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Shortcut through Knockturn Alley	By : InfernalParadise Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Shortcut through Knockturn Alley
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Disclaimer: As usual, Lucius and the magic rest don't belong to me (life is unfair...), but Amy does. And I'm making no money off of this, either.

I already posted this some time ago, but recently checked on it again and while doing so noticed that I should really move it to the appropriate section.

LaBibliographe, I'm terribly sorry I didn't react to your wonderful review any sooner - I never checked on my old stories again, so I kinda missed it. Thank you for your (as usual) great comment on my story, and thank you for both the correction (it's a nasty thing with it, really... why can't the English version have two completely different words for it?!? *lol*) and the link to the drool-site, uhm I mean, to the playwitch site. ;) Just thank you, hon. I'd be a loss without you, I guess. :)

Oh, and sorry, but no "antiseptic on those scratches" - Lucius is a big boy, and as such he's supposed to suffer. Hehe.

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This story is the result of a very inspiring dream I had a few nights ago, and besides, it turned out to be my personal therapy in a phase of my life that was not easy and had me very confused and angry, so that's why the story turns a bit dark at certain parts, but otherwise, it's just smut. ;)

Enjoy, and please review!! ^_^

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It was already past midnight when Amy took her usual shortcut through Knockturn Alley to get home. During the holidays and sometimes on the weekend, she worked at a little bar near Gringott�s, earning not much but quite enough to afford things she liked and to save the rest of it for her future. Especially in those days before Christmas, her work ended late at night, which forced her to wander through the dark streets and alleys of London alone on her way home. She had gotten used to it, though. Since her parents, muggle-borns, worked as representatives for some big advertisement company, they spent more than half of the year in other countries. Like that, Amy didn�t even have to care about getting home late � there was no one to notice it anyway. Besides, even though her parents tried to be part of their daughter�s magical life, they still didn�t know much about being a witch, let alone the dark sides of the world she lived in. In other words, they had no idea what it meant for someone like Amy to take a shortcut through Knockturn Alley after work when it was late at night. And unfortunately, she herself didn�t fully, either. Amy had been doing this for five months by now, although she still felt uneasy every time as if it were the first one. During the day, Knockturn Alley was crowded with dark wizards and other sinister creatures, whereas at night it was as abandoned as Diagon Alley after midnight. The shortcut through it took Amy fifteen minutes less to her parent�s home. Since it was quite late anyway and she felt tired after a whole day of work, she was grateful for every minute saved.

Her mind was already half-way on thoughts of her soft bed at home, when she turned around a corner to find that the little spark of light she used to let fly in front of her to provide her with at least a bit of sight in the darkness was gone. Instinctively, she raised her arms to not collide with a wall. What she touched the same moment, however, was soft and definitely not stone, and only too late she reached for her wand. A tall body pressed her against the real wall behind her, one strong, gloved hand covering her mouth although she had not the slightest intention to waste her breath on screaming. Who would have heard her, let alone helped her anyway at a place like Knockturn Alley?

"I would recommend you to not use your wand unless you want to experience a Cruciatus curse", the voice of the other person came out of the darkness. It was dark, harsh and yet soft at the same time, a hidden tone of seduction somewhere between. Amy would recognize that voice everywhere. There were only a handful of wizards you truly didn�t want to bump into past midnight at Knockturn Alley. This particular one even led the list of them.

The gloved hand released her mouth, but before the sudden glimpse of a glowing wand illuminated the wizard in front of her, Amy had already spoken his name.

"Malfoy."

She received an arrogant sneer from him.

"There seems to be more brain in that pretty skull than I assumed from someone who wanders Knockturn Alley at this time."

"It�s supposed to be a shortcut", she was surprised to find her own voice quite strong in his presence.

"Concerning this, I need to correct you", a sinister smile curled around his lips, "It was supposed to be one."

"What do you mean?"

"Can�t you work it out yourself? I expected a Gryffindor to be faster."

He knew she was at Hogwarts, then, which made her heart beat frantically. What else did he know about her? And how long had he been noticing it? She had been such a fool to go through Knockturn Alley so many times without ever caring if there were someone else, someone watching her.

Malfoy, however, seemed to enjoy her growing nervousness.

