Letters&&FireWhiskey, Sweetest Revenge

[lucius tyson malfoy]

Lucius took every exit from the school that he got. This weekend he decided not to go home although it would have been safer. Letter’s have been bothering his owl since the moment he arrived this year. He wasn’t ready to face them yet, actually he wasn’t ready to face it. Deciding that he would forever serve someone simply left a bad taste in his mouth. And well, you know Lucius anything that leaves a bad taste in his mouth he didn’t deal with. He stuck his hands in his pocket making his way to the three broomsticks. He was not wearing anything that symbolized Hogwarts, he wore casual yet classy jeans, a buttoned down white shirt with a single tie. A tie that held the Malfoy seal. When walking around by yourself it was wise if you broadcasted who you were if you held any potential power. Since the Malfoys were quite popular, he wore the tie with pride and was hardly ever bothered, he liked it this way. He made his way inside, the cold nipping at the back of his heels. The door slowly closed behind him. It was rather quiet today, or maybe he just left early.

He wasn’t positive, but he hardly cared. The Tender hardly looked his way before sliding two firewhiskeys his way. He watched the potential best friend slide in his direct, he left his hand at the counters edge before grabbing it the moment it caressed his hand. He stood back up, taking the other one and making his way to the back. He chose the same old table, it never changed. He sat down, kicking both feet up on a nearby chair. Setting one day for a little later, he then caressed the mug in his hand. His eyes watched others around him, he had always come here to meet his father to be prepped for different things coming his way. It was odd not having someone here yelling at him. Lucius turned back to looking down at the table. He pulled his wand from his pocket setting it next to me. It was nice having a muggle free area where everyone could sit and enjoy themselves.

Today however, the world was starting to become muggle friendly. It was odd that other wizards would stand for this, Lucius didn’t have much say. He would one day, if he finally accepted his fate and joined the others in the pursue of joining and creating the Dark Lord’s followers. At least the Order you were a member, not a follower. The taste was joining his taste buds if it wasn’t for the firewhiskey sneaking it’s way down his throat he may be in a lot of trouble. He laughed watching an older witch digging in her pockets searching for galleons to pay for which she has already swallowed. Laughing at other’s faults was just one of his favorite past times. The poor woman didn’t even know him and was already drowning in tears. He yawned bored of this his thoughts drifted back to Cissa. Another distasteful bit in his mouth. All in one year he was to join to sell his life away forever as a follower, found out he was betrothed. Which meant he couldn’t fool around for two years, well he couldn’t after Cissa found out. He was a gentlemen, a gentleman with needs.

To tell Lucius Malfoy he couldn’t mess around until his wife graduated and they would be wed was pure torture. He had many flings, there were most likely many to come. He wouldn’t sit by and be told what to do. That’s what his father always wanted of him, how dare he think that Lucius would sit by and let others run his life. He was after all a Malfoy his father told him what to do all the time, well shit out of luck Father, he was not going to sit around and be forced to do things. Not now, if he wanted something he was bound to take it. His eyes looked up locking with a dark haired beauty, she smiled in his direction and he returned it. She lifted her mug to her lips, taking a long slow drink of it. Lucius pulled his back up and did the same thing. What could he say? He had a thing with females, the only beings that were allowed to walk all over Lucius for a time. He heard the bell chime and the door opened. He hardly looked away the dark haired woman. If he was lucky, if he played his cards right, those gentlemanly needs would be satisfied.

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[phaedra leto dionysius]

I'm Trouble,
Yeah Baby, I'm No Good

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NOTES: let's pretend she looks gorgeous OK? pleeeease? I spent ages looking for those clothes and I still don't like em lol.

NOTES2: Umm.... am I sitting or did I just come through the door? I'm not sure. It's late.

[lucius tyson malfoy]

Lucius was on his A game today, the black haired beauty was already batting her eyelashes at him. Top of the game, if he was interested in this certain female for keeps he might have gone over and made a lame joke about forgetting her name, number, location, bedroom. Lucius never played for keeps, maybe that was his problem. He rolled his neck once watching her out of the corner of his eye. He could feel her eyes tracing him and he was one that loved a spotlight. He took the opportunity to take another down of his firewhiskey, ruffling the hair in the back, and straightening out the prominent black and gray tie clad with the Malfoy seal. He watched as she carelessly dropped something, Lucius did not miss a beat and his eyes scanned to the low cut shirt as she bent down. The moment she returned to her current position, his eyes gazed down to the table, bored like. The female seemed slightly aggravated and this pleased Lucius. Oh his mind games, he enjoyed them more then words could describe. He yawned to rub it in her face a little more. He watched as she then let a hand fall carefully onto her right leg.

Two could play this game, he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. He watched as her eyes scanned him, he smirked. Quidditch muscles, females couldn’t control themselves. He eyed her carefully, she slid her hand up a little farther. Lucius maintained control, he’d been playing this game before he could remember, there was no chance he would let an armature win. He moved in his seat, and watched. She was running out of ideas from afar, she kept twitching her left leg in anticipating to get up or not, he could just tell by her body language. Females were easy to read, he had no idea why other males complained. They all wanted one thing, love. It was so easy to figure it out. Pretend that you love them, leave them hanging, and if you find one that’s okay with that, keep her. To bad Lucius had ditched the one keeper he found. Phae, she was the only one that he let bite back. She was the only one who Lucius ever let on that he may actually feel something towards them. Although, the two had huge differences. They tended to step on each other’s feet so often it was getting rather unbearable.

