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Chapter Four: A Decision
Lucius roughly pulled away; he was dumbfounded. He had just kissed a muggle, he Lucius Malfoy. He should be disgusted at himself. What if his father had seen him what would he had said? If the dragon pox hadn’t killed the old wizard, this certainly would have. He was shocked Petunia was quite skilled, something he wouldn’t have expected. She took her time, she was slow, methodical, and gentle, not sloppy. Narcissa had been a sloppy and distant kisser. This would be a secret he would take to his grave or so he thought, he quite liked kissing the muggle.
Once Lucius had pulled away, Petunia put a dainty finger on her trembling lips. She should be ashamed of herself, acting like a deviant kissing someone she barely knew, a stranger in the middle of London. And this stranger happened to be a wizard, a freak among freaks. This was so abnormal, but it felt so right. This wizard knew how to please, he was passionate, raw, rough, and dangerous. His kisses were lustful and tasted of danger and cheap liquor, they were not boring and distant like Vernon’s hairy kisses were.
The two stared at each other wordlessly not knowing quite what to say after their passionate moment. Petunia was the first to speak, “shall we go get the wand now?”
Lucius was drawn back to reality. “Well bit of a problem I dare say, your ex seemed to have locked up for the night. We’re not getting in unfortunately. I don’t have my wand or floo powder. We have to try again in the morning.”
Petunia shifted uncomfortably, she wanted to get away from this freak, she didn’t like how she was becoming attracted to this wizard. Her eyes gazed next to the pub, there was an inn. “There’s an inn next-door, you can stay there until the morning and go and retrieve the wand in the morning, I doubt Vernon’s shift would start so early. Do you have any muggle money?”
“One of the perks of working at the ministry of magic is that they collected muggle money for research purposes, and I lifted some over the years out of pure curiosity,” he answered dryly.
“That settles it then you will get a room at the inn, stay the night and retrieve your wand in the morning,” she ordered. He loved how she ordered him about not even Narcissa had the nerve to do that.
“I suppose that should be the plan,” he muttered.
“Good, give me the phone, our deal was for me to help retrieve the wand, it is not my bloody fault the wand is locked up in the pub. I gave you a plan to get the wand, now hand it over.” She smiled a slight smile; she loved how this freak brought out her dominant side.
He wanted to protest but he was so enthralled by this strong show of force by a muggle woman of all people. He sighed, his hand lingered in his pocket longer than it should have, he against all inclination wanted her to stay. Once she had the phone, she would be gone. But he knew he couldn’t delay forever. He handed her the phone with a furious force, angry at himself for not wanting her to leave and angry at her for wanting to leave.
Petunia for her part didn’t want to leave either. This handsome wizard made her feel alive and maybe if she dared, sexy, that kiss though it was meant to be fake was the best kiss of her life. She stared at the phone plopped into her hand and realized she was being ridiculous fancying a wizard of all people. She clutched her handbag and curtly said, “thank you. Good night.” And without another word walked off into the dark night. Lucius watched her until she became one with the night, he then proceeded to the inn, where he paid for a room.
It was two in the morning as Lucius paced around his filthy small muggle room. He was filled with thoughts of Petunia; he couldn’t get the horrid muggle out of his head. He wished he had asked her to stay. He was obsessed with her. Her lavender scent, her pale lips, the strawberry jam that he had tasted when he kissed her, they all filled his thoughts. A knock was heard at the door. He resisted answering with the thought pressing against his mind, what if it was the police? What if they figured out, he was gone and were here to arrest him? The knock could be heard again, and the posh shrill voice of Petunia rang out,” Lucius it’s Petunia open up!” He ran to the door and swung it open. He saw Petunia holding a bottle. “I thought you might like some company I brought wine.”