"No idea? Pity", he faked a sigh, "You�ll find out soon, don�t worry�"

With a swift movement, his arm went around her waist as he apparated them away from Knockturn Alley, away from her original destination, to the only place in the world Amy would have never thought to see from the inside alive and with her own eyes: Malfoy Manor. Even if he transported them straight to the door of his study, she still was able to take a good guess from the dark corridor they were in that it was hopeless to try and run away from him. With an amused gaze at her, Malfoy seemed to read her frustrated thoughts.

"Pretending you�d manage to get away somehow, you�d never find the way out of the Manor", he assured her, opening the door to his study, "After you, please."

"Why the courtesy? You could have taken me back at Knockturn Alley as well."

So she knew what his true intentions were. He mustered her from behind while closing the door and locking it with a wordless spell. Since Draco had turned seventeen recently and he knew that Amy shared only a few classes with him, he supposed she was nearing her eighteenth birthday. It had been a long time since he had had such a young girl, but the boring experiences with even professional women had taught him a lesson about age. Admittedly, he didn�t mind the effect he had on females, yet in a certain way he longed for something different than a willing woman in his bed. Lucius Malfoy would have never assumed that sex could get annoying as well, however, he couldn�t imagine a life without, either. Therefore he had been starting to look out for someone to change the boredom that threatened him when he was with all those other witches who almost fought each other over him. Women showed a hilariously pleasing behavior when it came to bedding him, but he would have never admitted to himself that this very fact flattered him. Why he had chosen Amy of all opportunities was a bit of a mystery even to him, though. She had nothing he hadn�t seen or had before, and yet there was something about her that had surprised him, had nourished his curiosity for her: Amy owned a completely independent way of being common. There was no hint at superficiality about her, not even the slightest sign of arrogance. In a certain way, she couldn�t have been any more different compared to himself.

Malfoy dimmed the lights in his study until he took his time to reply to her statement.

"I could have, no doubt. But I prefer a warm room to an Alley in the middle of winter."

With the patience of someone who always got what he wanted, he made his way over to a cupboard and poured himself a glass of Whisky. Amy found it impressing how every single move he did seemed to be of unconstrained elegance. If supremeness needed a role model to present itself with, Malfoy would be more than perfect.

"Here", standing in front of her again, he offered her the same glass he had already drunk from. She took it from him and emptied it with a single gulp, although he had noticed her fingers slightly shaking.

"Now", Malfoy threw the glass into the fireplace where it disappeared a second before it reached the flames, "we can make this nice and easy for you as well, or you can have it the rough way. It�s up to you, my dear."

He spoke those words as if he were considering the purchase of some object. It surprised her how calm his voice remained since she had expected more threats from him.

"Why me?", she brought out as he raised one hand to slide it through her light brown hair.

"Why not you?"

Amy had seen this arrogant sneer on his face already many times before and decided to give one last try for morality.

"What about your wife?"

"Narcissa?", he laughed at the name in contempt, "She�s somewhere in town, probably fucking a young, pretty boy right now."

"I thought you two were married to each other."

"Only on the papers."

He put a finger under her chin to lift it gently.

"Is that what�s bothering you? The fact that I�d betray my wife? Then let me tell you I�m looking forward to doing so."

There was something in his tone that told Amy that he not only despised Narcissa, but also truly hated her.

"Did you make up your mind? Or would you rather continue talking about my wife?"

"Like I�m given a choice anyway", she replied mockingly to his question which surprised him.

"In fact, you are. If you�d like to try your luck, however�", Malfoy leaned forward until their faces touched and he was able to whisper into her ear, "I know you have your day off tomorrow. No one would miss you until Sunday night. I�m looking forward to keeping you for three days here, the question is just if you�ll survive it."

"You bloody bastard", she quietly spat at him as she recoiled from his touch.

"You have no idea how bloody this could get, my dear."

Just tonight, Amy thought to herself, and he�ll let you go again. Your pride may be completely destroyed by then, but it will be over. If only just tonight wouldn�t appear so long�

"I take your silence as a reasonable answer, then."

Both looked at each other for a tensed second until he softly smiled.

"No woman who�s lain with me has ever regretted it."

"You mean no woman who wanted to lie with you in the first place", her bitter reply came, silenced by his fingers against her lips a moment later.

"Don�t try me. Get on the couch."