He watched the young lady quickly look down before pushing to get out of her seat. He smirked, he won. She was now going to come beg for him to take her home. It was how it always worked. The grin soon faded when he watched her stop mid stand. He heard a noise to the side and turned noticing something far more beautiful and worthy of his attention. Phae, the siren herself. Did he find something he like? Oh yes, why yes, he had. “Oh, her?” Lucius motioned towards the dark haired beauty. He rolled his wrist once. “Just playing with my food, besides,” Lucius moved closer to her, wrapping a hand around her chair, his hand resting on her shoulder. “Found something far more worth my eye sight,” A similar smirk crossed his features. He lifted the firewhiskey back to his lips. They hadn’t spoke for a while, and here they were.

The feelings had never gone away, the two played a good game, though inside. Lucius would be damed if he felt that this was more then a game. Wait, was it a game? The gray eyes turned back to the dark haired young woman who was steaming. He pursed his lips sending a flying kiss her way.
He laughed to himself, she looked back down to the table waiting, patiently. It was like a buzzard waiting to attack. Amusing, to say the least. “Phae, lovely, how have you been?” He lifted her hand from the table taking in the dark polish upon each finger. “Are we feeling dark lately?” He questioned, his hand lingering a bit too long around hers. He slowly placed it back on the table. He took in her eyes, the careful make up so gingerly placed around those gorgeous eyes. He couldn’t resist the long v-neck was calling his name. He scooted himself up taking a quick peek, his eyes settling on the crescent moon medallion hanging around her neck. Gray orbs widened in amusement. Lucius leaned closer to her, his lips barley meeting her ear. “You were always one for the crystals now, weren’t you dear?” The scent was heavenly, she was the siren of the island and she was pulling him in fast. He maintained it though, he could control it and turn it into tortuous flirting. He grinned, meeting her eyes.

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[phaedra leto dionysius]

I'm Trouble,
Yeah Baby, I'm No Good

[/b] Phaedra commented once she had taken her seat. Her insides had giggled when the woman had stopped mid tracks when she smoothly slipped into what the anonymous woman had assumed to be hers. It was a good thing, really, that she hadn't allowed her to continue: Lucious Malfoy would have eaten her up and spat her back out. She should know. She did, after all, survive the experience.

Lucious Malfoy was one hell of a whirlwind. He was one of the best at playing the game and Phaedra was usually more than willing to allow him to. Sometimes, depending on her mood, she'd give him what he was looking for, make it easy too, but others, she'd make him work for it. She wanted love, sure, but what she wanted more was not to be so crushingly lonely. It was difficult, when you liked being on your own, to not be bugged by others, to maintain any kind of relationship because you weren't used to forming and keeping one. As guarded as she was, she was never going to allow anyone to think she simply 'loved'. She didn't. As guarded as she was, she needed someone to try harder, be more patient because she wasn't about to crumble and give in, she wasn't about to give everything up because you wanted her to. As a rule, Phaedra didn't love. She had done so in the past and it had burned. And as a rule, if she had to break the no loving rule, she wouldn't admit it. Admitting it would give power and dominance and that was something Phaedra could not have. For a similar reason, she would never tell Lucious she had missed simply talking with him. Power was something he played for. Power was something he had to earn.

He liked to play, she let him. She liked to fight him and he let her. They had been as good together as they had been destructive. Smirking she raised an eyebrow and waggled her fingers in a wave to the shunned girl who was looking rather angry. Well, Lucious was a rather stunning male specimen. EVen those who had never snagged him tended to get a little odd around him. "She's pretty," Phaedra commented challenging Lucious. He was unpredictable, but so was she. It was much funner that way. Her attention went bck to her drink which she sipped at delictately. idly she traced a finger around the rim of the glass after setting it down, comfortable with her position. it wouldnt' be strange, this dance. She always had liked it.

She spared little thought for the scorned woman, whom PHaedra had thought was going to foam at the mouth or explode with annoyance. If she did come over she woudl be easy to deal with, although she did tend to get possessive of Lucious when this game was being played - or in general when he demonstrated he was...interested. Of course, she had never done it every time, for that would be boring and give Lucious all the power. Holding some cards was what Phaedra felt comfortable with and though she had been mad at Lucious before, vulnerable perhaps, but never exposed. Silly as it was to trust a Slytherin, she trusted him not to do that, for it was an easy way to shatter her trust and make her run. Then she'd have to hurt him and she didn't want to have to do that. And her trust, was nearly impossible to regain. She didn't care for the other girl. She had something she didn't: history. History was always alluring.

A smile crept onto her lips, a raised eyebrow, a sly glance in his direction. Some days she'd shudder at a whisper in her ear, eyes fluttering closed but today she suppressed the urge. It had been too long for this to be quite so easy. Maybe in a round or two she'd give him something though she wasn't sure yet what that would be. Slowly she trailed splayed fingers down her neck and chest to fiddle with the crescent. "You like it?" she asked facing him, a sliver of tongue peeking out to wet a lower lip melting into teeth tugging upon it, a smile all the while and eyes twinkling. Lightly she dragged a thumb across his grinning lips, an eyebrow raised. "Pleased about something dear Lucious?" Phaedra asked, contempleting irritating and calling him Lucy.[/blocquote][/ul]


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NOTES: XD XD XD XD XD OK I kinda suck at all that stuff so if it gets lame and cheesy it's the fault of the player and not the character ok??? *looks hopeful*

again. XD XD

[lucius tyson malfoy]

Lucius tossed his head back as Phae accused the woman of liking him. He held his wrist in a straight position, shaking his index finger back and forth. He couldn’t help but enjoy this small comment that was burning deep inside his throat. “She, loves me,” Lucius finished, lingering on the only word that started with an L. He snickered before turning to gaze back at her once. “Well, she loves to look at me. But that’s certainly nothing new, mm, Phae?” Lucius let his voice drag out a little, if he didn’t manage to pass Transfiguration this year, he at least could walk away knowing he gained perfect scores in class S, seduction. Phae mentioned that she was pretty, he turned. He took in the girls features slowly. Her body form was perfect, hair, perfect, lips, not so much. Not to mention of how eager she was, she couldn’t have had much experience. Plus she was moving with her left not her right which meant she was going to practically run to him. Desperate. How unattractive. He nodded. “She is, pretty.” He finished the statement. He turned taking in the dark haired siren sitting next to him.

