XX: Mine Is Your Heart

Chapter XX: Mine Is Your Heart

Part of Morgana felt elated. Lucius' kisses were so sincere, and his hands on her body felt so warm and tender. He made her believe that he really, truly wanted her. She felt proud and desirable. And she relished the feeling. What seventeen-year-old girl would not?

But another part of her felt terrified and wanted nothing more than to run after Snape and beg him to take her back to Hogwarts. He had made it very clear earlier that he would not blame her if she backed out. He would support her. And Morgana was endlessly grateful for this.

But it was also Snape's behaviour that had made it hard for her to keep smiling. She had seen the look in his eyes when Lucius had started touching her. And she had seen him drink too much too quickly and seen his eyes get darker, and she had wished that he would not have to see any of this. He had called her a slut before, and he would surely see this as a confirmation.

But Morgana had no time to ponder what her Head of House was thinking of her. He was gone, and she was lying in Lucius' arms, enjoying it and at the same time hoping that Snape would forgive her. That she, one day, would forgive herself.

The massive mahogany banqueting table in the dining room of Malfoy Manor had been transformed in an oval table, draped with a white tablecloths and lain with the best china money could buy, silver cutlery and crystal glasses. Two chairs stood beside each other, both upholstered with dark red velvet cushions. The curtains were drawn, and the room was filled with the soft light of countless candles, which emitted a sweet, intoxicating scent.

Lucius gallantly guided Morgana to her seat and pulled out the chair for her, and as she sat, he brushed her neck ever so lightly with his lips.

'Silvy has been slaving in the kitchen all day,' he whispered. 'You know how much she likes to please you. Do you see anything you like, my love?'

What was there not to like? On the table appeared oysters in their shells, tiny savoury pastries, vol-au-vents with shavings of truffle and miniature asparagus dripping with butter.

Morgana swallowed and smiled shyly, once more overwhelmed by the Malfoy luxury as well as the Malfoy charm. She knew very well that all this was just for show, but she could not help but be impressed.

'I thought it would be fun to start of the dinner with some finger food,' Lucius spoke softly, his lips still tickling her neck. 'I hope you have a healthy appetite, darling. You will need to keep your strength up.'

With a fluid motion, he moved his chair close to Morgana's and took a seat, his left hand still resting on her shoulder. And she smiled at him, her blue eyes glittering in the candle light. She had felt genuinely uncomfortable as she and Snape had arrived at the Manor, but now – against her better judgment – she began to relax. Lucius was kind to her; no one could claim the opposite. He was so charming, so adorable. He must care for her.

'Now, what to start with?' Lucius chose a pastry, picked it up with his long, slender fingers and smiled. 'Open up, love.'

He let Morgana take a bite and then gingerly brushed the crumbs from her lips with his free finger.

'And now some vegetables. Greens are good for young women like you, my sweet.'

He picked up a sprig of asparagus and offered it to her, the rich butter melting down his fingers. And his pupils dilated as he watched Morgana lick it off his fingers with the tip of her tongue before closing her lips delicately around the head of the asparagus. It was a sensuous sight, and Lucius couldn't help but groan as he pushed the asparagus into the girl's mouth along with the tips of his fingers.

'Oh, love,' he breathed as he felt her tongue softly flick against his fingertips. 'The night has not yet begun, and I already don't want it to end.'

He picked up another sprig of asparagus, this time playfully dripping some butter on Morgana's lips before plopping the vegetable into her mouth with a grin, just to lean in and lick the butter off seconds later.

Morgana giggled, deeply amused by Lucius' playfulness. 'Didn't your mother teach you not to play with food, Lucius Malfoy?'

'Forgive me, love,' Lucius laughed. 'But I am feeling mischievous tonight.'

He reached for an oyster and sensuously drank it from the shell, and Morgana couldn't help but let her fingers trail down his throat. He looked dashing, so manly. And he did all of this just for her.

'As if you needed oysters, Lucius,' she murmured, and Lucius smiled at her, licking his lips seductively.

'You are the only aphrodisiac I need, my beautiful Morgana.'

He reached for her hand to kiss it but paused. 'I am glad you are wearing the jewellery I sent you tonight,' he said, holding up her hand so the snakes' emerald eyes sparkled in the candlelight. 'Do you like it?'

Morgana smiled. 'Of course I do, Lucius.'

'Then let me finish the set, my love.' He pulled a square box from his robes and slowly, slowly opened it to reveal a silver snake pendant. Once more, the snake had emeralds for eyes.

Morgana couldn't help but gasp. 'There are women who would kill for jewellery like this, Lucius.'

'And then there are women who truly deserve it,' Lucius replied, graciously getting up from his chair to stand behind Morgana in order to drape the necklace around her neck and place yet another row of kisses on the sensitive skin.

Morgana sighed contently, letting her head fall to the side. Why was Lucius being so nice to her? Why was Lucius showering her with such beautiful gifts? She was there, at the Manor, unable to get away, completely in his powers. He could just take her, ravish her and complete his plan, and no-one would ever hear her scream. He did not need to be nice to her. But still, he was adorable, loving and caring. He was taking her by storm, and her young heart had no chance to resist his charms. And slowly but surely, Morgana started to forget why she was at the Manor that night and instead started to believe that Lucius truly cared for her.