The spot on her lips where he had touched her burned as if on fire and she hardly thought at all as she lay backwards down on the couch, feeling relieved that the dark green material felt even softer than it looked. There was some part inside her congratulating her with swelling pride about the fact that Malfoy wanted her and not anyone else, but the ever-reasonable voice in her head told her it was pure madness. This man was a Death Eater, probably the most loyal servant of You-know-who, and even if all those rumors had never been confirmed, she knew for sure that they were true and only half the truth of what Malfoy was capable of and had definitely already done. Why did evil always have to come in such a breathtaking, handsome and seducing form?

She only noticed Malfoy�s presence again when he lowered himself onto her, bracing his body from crushing hers by resting his hands on both sides of her head.

"Mr. Malfoy, there�s one more thing�"

"Call me Lucius. I don�t like the idea of being inside you and hearing you moan my last name."

I don�t like anything about it anyway, she told herself� as if she would ever moan out his name.

"What did you want to say?"

"Can you do an anti-conceiving spell?"

"I already did it before you entered this room", he replied with an enigmatic smile, lowering his lips onto her own. Somehow the air around them felt electric which startled him a bit. He had been with so many women that he hadn�t expected this to be so strangely different from the very beginning on. Her lips pressed firmly against his, but when he hesitated to continue, he found to his utter surprise that she moved slightly up against him, one of her hands finding its way into his hair. All of a sudden he didn�t care any longer about bracing himself and moved tightly against her as his tongue slid through her slightly parted lips. The fading taste of Whisky still in both their mouths, Lucius realized that the young girl beneath him had turned into a passionate goddess. His pride had hardly time to congratulate him as Amy suddenly parted her legs, allowing him to lie between them and furthermore press his growing arousal into her most sensitive area. With a hidden smile he planted kisses on her collarbone and slid one hand beneath the black V-neck sweater before forcing her into a sitting position to pull the garment over her head. From what her body told him, she already was enjoying this, but her hands had retreated from their position in his hair when she noticed his terribly content smile. Deciding to hurry up things a little, Lucius pulled her on his lap, letting one elegant finger trail across her throat and upper body while he slipped the other hand beneath the thick velvety skirt. Amy didn�t even notice how both their shoes were all of a sudden gone by a silent spell. She did flinch a second later, however, as Malfoy spread her legs wider and furthermore inserted a warm finger inside her.

"No virgin", his arrogant tone sounded like a compliment, "That�s good�"

"Did you expect more of a mudblood?"

For a moment she feared that he�d drop her on the floor and according to his facial expression, he truly had trouble to stay in control.

"A what?"

Malfoy�s thoughts raced in his head like a team of rabid Quidditch players. She was joking, he tried to convince himself, but her eyes showed no jest, no made-up lie. She had to be joking, for fuck�s sake!

"Should I have mentioned that before?", Amy�s question consisted of nothing but mockery.

The sudden knowledge that she had just pulled the biggest triumph out of her hat and that he had been absolutely unsuspecting until that moment gave her a feeling of satisfaction. Malfoy�s eyes turned darker and darker every growing second and she enjoyed his rising anger.

"Did you not know? I�m muggle-born", Amy laughed at him, "You would have bedded a mudblood without even knowing it. One can only imagine what kind of disgrace that would have been for you."

For the first time in his entire life, Lucius Malfoy had truly not even the beginnings of the situation�s control in his hands. How could he have been so mindless to never question her background, her family? He of all people who counted pure blood higher than anyone else, he who offended mudbloods like Hermione Granger in public because of their origin. There was no turning away now, though, as he found his body still reacting to her, and above everything else, her bold insult to his intelligence needed to be punished. No one had ever dared to mock him like she had before � well, at least no one who had survived to pass it on.

Amy felt every single piece of the rage that boiled inside him as he pushed her down beneath himself once more, grinding his by now just as raging arousal against her. His fist closed around some light brown strays of hair to pull her head back and thus gain better access to her neck. Another quick movement, and the skirt was torn from her body, his free hand on her hip, grabbing the already burning skin. If this was how he was going to take her, she would be grateful to be killed before dawn for she knew she�d never be able to forget it.

Thanks to a few more silent spells as well as to his skilled hands, they both were finally naked, and Lucius Malfoy was no tiny bit less intimidating with his clothes gone. Amy didn�t even dare to look further downwards than his chest for she had not the slightest desire to eventually go mad with panic.

"Open your legs", the growl was a command.

"No."