“Although, if she is pretty. You are a goddess,” Lucius motioned closing in the little space between them. He eyed the other woman from the corner of his eye kissing the nape of Phae’s neck. “Aphrodite herself would move over for you,” He saw the other woman turn her head quickly, jealousy, his favorite sin, right next to lust. There was a little greed thrown in there as well. Well if this was sin, send him to hell. He would never change. The tingling on his lips sensed that he would love to kiss her neck again, but if he gave in that soon it would prove he needed her. Lucius Malfoy needed no one. Especially a woman, He straightened his neck once more to admire the crystal crescent she wore so delicately around her neck.

“I absolutely adore it,” Lucius finished, he adored other things as well, two other things. The small medallion hanging around the neck proved her wealth; it was almost as his seal on his tie. He watched the fingers glide down her front and he couldn’t help but remember those times, where she was his. Where he held the possession, she held a part also. She was the only woman that could hold some control over him. Thinking about it now, he wondered why it ever ended. Oh that’s right, he was a git, and she was acting bitchy.

Gray eyes widened, half amused as he watched the sliver of tongue appear, followed by those beautiful white teeth. She was just being mean now. His grin remained in place, her finger pressing against them. Her skin was absolutely delicate. Her every being was calling his name, and yet. He had to maintain control, he was the male. He would always deem control.

Lucius moved a hand to her finger quickly so she couldn’t move it. “Pleased?” Lucius mimicked, talking among her finger. The cool icy breath attacking her finger, he pulled her hand into his bending and kissing her upper arm, extending hers in full. He loosened his grip, his eye brows quirking. He couldn’t remember the last time he wanted some one this badly that he could not have. Oh right, that’s why he had avoided her. She was just so seductively delicious it was hard to resist. His eyes ran her body once, she had only grown to a far more mature lady of society. Why he had let her run away? He wasn’t quite sure. He had so much pride things hardly made sense when it came to his pride.

Lucius hand dropped from her shoulder rising towards the other side of her face. To say he was one that always had to be in control would be so accurate it was scary. He slowly bent towards her, taking in her heavenly scent. He closed his lips around hers, they moved slowly before pulling away. It was the same sensation that he had always felt when they dated. He hoped sometime in the future he could feel this way about Cissa. Ugh. Cissa. The pit of his stomach fell Cissa. He rolled his eyes looking away from her. “Pleased is far from my thoughts,” Lucius mumbled, gray eyes never leaving hers. He couldn’t help but feel he betrayed everything he stood for. He betrayed his father, betrayed his mother, his blood type, his position life. He shuttered at the thought, it felt so good. He loved this feeling, he loved the power it made him feel he had. He loved…nope. He did not love…this.

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[phaedra leto dionysius]

I'm Trouble,
Yeah Baby, I'm No Good

[/b] she said with a wink, teasing him. He was more than pretty of course and he knew her feelings on the matter very well. It was just fun to watch him squirm - or attempt to make him so.

This time she gave into the shiver. Phaedra was aware of what he was doing, using her to make another jealous. If she had cared he would have known about it. If she had cared, then they would never have made it anywhere in the first place. Always in control was Lucious, for she would always give in but when she decided to was entirely up to her. There were times in the past when she had attempted to make him crack. He was probably offended by the idea a woman could cause him to crumble. He needed no one and neither did she. Strange how she kept coming back to him though.

She smiled at his compliments. He always had been a flatterer, a skilled one with a silver tongue and wandering eyes. He was a talented young man, with words, among other things. He could positively drive her to distraction; an annoying trait when one was trying to study. Always, he seemed to be able to pull her from things she loved, perhaps realising she had (and still does) adore him above all others. Why Lucious Malfoy? She couldn't quite say. They both had control issues and were as stubborn as each other. They were both highly violent and prone to quick reactions. Netiher of them could be seen as vulnerable or weak, and had bundles of pride. They were so similar and yet so different that there always had been friction between them. But Phaedra had liked that. She had never wanted plain sailing. Part of her had always liked the arguing, the fighting, the ongoing semi-war between them. She still didn't quite understand how things crumbled the way they did. She hadn't seen them breaking up. "Such a powerful word. I hope I live up to expectations," Phaedra replied. "You should consider yourself lucky, that I don't associate myself with inferiors," She said in a vieled compliment, eyebrow half raised. She could not call him a God directly. She feared his head would explode and his chest would swell. It was far too forward. For now. "I do believe I have gained yet another enemy," she commented blandly as the jealous woman became agitated. She wasn't bothered by her. Phaedra was as quick as she was sharp.

She wanted it to but Phaedra knew this would never last. She was sure his future had already been decided. Hers would have been also, had she not been a 'heartless harlet, hell bent on the ruin of the family reputation who's backward rebellion would see them to ruin,' amongst more colourful phrases. She would not be controlled by anyone. She had allowed Lucious to bend influence over her. A mistake perhaps, for she could feel the pull of Lucious Malfoy, the dusty emotions fluttering to the surface in a heated race and the memories circling like vultures.

