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Lucius Malfoy	Posted: Dec 19 2008, 07:36 PM
Deosaurus Rex Group: Hogwarts Governor Posts: 58 Member No.: 20 Joined: 9-February 08	Some people shouldn't be allowed to attend Christmas parties, or at least – that was his theory for the moment as he calmly steered Amelia away from the departing couples and thoroughly tipsy students scrambling slowly back to their common rooms. Given the way Amelia was just letting him lead her along the corridors, he was beginning to be concerned about how buzzed she herself was, doubting she'd ever been exposed to much alcohol before this night. In truth, she was feeling guilt about leaving the others unattended, and not doing anything to stop Dirk and Fabian. It was her duty as Head Girl to prevent these things, but here she was allowing herself to be taken away, ignoring the conflict altogether. Pushing the door to a nicely lit room, open, Lucius looked around absently, arm still wrapped carefully around Amelia's waste. With a bemused expression, he smiled slowly, taking the irony of the emptiness of it all. “Interesting.” Amelia looked around, sighing with relief at finally being alone and away from everyone else. “What's interesting?” “I have no idea where I am,” he answered, grinning. Looking around, he recognised the stereotypical layout of an empty classroom, but couldn't place where it was. He wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the amount of alcohol floating around in his bloodstream, or if it was just one of those classrooms – but at the moment, he realised he didn't entirely care. Following his cue, Amelia looked around, frowning as she realised that she, too, couldn't place the room anywhere on her mental map of Hogwarts, which was a comfort to Lucius. If she couldn't tell where they were, then he didn't feel nearly as disappointed in himself for not figuring it out either. “I don't know either...” “Hence, the interesting,” he replied, smirking. Letting her go briefly, he turned to light a candelabra with his wand. Amelia swayed on the spot, thoughts preoccupied with everything else that had happened that night, rather than concentrating on where they'd gotten themselves lost to. She ran her hand through her hair absently as she went over the details in her head. Turning to look at her, Lucius interrupted her thoughts: “you look worried.” “Two of my closest friends are outside fighting, several of the prefects just saw me stand there and do nothing about it, and my drinks were spiked. I think I've got reason to be worried.” “The drinks are always spiked, your best friends will be perfectly fine -- better, if anything -- in the morning, and the prefects do not doubt your sense of justice. If anything, I think they're more surprised that you haven't beaten Fabian Prewett senseless yourself.” He smiled as he walked over to her. Laughing softly, she answered, “I suppose you're right... I mean, of course you are. Thank you.” Smiling, Lucius picked up her hand. “You're very welcome,” he replied, kissing it gently. “I usually am.” Amelia watched him in confusion, but didn't try to pull her hand away. “So I've noticed.” Lucius made no move to let go. For her part at least, she was too grateful to him, and too inebriated to make anything of it. Lucius hesitated. Struggling against the single though dancing around in his head, he forced himself to focus on what he was doing. A month ago, he would never have even considered this as an option, but now all he could think of was the phrase: “carpe Amelia” and to be perfectly honest, it seemed like a very good idea. Pausing, he looked at her, blinking once before cupping either side of her face and snogging her senseless. Of course, he expected her to resist, pulling back and slapping him, but she did nothing of the sort. Instead, though she knew she should have been bothered by his sudden advances, she didn't resist, but rather – kissed him back. It took all of thirty seconds for him to forget who he was, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pulling her with him to the ground, with her in his lap, so they wouldn't fall over and hurts themselves. His lips moved roughly against hers, leaving him dizzy with the action, but completely unconcerned. Amelia wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or just fate unfolding the way it should have all along, but Amelia suddenly found herself straddling him in an effort to get comfortable. Rather than think about what she was doing, she continued to snog him back. Feeling her settle herself against him, a single notion flickered through his mind, telling him that he should have been surprised, but he wasn't in the least. He felt no need to resist her, and leant back on his elbows, just enjoying the moment for what it was. Tomorrow would undoubtedly result in a massive hangover, and any second thoughts he had would disappear amidst the concern for himself, not that