, gasping apologies for whoever would hear them and snatching up a handful of silvery Floo powder as she doubled over. There was no time even to fight for breath, for Lucius was almost upon her.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she tossed the powder into the flames. Pausing only to call out her destination she leapt into the comforting warmth of the fire and let it sweep her away from all that had threatened to consume her, revelling in the disorientating spin for it meant that she was safe.

Lyra tumbled out of the flames to see the familiar sanctity of her home in front of her. She collapsed onto the bare floorboards in front of the fireplace, but belatedly she realised that shouting out the name of her little cottage in the Atrium had been the very worst thing she could have done; for Lucius had been gaining on her with every step. If he had overheard her, then he could be coming any moment.

Far from being safe, she was now in even more danger than before.

Lyra could think of only one place to go. With a loud sob, she forced herself to concentrate and thought of Grimmauld Place.
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