A hand rested on his upper thigh and squeezed gently. Fingers waggled teasingly. The other hand which had been caressing his mouth, the backs of fingers brushed his cheeckbone and curled around the back of his neck, massaging it gently. "I can't say my thoughts are pure," Phaedra said looking into his eyes before moving to speak in his ear this time. "But then again, they are mostly about you," How could anyone have pure thoughts about Lucious Malfoy she did not know. [/blockquote][/ul]


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NOTES: It's a tiny bit jumbled sorry. Loving the posts Ellie. Template to be added

[lucius tyson malfoy]

Pretty? Lucius nose scrunched up, Phae had just called him pretty. Did he have bows upon his head? A short skirt? He rolled his eyes once looking back to her. He knew it would just make her ten times as giddy if he actually reacted to it giving her the benefit of the doubt. He paused thinking about this for a moment. He shrugged his shoulders once meeting her gaze. “I do suppose I could pull off one of your skirts,” He turned, squeezing her shoulder tightly. Lucius’ eyebrows raised, oh so she thought she was better than him? He sighed quietly, she did after all look better in the skirts then he did. Well depending on who the audience was some would beg the difference. He smiled looking back to her. “I see, a mere tragic love story. A goddess that falls for a mere devilishly handsome mortal, who should practically be immortal.” Lucius couldn’t help but laugh quietly. He used the L word, but at least it was describing Phae not himself. It was totally not even pinned to him. It did leave a weird sensation tingling on his lips. What was it? He wasn’t quite sure yet. Phae mentioned that she had a new enemy. He turned facing the girl once more, he smirked.

“It’s fun, so much fun,” Lucius mumbled. Phae still hadn’t returned a kiss, and this bothered him greatly. Of course he wouldn’t flat out tell her. He had to work for it he supposed. He turned to meet her eyes, slowly leaning closer to her, biting down on her lip gently. Her lips, they did something to him. He could be completely sane one moment and begging for more the next. His eyes scanned her faced, slowly enveloping her lips with his. He wanted the girl to cry for mercy as the two exchanged saliva. Though that would mean Phae would have to participate. Lucius froze when he felt a small squeeze. Gray eyes glided downwards to his lap, he could feel the warmth of her hand. He grinned, he always knew she couldn’t stay away. Her touch made him melt inside. His self control was unbearable on the outside but on the inside the gentle massaging could make him fall asleep. Her touch, she was making him want her. Making him doubt what had ever happened between them. She was hardly playing fair today. She knew he couldn’t resist her touch.

“Phae,” Lucius whispered. She met his ear and quietly whispered about pure thoughts hardly being pure with him. This made Lucius grin turn into a smirk. He turned meeting her lips, he broke away for a moment to look in her in the eyes. “Pure thoughts, are hardly fun,” He quietly mumbled. There was no way a mortal could have pure thoughts when Phae was around. She had long quiditch fit legs, which she wore those skirts with. She wore heels that extenuated her height and perfect form. She had the upper body of a goddess, her hair flowed perfectly, and you couldn’t even talk about her lips. You had to see her lips to believe it was possible for someone to own a pair like that. “You’re hardly playing fair today,” Lucius mumbled taking in her scent. She was winning without doubt. She had him at the v-neck cut tee and squeeze on the leg. He brought a hand to her curly brown locks of hair, running it softly through it. The other hand dropping to the small of her back.

His fingers played with the hem of the shirt. It didn’t take a genius to know that Lucius Malfoy wished they were anywhere but in public. His fingers inched up the small of her back just barley under the back of her shirt. If she hadn’t already caught on that she was killing him inside, she had to know now. His other hand dropped to her lower waist. He used the position he currently had to his advantage, turning to face her so he could bloke the rest of the world out. He had taken in the current’s audience face though. The dark haired was watching intently, it was like she was getting pleasure out of just watching the two. He thumb ran over her warm skin softly in back, he could feel her skin. It was so close to him, and yet it was so incredibly far away. What a horrible predicament. Lucius rarely found himself not getting what he wanted. But this, he wasn’t getting. His eyes wandered to her blouse once more. The crescent twinkling with the light shinning upon it. He smiled softly, meet her eyes. He leaned closer kissing her shoulder, trailing his way up to her jaw line then back to her lips. If he didn’t get a kiss back after all of this he was going to doubt himself. Maybe he had lost his touch, besides he was already having problems from ripping her clothes off in the middle of the pub in front of a million on-lookers.

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[phaedra leto dionysius]

I'm Trouble,
Yeah Baby, I'm No Good

[/b] Phaedra replied in response to the suggestion that she loved him. However true it may be, she was not about to allow Lucious to say she loved him. He knew it was true without the silent confirmation from herself. Fancy, attracted to, wanted - were all things she would allow. She was greatly fond of him too, no secret there. Love though? Love was such a strong and powerful thing over which control was won and lost. Phaedra could not have him thinking he held the better cards.

She had resisted his kiss. She resisted the next one too. She did like making him work. He deserved it too, the Bastard. He did have lovely soft lips, so tempting. She did like kissing him, now, and in the past. He had a few boyfriends in her life but Lucious, in so many ways, was her favourite. To tell him as such would only give him a big head and it was big enough already. He could put the moves on nearly any female around and get good results. She was happy that for now it was her. She was probably obsessed with him when they first dated. Phaedra was cursed with an addictive/obsessive personality, which occasionally crushing depending on what she was fixated on. However it was such fun to be fixated upon Lucious Malfoy. As long as she remembered who she was dealing with them everything would turn out OK. She looked into his eyes, grinning widely, tongue between white teeth as she moved her hand inwards...just a little. She didn't care that this place was public. She too was also having fun menacing the little witch over there with their actions.