Lucius raised an astonished, still angry eyebrow at her reply. He would have expected her to beg or cry, maybe obey in silent fear, or even to do all of it at the same time. But trying to keep that last piece of her pride was a remarkable as well as pointless action.

"You will open your legs for me or I will use the Cruciatus on you."

His threat was deadly serious.

"No."

A low growl escaped his throat at her stubbornness. To threaten her with the death curse would be ridiculous since he found no pleasure in taking a woman�s dead body. Besides, he was sure that she�d know that fact as well. To actually put the Cruciatus curse on her, however, meant that he would have to retrieve his wand again which was the head part of his cane. A sinister glare down on Amy told him she was aware that this very cane was across the room and that he�d put himself into danger even if he used the Accio spell to get it into his hand. He didn�t want to think of what she�d do in that moment or where she�d kick him. It was no secret that he was quite proud about the special anatomy that made him a man and he didn�t want to risk any of it.

"Amy", her name sounded like a punishment from his lips, "be a nice girl and open your legs now."

Again he received a convinced shake of her head.

"Do you really want me to take you by force?"

She was beautiful in her silent fury, he suddenly realized and couldn�t help but press a passionate kiss against her warm lips that was responded to as if he had never threatened her. Their tongues danced gently with each other as Lucius grabbed the back of her neck to bring her yet closer to himself. He felt so strangely hopeless when she stroked with both palms across his chest, so astonishingly safe and comfortable at the same time, though, that he even completely missed how she opened her legs again to let him rest between them.

Everything about him was as strong and powerful as she would have guessed from the first look at him. Narcissa must be utterly insane to leave all that to others when she had the most gorgeous husband at home, especially as Lucius seemed to favor sex above everything else. He was more than just attractive for he also owned a remarkable intelligence, arrogance and a great sense for tradition. It had to remain an unsolved mystery how he happened to be so perfect, though. A part of Amy knew that after being with him she would always compare other men to him, would always envy all those women taking her position of tonight.

Every troubling thought disappeared from her mind a moment later, however, as Lucius thrust hard into her, not even caring if she was prepared for it. She dug her fingernails into his chest at the sudden impact of his body into her own and left bloody scars on the formerly perfect skin. With a low groan of pain, Lucius stilled his movements. He should have cast a paralyzing spell on her before this, but the enlightenment came too late and the ten throbbing wounds on his chest were enough payback for his carelessness. Amy winced slightly beneath him, trying to get accommodated to the feeling of him inside her. He was so much bigger than she had expected him to be, and from the dark flash of his narrowed eyes she read that he knew it. With a small smile on his lips, Lucius lowered his head to kiss her again while he slipped an arm behind her to bring her closer to his body, all the time pressing further into her. He was mad to think she would be able to take all of him in, Amy thought in silent panic. Especially as she felt every single muscle in her body being tensed and aching like they had never done before.

"Relax", his dark voice came to her ear in a gentle whisper.

"I can�t�"

He raised his head just a bit to gaze into her eyes and answered with a soft sigh to her honest reply. She was way too tensed and terrified to control her body�s reaction to him. Slowly he pressed his lips against her neck until he moved them further downwards to one of her breasts. Amy let out a quiet gasp as his mouth closed around the hardening nipple, gently sucking on it, but still not withdrawing from her otherwise. The hand on her back helped in bringing her closer to him once more, and in between moving over to her other breast to repeat his action once again, he felt her body relaxing. She even managed to open her legs a bit wider which left her more vulnerable and at his mercy than before, but a soft smile on his lips told her that he didn�t intend to abuse it. Lucius took the chance to pull out and thrust back into her, only this time he waited for her reaction which was so instinctive that he moaned lowly as she pushed up against him. There was no doubt now anymore that she was enjoying their intimacy as much as he was.

His name sprang from her lips like a desperate prayer every time he pushed into her, never ceasing to plant kisses on her hot flesh as he did so. From her sudden tensing around him he could tell that she was desperately holding her climax back and with a low chuckle he raised her chin with one finger to lock their gazes.

