'We should head back, your aunt will be looking for you' his hoarse voice set fire to my lower abdomen and I involuntary licked my drying lips, nodding against what I felt. I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay there with him and kiss him, hidden in this magical garden. 'I'm a little bit thirsty' I managed to stutter out and my head span as I felt his hand wrap around my waist, guiding me towards the centre of the party. 'So am I, miss ' He let go just at the edge of the bushes, none would ever see the touch he gifted me with. I gave him one last yearning look before I put myself together and hurried to get a glass of cold water in order to... put out my thirst. I thought I saw hints before but now I was certain. He craved for me just as much as I did for him, and it was utterly torturous.     
  Lucius Malfoy 🐍
   I felt like life had been testing my patience and self control by throwing this girl in my tracks. I imagined meeting her many times and felt tempted to ask her out between our correspondence. But I could not gather the courage. I looked forward meeting her again and with the right excuse. When I saw Lucy breathing heavily, with her hair messed up rather than perfectly put together as always, her shining eyes... her body covered by just one thin layer of clothing I could rip off in a split of a second. All I could think of was pushing her to the ground right under that swing...
However, years of strict education and etiquette paid off. And it was satisfying too. I loved the little moan she let out for me for nothing but a gentle kiss on her hand. Her eyes seemed to be glowing like the sun by the time she looked at me one last time. I indeed saw wild thirst in them. Animalistic taste for blood... or rather... taste for sex. 
How on earth could I put an end to it? Earlier today I had the Minister of Magic visit me. They found evidence against my name from the war times. I had been demoted further... to a teaching position. I already lost my position as the school governor, I were pulled back to an office in the Ministry and now this. Hogwarts had apparently created a new programme for last year students called the Dark Arts. As the times of war turmoil were behind us the headmistress decided it would benefit the future generations. I must say I agreed with the idea, even if I and McGonagall  haven't always got along. But teaching a bunch of teenagers was my worst nightmare. And Lucy would be among them, making it impossible to stay away from her... 
I snapped out of my thoughts as the angel in white dress returned, carrying two glasses of water. She kindly handed me one of them and took a sip before she spoke with her gentle, sweet accent. 'I followed your advice and read "Dracula" again. I had indeed forgotted how increadible this story is' I took a sip of fresh cold liquid and smiled, showing her a bench with a gesture, where we could sit down and talk. 'I enjoy Stoker, his idea of what a vampire could be is fascinating to me' I replied, trailing my gaze over her face. 'I don't think he was a monster. I mean, he did bad things, but he was just... sad. And so lonely, just imagine living hundreds of years' her golden eyes flickered with sadness so deep it touched my soul. 'He killed Lucy' I reminded her with a small smirk, as she shared her name with one of the characters. 'Oh she was loved by so many men, maybe it was for the best' she chuckled adorably and waved her hand, looking at the flower bed on the side of the bench. 'Perhaps' I agreed and opened my palm, making a red rose bloom over my skin. She stared at the simple magic trick in awe, before she picked the flower from my hand. 'Perhaps Dracula had to kill Lucy because this world could not deal with this amount of beauty' my voice sounded dreamy, I could barely recognise myself in my own body. 'You speak of death very romantically, monsieur Malfoy'. 'Oh I am not the romantic type' I scoffed, feeling boyishly flustered at her remark. 'I beg to differ' she tucked the rose in the chest pocket of my shirt and the air evaporated from my lungs. 'You're really something else, Rosier' I said quietly, taking the flower and tucking it in her hair instead. 'I wonder why you symphatise with the monsters in the books? Ladies tend to be drawn towards the heros and heroins' I noticed as she pulled the rose out of her raven hair, making thorns grow out of its stemp. I watched the sharp edges between her fingers and she suspended her gaze over them too. 'Well... because I can see a sort of reflection of myself in them. The darkness that hides under the surface, under the pretty face and beautiful cloths. Just behind your eyes' she spoke slowly as she twirled the flower between her palms. 'There's beauty in sorrow' she added as the thorn dug in her skin and a small drop of crimson blood slipped through the cut. It dripped on the fabric of her pure white dress, leaving a small stain. 'Let me' I pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket and quickly patted the wound. 'I'm sorry' she breathed out and I shook my head. 'Don't you dare apologise' I said softly and made the rose dissolve into thin air. I snapped my fingers and one of my house elves appeared. 'Glass of wine and a bottle of wound cleaning potion. At once' I growled at the creature, which quickly fetched both things. 'Here, darling' I handed her the glass of wine in her unharmed hand before taking her other one in mine, pouring the green liquid over the cut. It made a sizzling sound and her skin sealed seamlessly. 'Merci. You're very kind' I smiled a little and leaned in. 'I know what you mean... about that... darkness' I let go of her hand and put the potion aside. A gust of summer wind blew her loose locks away and brought her own scent closer to my nostrils. 'I fear to sound foolish, mister Malfoy, but I find talking to you so... comforting' she whispered and I sighed, desperate to pull her into my arms. 
'Excuse me, Lucius, but we'll get going' John Macmillan dressed in a black suit approached us and I turned my head slowly towards him, lazily getting up. Lucy glanced away and stood up as well, reality catching up with us. The night had fallen already, sky scattered with stars. 'Yes, it's getting rather late' I announced and turned to miss Rosier one last time. 'It was a pleasurable conversation, madmoiselle. I thank you for that' I nodded at the young lady, who curtsied, her gaze moving onto the thin crescent moon. 'Thank you, sir. I wish you a pleasant night' were her words as she walked away. 
It was a pleasant night indeed. 
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Another chapter, another week another venture 🌻 I particularly enjoyed writing this one and hell, I miss summer so much ☀️
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