Lucious Malfoy was one highly attractive male. He had platinum blond hair, a rare trait which was absolutely alluring. He had refined features and an even pale complexion. He had the best skin she had ever seen on a male. It probably had something to do with being a pampered pureblood who never truly had to life a finger in his life. He was muscular and lean and completely well formed. Phaedra had always been attracted to him: physically and personality wise. She liked others too, of course. How could she not? There was a great world out there full of fine male specimens willing to be used for a night or too. She wouldn't love them. She had done the loving thing and had been burned by that romantic flame. Love wasn't all they made it out to be. Love hurt. Lucious hurt. Damn it, it was good though. "Why should I be fair? You rarely are,"

Phaedra could feel him making adjustments. It'd be fun to get out of here and have her wicked way with him. However there was the small task of riling up that witch some more. It should be fun. Phaedra wondered, for a moment, if she'd make her way over with the intention to slap or hex. Phaedra was more inclined to go for physical violence in such cases. It always took the magical by the greatest surprise. Her own hand slid into his hair as he drew close. It was only a moment she contemplated not reacting again but such a thing would prove cruel and she certainly didn't want to give the impression she wasn't interested beyond a simple tease. There was always that damn woman who needed to realise there was no chance: not at the moment. Then they were kissing. Phaedra's lasts thoughts were that if she got her hair pulled for this one of them was definitely going to pay. That though, was the last, as she concentrated on kissing Lucious Malfoy most pleasurably. [/ul][/blockquote]


NOTES: Sorry it sucks a bit.

[lucius tyson malfoy]

Lucius turned so he could see into Phae’s eyes. He felt her hand move closer. “I wouldn’t get to close to the fire, it burns,” He replied softly in her ear. Merlin knew he would rip the goddess shirt off within seconds given the certain places they were located at. He had to maintain control, he had to, her scent. It was like old times, he was losing control. He hated when this happened. Her tongue peeked out between her white teeth. He was losing it. He was in another countries plane calling Kamikaze as the slowly descended to their death. He missed her, he missed everything about her. The way she made him feel, the way she took some of the control of his shoulders. She was everything he wanted, and he let it go. Chances are if he would have allowed to be controlled or tamed maybe just possibly he could have talked his family into arranging the betrothal to someone he loved, to Phae. Who knew how long he was arranged to marry Cissa, but he could have tried. He didn’t even try, thus he had to suffer.

He could feel his insides twisting in a knot. He broke away from her for a moment. He hated this feeling, it was like someone handing him a completed assignment in Herbology then turning him in for it. No one did that, so why was his insides doing this to him? He felt like his heart was breaking looking into her beautiful features. His outside exterior didn’t lessen any of the hard points. Gray eyes creased though, he searched her face hoping and praying that he would find something inside of her that was begging for him to sweep her off her feet and carry her away. They could run away together, well that was if he hadn’t agreed to join a certain someone’s ranks. That was another thing, once he had his new friends he wouldn’t be allowed to see anyone that wasn’t inside. Thus meant Phae. A forbidden love story, maybe that’s why he wanted it so badly.

It was something he could not have on several different levels.
Most people never though this side of Lucius Malfoy existed, even fewer had seen it. His gray eyes turned to avoid hers for a moment. He had to regain his thoughts. He had to reform and build a better wall over those past emotions. He couldn’t act on it more then a simple tease. He couldn’t show Phae that he was an idiot who messed up. This was for fun. Then why was his insides about ready to start eating themselves. Lucius tightened his grip around her frame. He didn’t want to lose her, but he was never his to claim. It was almost as if Lucius Malfoy was guarding something that he knew he was going to lose, although it wasn’t controlling it was almost pathetic. He could feel his back start to ache that was always the first sign of irritation. He swallowed hard, forcing himself finger by finger to let go of her. She wasn’t sand, she wasn’t going to fall to pieces.

Slowly he recovered. He never played fair? He couldn’t help but smirk, he rarely played fair. But if he did so happen to play fair, he was definitely playing fair with Phae. Of course there were a few times he wasn’t quite fair, okay so the bad times overruled the good times. The thing was, he couldn’t face it. Once he had a good thing he ran away faster than you could call him a coward. “Phae, if I have ever played fair in my entire life. It has been with you,” He said almost as sincere as he Lucius could be. He pushed some hair out of her face to stare into her eyes. Those gorgeous orbs that stared back at him. Their lips locked once again, and she kissed him. He was going to fall apart right on the spot. He couldn’t simply accept the fact that he was still very much so in love with this woman. He wanted her to be with him forever, maybe he would deny his position in life. That would not only screw his family name, it would harm Narcissa’s name as if she wasn’t acceptable in society, which would disgrace the Black’s family name. Lucius pulled away from the kiss, although it was quite hard. Phae was giving him more then he asked for. He was always running away right after Phae opened up. “We can’t,” Lucius mumbled quietly, his hand landing on hers that rested in his lap. Lucius hated himself for those two words. It was always said that we can’t when really it was more like he can’t. He shook his head once before giving in, the hand on her back inching it’s way across her soft skin.

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notes Sympathy for Lucy, wait what? hah
credit Moonygirl @ Caution[/FONT][/ul]

[phaedra leto dionysius]

[/b] Phaedra replied flippantly, challengingly, suggestively, in a low voice. Oh how she liked his low voice soft in her ear. he knew that. They were both using weapons they had learned from each other the first time around. Phaedra had been softer then. If she was kind with anyone outside her family it was with him. He could get away with so much. The cheek Lucious could produce and yet she would let it pass was amazing. She had hexed, jinxed, cursed and kicked for lesser crimes.

Phaedra waited. she always waited. She had waited when they first dated, she waited while they were apart and she was waiting now. She had been high as a kite with Lucious Malfoy. Happy. Content. Pleased. She had never smiled and laughed as much as when she was with him. She could have continued their whole lives like that. Maybe that was what made him leave. Phaedra had spent some time furious with the damn blond for leaving the way he did and that crappy little explanation he gave only hurt her more. She had no idea if he knew how much he had hurt her. It was him who strengthed her defences and although he could easily take them down again she was wary. It was funny how little things could change: she would still marry him in an instant if he asked. She had nearly asked him, acually. he would always be the one who got away, she guessed. Lucious was looking at her, as though searching, though for what, or for whom she didn't know. Professions of love? She was here wasn't she, making moves. She had gone after him hadn't she? She had left him alone just like he wanted too. He would never know the damage he had done. He'd probably never see it.