"Just give in, Amy� "

He was hardly done speaking to her as she already obeyed his seducing voice and clenched her inner muscles around him in a fierce release. The room started spinning around her, taking the last fiber of reality with it until she was sure that everything had been a dream, a figment of her imagination. Only after a few seconds had passed, she was able to feel how Lucius thrust into her one last time to find his own climax with her name on his lips. And for the first time in years, he couldn�t have cared less about keeping his usual elegance and arrogant distance, but simply rested his body on hers, listening to both their breathing calming down again. The crackling of the dancing flames in the fireplace was the only sound in the study for a while before Lucius finally raised himself to gaze down on her. She looked every bit a satisfied woman which made his ego swell with pride. A sudden idea crossed his mind as he got up to retrieve their clothes.

"You know", he cast her a sly smile, "you could be my mistress."

Her reaction to his command rather than suggestion, however, was to snatch her garment from his hands.

"I�ll never be anyone�s mistress. I could sell my body as well."

"Don�t mistake prostitution for being a mistress", a scolding frown appeared on his face.

"It�s all the same for men like you anyway."

When he turned to face her in rising anger, he found her already dressed whereas he himself only wore his long black pants. All of a sudden, he couldn�t even remember her content state of before as her eyes were dark in the soft light of the room.

"Amy", he tried to speak up, shocked about the hoarse tone of his own voice, "you know that I can�t give you what you truly desire."

"And what is it that I desire?"

He released a soundless sigh and went behind his wooden desk to sit down in the black leather wing chair. What was it what she truly desired? Was it what he wanted her to? Or was it a truth far away from his own imaginations and wishes? He was a Malfoy � by normal standards, he would get whatever he asked for without actually asking. But this was different. His very world collided with something else here, something he couldn�t understand or influence except for the fact that he was able to feel it and know its presence. What the hell had he been thinking anyway to lay his eyes on such a young woman in the first place? Snape would be furious if he found out, not to mention Dumbledore who made no deals when it came to his students.

"Mr. Malfoy?"

He inwardly winced at the formality in her voice, but raised his head in attempted pride to find her standing next to him.

"Where are my shoes?"

So that was what bothered her while he was contemplating his confused mind, he bitterly smiled.

"Somewhere around here, I suppose."

She wore sparkling light blue polish on her toenails. Funny that he hadn�t noticed before. As she turned from him with a sigh of anger about his useless answer, however, he suddenly grabbed her hips and bent her rather brutally over his desk, moving forward to press the growing bulge in his pants against her backside.

"Mr. Malfoy, please don�t�"

He didn�t feel able to continue in any way all of a sudden.

"Lucius?"

With a vice grip on the back of her neck, he pulled her up and turned her around to face him. The fear in her eyes had gone to have puzzlement take its place. For a silent moment, they only looked at each other with bewilderment until she moved closer to his body and, to his surprise, placed a soft kiss against his collarbone. He closed his eyes, pulling her to himself, but not saying a single word.

"Lucius?"

"Yes?"

His hands stroked over her back until they found their way into her mussed hair.

"If I were your mistress� would you still treat me like this, then?"

"Like what exactly?"

She slightly retreated from him to face him with a stern expression.

"Would you take me against my will even then?"

"Amy", the sigh was too hearty to be fake, "I�ve had many mistresses and they always accepted whatever I wanted from them."

It was a natural ascertainment, no regret.

"Did you love any of them?"

"No. It was their duty to be available whenever I wanted them to serve my personal needs. Emotions would have only ceased the pleasure of it."

"I don�t think I�d be able to be your mistress, Lucius", she replied in bitterness and left his embrace, letting him feel like a gigantic icy wave had hit him in a naked state.

"It�s an honor to be the mistress of a Malfoy."

Did those words really sound as ridiculous and overbearing as he thought?

"I suppose it�s an honor for a Malfoy to abduct and rape someone, too", she spat back at him while putting on her black boots.

"Judging by the way you moaned my name, I�d say that you can�t actually call it rape."

Amy loathed the smug grin on his face.

"There�s a chance to see it differently for quite a while whenever you look at yourself in the mirror."

He lowered his gaze to inspect the ten bloody scars she had left on his chest. They truly didn�t look like the remains of pure passion, he had to admit to himself.

"Amy?"