he would have given any undue concern in the first place. For Amelia, the sentiments were the same. She knew she would hate herself for doing this tomorrow, but until tomorrow came, she was enjoying herself far too much to just stop. If there was one thing she wanted, if only to distract her from the depressing nature of what could happen, it was to be snogged absolutely senseless, and she was well aware when Lucius satisfied her to that request – and well. She'd only had a similar experience twice before, neither of which compared, or even came close to what she was doing now. As she continued to kiss him back, and not at all timidly, Lucius idly wondered if Amelia actually was the Ice Queen he had continuously pegged her for. At the moment, she was quickly dispelling any of his assumptions on that score. Clearly she was nothing of the sort, only slightly sexually repressed – though she never would have voluntarily admitted to either, ever. Experimentally, Lucius leaned back fully, until he was laying down flat on the floor underneath her, waiting to see what she would do. She knew she should stop at least, even if she made no move to do so. Instead, she leaned forward with him, mouth pressing hungrily against his and continued to kiss without stopping. Between the alcohol clouding her judgement, and the shock of doing what she was doing, her mind was completely gone. Lucius smiled in response, never breaking the kiss. Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around her, rolling them over and settling himself easily between her legs. Submissive positions, regardless of the person, never sat well with him, and even Amelia wasn't going to change that, regardless of how dominant she herself generally was. This was so unlike anything she'd ever done, she was content to just let it happen. Tilting his head, he kissed her jaw lightly, with none of the force that he had originally devoured her mouth. His ministrations had become almost romantic, rather than drunkenly desperate. Tracing a line along her jaw, he feathered her skin with kisses before working his way back to her mouth, kissing her gently. Had she been sober, she certain would have appreciated the effort, but tipsy or no noticed the change in temperament. It was a vague awareness, but she could tell that she liked this considerably more. Lucius, being slightly less intoxicated than she ever was, took his cues from her lack of protest, and moved to her neck, pressing his mouth to her skin gently. Amelia's mouth parted, moaning slightly. Hearing her own voice, she bit down on her lip. Exciting by the sound, Lucius licked her neck quickly, gently blowing cold air on the are before kissing a line to her collarbone. Though the experience was completely novel for her, Amelia responded instinctively, and well, to his attention. She shivered, noting well that she would never have allowed him to get this far if she was sober – but she'd gone well beyond the point of caring. He was almost tempted to stop and ask her how buzzed she was, but steeled himself against the notion, considering how much she seemed to be enjoying herself, and wouldn't have said no even if given the opportunity. Letting himself go entirely, he unbuttoned the top of her shirt. She should have stopped him. She knew she should have. She couldn't count the number of times the thought had crossed her mind, but by that point she was happily aware of how much she was enjoying herself, and stubbornly decided to go with it, to not stop him, and found herself completely unconcerned by her own decision. He kept unbuttoning, hands moving slowly down her shirt until he had pushed her shirt apart. Pulling back slightly, his eyes roved appreciatively over the sight before craning his neck to her collarbone again. Licking a steady line down her chest to her stomach, he blew cold air over the line again. He continued his little game of licking and breathing over various, sensitive areas of her body. Biting her lip, she had come to the conclusion that she could no longer form any coherent thoughts whatsoever, and gave herself over to his touch. Resigning slightly, he paused, move back to cup her cheek gently, kissing her mouth expertly. If she had any inclinations of stopping, he would have obliged – being the gentleman that he actually was – but until then, he wasn't going to mention it. Her dazed attempts at kissing him back was the only affirmation he needed. Stroking her leg, he moved his hand slowly underneath her skirt, kissing her as a mild distraction. Gradually, he moved closer to the inside of her leg, not being overly zealous in his actions. Moaning softly into his mouth, she wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing him back purposefully. In that moment, Lucius decided he'd never respected her more. And to quote Idril: “THEN LUCIUS AND AMELIA HAVE SEX. O.O” xD --------------------

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