Eyes soft, soft smile, she waited. But nothing came, only a harsher grip as though she was going to run out the door at that very moment. She refused to comment or aknowledge she had noticed. Maybe he hadn't even realised he had done so. It was difficult to tell sometimes. Lucious Malfoy was a delicious puzzle she had never fullly solved. She had tried to but he had never let her. She supposed that was fair because she had...well...she'd never admit that he more or less solved her. Love made people weak and so she was. Weak for Lucious Malfoy. Weak. It was a disgusting filthy word which had no right to exist. Phaedra had often wondered how one could resist that hair, those lips, those slender fingers and well formed body. His wicked personality. She wasnt' about to jump up and down and profess undying love or claim he was the half which made her whole or something equally soppy and cliched. They clicked, they worked, he was a wuss, end of.

He pulled back from the kiss and said words she really wanted to scratch his eyes out for. Yet he wasn't truly pulling away. She raised an eyebrow, eyes hard. She remembered what it was like to kiss him and hated being denied a proper one. Cruel. Yet somehow he must think he was being kind. Either way he was selfish, as always. All males were selfish. All males just thougt they owned the world and that they had the right. Damn stupid Dark Lord thought he had the right. Damn stupid Lucious Malfoy. Damn stupid father. "Can't? Awww does Lucious suddenly have a conscience? " Phaedra mocked. "Or maybe he's just a coward reverting to habit. Running away is always so easy," She said softly but scornfully. Her eyes were stony. She was hurt by the past rejection, and the current. Was he really just toying with her for the fun of it, only to throw her away like he had done so before? It didn't seem so but this was Lucious Malfoy. Damn stupid Phaedra. For a moment she allowed herself to beleive. For a moment she allowed herself, to forget.[/blockquote][/ul]



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NOTES: Awwww pooor Lucy-kun. So torn inside. Uh oh....she's not happy...XD

[lucius tyson malfoy]

Lucius watched her, how he had watched her for so long. It was sick, it reminded of something he hated. A story, a mere story of love, hate, tragic situations, and an awful ending even for a man with such brilliance and cunning, and sexual humor. Lucius watched Phae from the moment they stepped onto the train, he watched her every year, he asked the very woman out, he dated the very woman, he ran from the very woman, he fell for the very woman, he ran from the very woman again. He felt happy with the woman, then continued to watch the woman. And here he sat, watching her again. Longing for something he could never have. She was a smooth criminal and he would forever be her popo. He was forever stuck in the bind of longing and the rules. He longed for her, but his rule book proclaimed as tight of rules as Romeo himself. How dare they tell him what he could and couldn’t do? He was bound forever to Narcissa’s side. The woman of conquer. And She was to wed someone close to him, just to make the irony perfect.

He was dying inside. He almost missed the very words she spoke towards him. She enjoyed the way it hurt? If only she knew how that spoke to him. He loved the way Phae hurt and tore at his heart. He was bound to Cissa forever and yet he couldn’t control the feelings, the very strong feelings he was feeling towards this woman in front of him. Phae. If only he didn’t run away, why did he run away? He was scared, he was a git, he was wreckless he was nervous of what the feelings were. Perhaps if he had gone to Abraxas and begged and pleaded with him perhaps he would have let him marry the woman of his dreams. The one that completed him, the one that made him whine, and never let him always have his way. Perhaps, Phae Malfoy would eventually come of this tragic events but he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to have a happily ever after. He was a deatheater against his will, marrying Narcissa against his will, forever to follow someone which is AGAINST his very being.

“What if I said, “ Lucius cut of for a second. What was he bound to say in response to this. He had no idea what he wanted to be able to proclaim to Phae. What if she found out about Cissa, and he knew about it the entire time? He already had a mess with the Black family. He didn’t mind dealing with Bellatrix or perhaps even hurting his bride to be, but to hurt Phae. Hurt him, it tore at him as if they were still dating. As if Lucius still had to protect her, if someone messed with her they were bound to mess with him. It hadn’t always been that way, but since they dated, Lucius from afar made sure she wasn’t in trouble. He paid younger years to slowly watch her from behind, to make sure she was in no trouble at all. He was perhaps a bit worried about an encounter Phae had with snape, but perhaps Snape would always just be a close friend. He was a suited friend, but still it made his heartache that she didn’t seek him out.

How selfish of him to even mind that she went to someone else these days. He just wanted to make sure she was okay at all times. What did that mean? Did he perhaps care for this woman more then he would like to admit? Perhaps the physical was just part of the stages, perhaps what came later was even greater. Perhaps he felt something so strong for her, perhaps that was why he ran? Perhaps, what the hell? When was Lucius Malfoy ever a Perhaps kind of a man. He didn’t care, he wouldn’t care. He couldn’t even remember starting his previous statement. Did he…love Phae? Did he possibly ache for her company because she was not only beautiful but perhaps just as cynical as him? Perhaps because they way she handled herself proved she could possibly make it as Deatheaters wife, perhaps he knew his mother would adore her. Maybe he loved her. Lucius broke his gaze from her, he couldn’t do this any longer. This was why he ran. Phae made him think, of a white house, with a green fence, in the country side. He was cupping her face with his hand sitting in the window, staring out into the snow. Proffessing their love to each other right before he left on a secret mission. He wanted that, he even envisioned one young lady with a gorgeous complexion that was identical to Phaes wandering the halls of the house. A child, with Phae. And he didn’t even mind it being a male. He always wanted to look into those eyes, he had longed for this for some time now. Here he was, wishing and hoping, and never acting.