She didn�t even turn around to face him, but continued to get dressed. Lucius took the chance to swiftly get up and walk behind her, one hand finding its way to her hip. It took him exactly two seconds to spin her around and press his lips to hers in a gentle kiss that didn�t change much about his once again growing arousal, though. The clothes she had put on just minutes before were gone again in an instant before he lowered her onto the thick, soft carpet in front of the fireplace. Dressed in nothing but her underwear, Amy felt overdressed in his presence that covered her with warm, needing flesh. A small part of her didn�t want to have him inside her again, but the larger one almost begged to be taken again, even if it weren�t much different than the first time. Lucius took his time, kissing and nibbling at her skin, before he had them both at a point where they craved for each other to be closer yet. In a gentle movement, he rolled them over to bring his body beneath hers which glistered in the light of the flickering flames behind them. She looked down at him in bewilderment, then moved her gaze to his prominent hardness. All of a sudden she understood what he offered to her, but she had to hear it from his own mouth.

"Amy", his hands stroked over her body to rest on both her hips with an encouraging pressure, "this time, I want you to do how you please."

The disbelief in her eyes amused him, yet she raised her body into a sitting position above him, gazing at his erect member again. She used his chest to support herself with her palms as she slowly lowered herself onto his awaiting hardness. Torturously slow in his opinion which made him clench his teeth in attempt to not simply thrust up into her warm depths. He silently watched how she finally paused at the feeling of the new angle that drove him deeper into her than before, and somehow her whole body felt like burning under his gaze. Her first trials of moving above him brought a low moan from his throat that encouraged her to continue. After a few hesitating, slow thrusts, she quickly found a rhythm that suited both of them, and soon she found his hands leaving her hips to cover her own hands resting on his chest. He grabbed her wrists in a desperate attempt to make her bend forward a little to deepen the penetration. When she followed his mute suggestion, he received a moan from her that let him know that she enjoyed the once again different angle. His hands wandered back to her hips, using the firm grip on her soft flesh to push her down on his member. Before he knew what had hit him, his release set in right in time with her own, turning the world in front of him into a thousand little explosions that started with the moan of her name and ended the moment Amy collapsed onto him. The soft kisses she pressed against his chest forced a quiet groan to escape his lips. He felt her rapid heart beat against his own as she moved to face him.

"Thank you", she whispered to him before covering his mouth with her fingers. Lucius only managed a smile in return and sucked her index finger in, which made her moan his name like a praise. With a swift movement, he rolled them both over to lie above her, enjoying how she pressed her palms over the firm muscles of his body.

"Remember what I told you at the beginning of tonight?", he kissed the side of her neck and left a purple mark with his teeth there. Amy sighed beneath him, but didn�t answer.

"I said that no one would miss you until Sunday night."

"And you said you would be looking forward to keeping me for three days here, but the question was if I�d survive it."

"Thinking about it again", he covered one of her breasts with his hand, "I�m convinced you�d survive those few days."

"Don�t you think you will grow tired of me in two hours?"

He kissed her gently, letting their tongues intertwine and their hands roam across each other�s body.

"I can assure you that this will never be the case at all."

"Promised?"

"I said I can assure you. There�s no need to promise that furthermore for a Malfoy."

Amy sighed in soft anger at his reply and used one foot to drape it across his backside while pushing up into his body. Letting out a guttural sound of pure need, Lucius didn�t fail to notice the content grin on her face and finally gave in.

"Promised."

He kept her until the evening of Sunday night, although "keeping" probably wasn�t quite the right expression in the least, for it was Amy who embraced him at times when he thought she had to be tired of him, kissed him when he expected her to not even be in the same room with him, cuddled up to him in her sleep when he would have sworn she had momentarily forgotten where she was. At her departure, they shared one passionate kiss after the other, and Lucius found the rooms and corridors of the Manor creepily abandoned as he walked through them to enter his study. Amy�s scarf still lay on the couch, reminding him of her smell and everything by the mere look at it. He already knew that he wouldn�t be able to let go of carrying it with him for the time that lay ahead. With a deep sigh, he fell on the comfortable chair behind the wooden desk and tried not to remember for a second as the flames softly crackled in the fireplace.

Lucius needed a hot bath, a big glass of Whisky, a therapist for wizards who claimed to not want one, and a new pride. The first thing he actually did, however, was signing the divorce papers that had lain in the drawer of his desk for far too long.

When he sent Amy a short message two days later, asking her to see him again in Knockturn Alley after work, he had no idea that she would marry him by the end of February. The only thing he actually had, was the memory of her smell and a vague premonition, but he pretended it was just a whisper of falling snow in the cold December air. After all, Lucius Malfoy still was a Malfoy.

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