Chapter 33

                                    

                                          
Lucy Rosier 🐺
19th of November, Last Quarter 🌗
'Mind it if I take a picture for the Daily Prophet?' I rose my eyebrow at the man with plum, clean-shaved face and a red beret with contempt. 
'You didn't bother asking the first time around' I pointed out with disgust for the reporter painted over my face. Lucius chuckled coldly and pulled me close to his side in front of the crowd heading towards the blue-bricked quidditch venue. 
'Feisty woman, surely one in an appropriate pose won't hurt' He drawled out with umbrage. The man turned red like a quaffle and quickly snapped a photo of us. His camera released smoke making him cough. 
'Cheers' the reporter mumbled awkwardly before he walked away. 
'Relax, love' Lucius purred in my ear, his voice at the most tempting notes. 
'If you're a good girl today, we'll have fun. Promise' I gave him a warning look, feeling a blush creeping over my cheeks along with a tingle of excitement in my lower abdominal. 
'Monsieur Malfoy, behave yourself' I scolded him but only earned an amused gaze of his icy eyes and a mischievous chuckle. He looked away, leading us, my eyes steadied in glare at his annoyingly handsome to perfection profile. He looked gorgeous with his hair neatly tied at the back, exposing his strong jaw and the crook of the bridge of his nose. So royal.
We went to a side door, leading to the private guests box. It was an intimate space with a table in the middle filled with snacks and drinks, mostly Goblin's ales and Fire whiskeys. There was space for exactly six people, the view of the stadium was outstanding. I guessed after the lights would go down in the box, you had enough space between other spectators that it could feel as if though you were here alone. We could see the playing field up close from the height, the other stands hugging it around with hoards of screaming people. An orchestra was playing the English team's song and I could spot children running to buy popcorn before the play begins. I smiled a little at the view, my little interest in sports wouldn't be a problem. I already enjoyed being here. 
Two seats remained empty in our box and two were filled with the head of court and the head of governors of Hogwarts - two old men, whom Lucius seemed to despise regardless putting up a show as he greeted them. They both looked eerily similar. They looked like the kind of men who held dark secrets while having spouses waiting for them at home. I were introduced to them and we took our seats at the back of the room after a short small talk. I wondered where was Draco and his partner, hoping he would eventually show up later. 
'Is Draco coming?' I asked Lucius and he nodded, assuring me that him and his partner Anastasia Greengrass would join us after first half. I deeply hoped the young Malfoy thought this through and perhaps we would meet today the person he was really with.
The lights dimmed. I held a small cup of beer in my hand as I stretched comfortably in the large armchair. I reached out for some popcorn to nibble with the bitter beverage. Mister Ruth and Antramoor, who were sat in front of us,  glued their eyes in the glass as the players entered the field. I took a sip of my drink, focusing my gaze on the opening of the game too. 
Soon enough I felt Lucius's gloved hand rest over my thigh, the feeling of fine leather sending a pleasurable thrill down my body. I smiled sweetly at him. I felt content that my red dress was a bit shorter than I would usually wear. 
His touch felt wonderful
I glanced over at his handsome face bathed in the half darkness and he approached his hot lips to my ear, turning my head to the side gently by holding my chin. 
'Take off your panties for me, sweetheart, will you?' His breath tickled my skin and the hair on my back stood up with a shiver. I looked at him as if he lost his mind.