Lucius eyes had to contain themselves from bulging once Phae asked if he had received a concinsince. Had he possibly received the Jiminy of his life? Was he possibly sitting on his shoulder? She was mocking him, is this why he loved her? If this why he wanted her? IS THIS why HE needed HER? His heart was racing and he wasn’t positive if he could recovered from something this difficult. Recovering from loving someone you could never have. It was torture pure, torture and he was forever to live with the what could have been? She then mocked his running antic, running away when things got hard. She had no clue what she was talking about. She didn’t know why exactly. She could have guessed that he was tired of her and uped and left. She could have also guessed that he found another. In truth, he found out the worse. Narcissa, he found that he was promised. And to top it off, Lucius Malfoy knew deep down inside that he loved Phae. Together those two things caused him to leave. Hoping Phae would move on, find someone better, someone that Lucius would feel okay giving her to. But she didn’t, and he could never let her go.

“Silence, that insufferable behavior,” Lucius stated, his voice taking a new tone. An authority tone, he wasn’t going to take any of her crap today. Lucius gazed back towards the gorgeous woman next to him. His heart was longing for her, his body needing her. How dare they meet in such a public place? The shirt would be off in a moment and he would be already heading towards second base. How dare they do this to him? Usually after fun, he would tell himself he was okay. He didn’t need such a love. Without the physical need taken care of the emotional and physical stages were screaming at him. His heart thumped, he was about to do something crazy. Lucius was vulnerable and Phae was going to end up seeing it in him. Quite frankly, he didn’t give a dam. Lucius used the arm that was around her and gently pulled her on top of his lap. His arm searching along her back for support. He pressed his lips against her. The passion flew, the longing was fulfilled. Lucius bit down hard on her lip, his tongue entering hers, he needed her to understand the turmoil, he needed her to want to move on. He needed her to slap him, he needed her to tell him to get lost, that he had been a complete jerk to her. He needed this. He slipped the hand up the rest of her shirt, gently caressing her back with his finger tips. He needed her to leave, and yet, he didn’t want her to. The definition of need and want was such a horrible misconception.

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words 1,335
outfit ClickForLucy
notes AWWWWH, love the way you live & Scotty(Cissa) dosen't know!
credit Moonygirl @ Caution[/FONT][/ul]

[phaedra leto dionysius]

[/i] him. Her life did not fall apart in his absence - in fact she learned many a new things and was now one of the greatest dangers in the Slytherin House - whether her housemates realised it or not. She had a backlog stored in books encrypted by her own making, thrice so because she wasn't stupid and each layer more difficult than the next. She stored information she kept her ears wide open for in her memory, or even in one of those notebooks she had purchased from the muggle world simply because they were horribly muggle and no good Pure Blood would ever want to clap eyes on one, let alone touch it for even a second. They could hate her for using Muggle Utensils too - free flowing ink seemed to seem too deep into the thin paper pages causing an effect Phaedra did not appreciate. His absence from her life had done her good, and bad. He would leave her life once more but it was going to be a fun and bumpy ride until then. Breaking the rules was one of her most precious past times. The scandalised looks on the kids from the close set families who adhered to the rules was delicious. Phaedra bashed the rules with all her might simply because her father believed in them. She took little time to truly decide whether she believed in them herself. She had told herself long ago, she couldn't possibly agree with her dearest daddy on anything, and therefore was politically, and socially opposed to him in as many ways as she could be. However, she couldn't change her morality. Phaedra was a Slytherin. Slytherins needed no one.

They should be the ones getting married. If anyone was to rightfully marry Lucious Tyson Malfoy it was Phaedra Leto Dionysius. As they say, if you love someone, you let them go. Mostly Phaedra thought that was a load of crap designed for those who couldn't be bothered but sometimes there were no choices. If Lucious was betrothed, he had probably been so since he was very young and interfering with such matters would only get her killed. Phaedra liked being alive: there were many pleasant things which could be done whilst being alive. She would die one day, like they all would, but that adventure would be delayed as long as possible. Life could not possibly be planned, not down to the last detail. Just when you had everything figured out, it pulled the carpet out from under you in a hard sharp yank. The world would tumble as you fell, causing sharp knocks and headaches. Sometimes life just sucked. Maybe she should have obeyed the rules a little more. Perhaps she would have got what she wanted. She would now never know. She didnt' like playing by those rules anyway; she wasn't about to allow society dictate her life when she found it a bit backwards. Her business was her own, not theirs.

Whatever the future had in store, Phaedra was not about to dwell upon it. She lived and breathed half in the minute, half in the planning. Phae always had a plan. She did not like to live completely spontaneously. Impulsions were messy. Impulsions lead to complications which hurt not only yourself but others too and while Phaedra generally didn't care for those around her, the tangled webs could take years to untangle and could consume all your time. She did not want to spend her life trying to escape the snapping jaws of the wreckage of Hogwarts. Phaedra wanted to be free of the castle walls in the dark murky water of the big bad world. She wanted to stand on her own feet without the fuzzy protection of the 'Great' Albus Dumbledore and his motly crew of Professors. In one way Hogwarts was like a cage containing all the little school kids who would otherwise run rampant on an unsuspecting population. In another way it was like a sanctuary protecting them from the heating war. The fires were burning outside the walls of Hogwarts and some of them were going to get burned, and all of them were affected by it. There was no escaping this war. It will find even those who flee into the Muggle Realm. It will find them all.

There was more than one reason why Lucious had upped and left. None of them were ones Phaedra liked the look of. She had asked him outright, demanding to know what his pea-sized brain was thinking. Did he really think it was going to be that easy? Well, it was. Damnit! Phaedra never meant to allow Lucious off with his crimes but she had all to inadvertently. He was sneaky and slippery that way. Loving him had made her soft and part of her had resented him for it. She didn't have him, she loved him and she couldn't need him. Maybe he just got bored. Would he be sitting here with her now if that was the case? Familiarity bred fondness and it had been quite some time ago that they had dated. Feelings of niggling boredom would have fled, possibly replaced with excitement of ...rekindling...or history, whatever. Maybe he got scared. Taht was a laugh. Lucious, scared? Lucious didn't get scared. Lucious was the guy who did the scaring, watching the blood drain from his poor victim's face and feeling sadistically satisfied by the proceedings. Lucious didn't scare her though. Phaedra was a particularly difficult girl to scare - she did have to deal with her father after all, and she was basically a glorified hit wizard (non-ministry sanctioned). Did he find someone else? If she found out he was cheating on her Lucious better watch out because he was likely to lose some vital parts of his anatomy. Maybe it all just fizzled out. They were volatile but she had liked it that way. Plain sailing was boring.

Ah. Now that was what she wanted. He had that crazy look in his eye, one which informed her he was breaking. He had reprimanded her too. He should have known that wouldn't work unless she cared about spouting her irritation at him. Now she was getting what she wanted, Phaedra saw no reason to continue. It was about time he caved because she knew she was unlike to lose control today: at least not so soon. Seated in his lap, their lips meant, pain stinging her lip when he bit down hard. Pain was good. Even if he didn't complain, hadn't he wanted to drive that annoying dark haired girl crazy? She had to be loving this. Phaedra threaded her fingers though Lucious's hair allowing him to control the proceedings. One hand trailed down his chest toying playfully with the buttons at the top.[/blockquote][/ul]

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NOTES: Awww. And Luci thinks he doesn't love her when he's imagining kids. Heeeee XD so cute. So fun

[lucius tyson malfoy]

Lucius watched Phae slowly, was she giving into him? Was she going to make his heart soar more then he could ever describe? He wanted this more then she would be able to ever comprehend. He could feel her lips press against his. What the hell had he just gotten himself into? His eyes focused on her, he could feel her playing with the buttons on his shirt. Maybe just maybe if he allowed himself to have a little fun, his feelings would slowly retreat back into his heart and stop dancing on his sleeve. Maybe he would be able to learn how to love Narcissa. He just wasn’t quite sure that was possible anymore. Lucius bit down on his lip watching Phae. He pulled back from her. His hands resting on her hips. His eyes quickly watched the woman he had been previously flirting with. He chuckled under his breath, standing up, supporting Phae with his arms, so she wouldn’t have to move at all. He kicked the chair back with his foot.

His eyes glanced towards the tender at the moment before slipping into maintenance closet, supporting Phae with one arm, using the other to grab his wand and lock the door. His legs were trembling and he was scared what was bound to come out of his mouth tonight. With a few flicks of his wrist, the cabinets of cleaning supplies were turned into a pull down bed. He let the mattress fall from the wall, the dingy swinging light bulb into a chandelier that slowly dimmed. Lucius’ hand slid under Phae’s back slowly lowering her down towards the mattress. His lips engulfed hers, he wanted all of her, he needed her. He had to refuse to use the L word it couldn’t slip now. Lucius leaned on her, using his knees to hold most of his weight so he didn’t crush her fragile frame. Lucius lips trailed her shoulders down towards the front of her chest. “Phae…” Lucius mumbled quietly. His lips finally returned to hers. His hands sliding carefully up her waist line.

Lucius pulled away, looking down into her eyes. He bit down on his own lip. He couldn’t explain to anyone how he thought of Phae. It was indescribable. He couldn’t help but always want her in his life, even his married life. It was wrong; he would be horrible judged for his actions. But he couldn’t stay away from her as hard as he tried, and from what he thought she couldn’t stay away from him either. He kissed her lips once more. His heart racing, his fingers pulling at the end of her shirt, he wanted it off now. He froze, his index finger dropping the material. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. When in the hell did Lucius ever deny himself of a good shag? He had it bad, he had it bad for Phae. He couldn’t go through with Narcissa. Lucius’ face screwed into a slight scowl. He turned away for a moment. He could feel the pit of his stomach churn, he felt like he was going to be sick.

Lucius leaned down towards Phae’s eyes. A finger trailing her cheek gently. His heart thumping even longer, he was afraid it would never stop. He bit down on the bottom of her lobe before shaking his head in disgust with himself. “I love you Phaedra Leto Dionysius…” Lucius didn’t cry, but if he did he was pretty sure he would right now. Lucius had never felt heart break before, but if he could try and guess what it felt like, it had to be this. Lucius eyes darted towards the door, he wanted to run away. He leaned back down towards her, kissing her. Instead of it being physically exhausting this kiss, was extremely passionate. Annoyingly emotional. Lucius could feel something tugging at his waterline. Lucius froze, pulling away, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to stare into hers. He backed up quickly towards the door, his hand on the knob. He didn’t know what to do, his whole life had been planned for him. How could this happen? To him? Lucius felt something drip down his face. It burned almost worse than an incendio on your foot. He dropped his shoulder and placed his head against the cold door. What was he going to do?

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words 730
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notes AWWWWH, don't turn around!
credit Moonygirl @ Caution[/FONT][/ul]

[phaedra leto dionysius]

[/b] Phaedra said softly. "Kept waiting and nothing happened. Then you dumped me," Phaedra added walking over to Lucious, making sure he didn't have room to open the door. "So what's going through that head of yours?

notes: if he leaves I'll have to kill him ^_^
Sorry for the long wait. had trouble thinking of what she'd say.