'You're spoiling me, Lucius,' she stated as he took his seat beside her again. 'How can I ever thank you?'

'You do not need to thank me, my love. A beautiful woman like you deserves luxury, the best money can buy. And I want us both to have a very special night tonight.'

He called for the elf to clear the table for the next course and let her bring more champagne for himself and pomegranate juice for his young belle.

'Do you like game, my love?'

Morgana shrugged. How would she know? As if she had ever had the opportunity to try.

'We are having roast pheasant with dauphinoise potatoes and green beans,' Lucius went on. 'I shot the pheasant myself this afternoon.'

Morgana raised an eyebrow, and Lucius smiled kindly at her. 'It's a sport, dear heart. And it wasn't as if the beast gave its life in vain. In fact, when you taste what Silvy has done with it, I'm sure you'll agree that the pheasant should have lain in front of me and begged to be shot.'

Morgana laughed. 'Just thinking that they are serving spaghetti and meatballs at Hogwarts tonight ...'

'How utterly unromantic!' Lucius exclaimed. 'What's for dessert? One of Severus' dreadful indigestion potions?'

'I don't think Professor Snape would allow dessert,' Morgana replied with a forced smile. Somehow, joking about her Head of House did not feel right that evening.

'Yes,' Lucius sneered. 'Severus is far too bitter to allow any sweetness into his life.'

'Has he always been like that?' Morgana enquired, suddenly realising that she knew virtually nothing about her Head of House.

'Severus has always been much more comfortable in his own company, shall we say,' Lucius started, smiling. 'He has always been defensive and prickly as a cactus. And just as unpopular with the ladies. Some things never change.'

Snape being unpopular with the ladies? Now that must be the joke of the century! Morgana couldn't help but grin. If Lucius only knew how she and Charis had been lusting for their Potions master.

Fortunately, Lucius took it as sign to continue. 'He had a rather unfortunate nickname, too,' he revealed. 'Snivellus.'

'Snivellus?' Morgana laughed. 'Why Snivellus?'

'I guess it had something to do with his large nose and his greasy hair.' Lucius chuckled. 'There was a gang of Gryffindors that teased Severus mercilessly.'

'And they survived?' Morgana enquired.

Lucius laughed again. 'Funnily enough, they did. But Severus soon turned into one of the best duellers in school. The Gryffindors left him alone, and we all respected him for his skills. But I think he never forgot nor forgave.'

No, certainly not. Suddenly Morgana found herself wondering if her stern Potions master had ever had any friends at school, or if he had been lonely all his life. And the thought pained her immensely.

Her musings were interrupted by the main course appearing on the table: rich and creamy potatoes, crisp beans, and the pheasant, which was tender and succulent and melted like butter on Morgana's tongue.

'Hm, Lucius,' she moaned. 'This truly is delicious.'

Lucius raised his eyebrow and smirked. 'Making such delightful noises already, my sweet? How will you sound when you have tasted this?' he asked, grasping her hand and placing it on the bulge between his legs.

Morgana smiled and played indignant. 'Tsk, tsk, Mr Malfoy.'

Once more, Lucius laughed. 'Why, Miss Belakane, could it be that you are becoming modest?' he asked in a shocked tone. 'What has Silvy put in that pheasant?'

Morgana giggled at his show of pretending to hunt around the plate, and Lucius smiled contently. He liked the girl's laugh and had to admit that he was enjoying her company. Narcissa had stopped laughing at his jokes years ago. And those tarts he normally courted at Persephone's Palace in Knockturn Alley were undeniably pretty but – in most cases – also undeniably daft and did not appreciate a good joke. Morgana did. She was pretty and smart. But not smart enough to see through him, not smart enough to escape. Too naive to even try.

Morgana excused herself after the meal, pretending to have to use the little witches' room. But in fact, she needed to be alone for a few moments to gather her thoughts. Her mind was in turmoil. Lucius was ever so charming and courteous, but she knew why he was acting that way. Or had he changed his mind? Did he do all this because he cared for her?

After having splashed some cold water on her face, Morgana went to find Silvy. Snape's warning words were suddenly echoing in her ears, and however hard she tried, she could not stop thinking of him after all that Lucius had told her.

She found the elf slaving away in the kitchen, of course.

'Silvy, can you do me a favour?' she asked. 'When Master Lucius is occupied later tonight, can you get to Hogwarts and find Professor Snape?'

Silvy nodded.

'Tell him that everything is going alright,' Morgana went on. 'And tell him ... tell him that I am sorry.'

'Anything for Miss Morgana,' the elf replied.

Despite herself, Morgana sank to her knees and pulled the surprised elf into a hug. And as the elf awkwardly patted her back, she almost started to cry. She did not deserve Silvy's compassion.

'Is Miss happy with the dinner?' Silvy piped after some moments, and Morgana smiled at her.

'You have outdone yourself once more, Silvy. It was excellent. What is for dessert?'

'White chocolate gu and passionfruit sorbet, miss,' the elf declared, beaming.

'Did you choose that?'

'No, miss. Master Lucius chose it all.'

Morgana smiled. 'The man has taste, undeniably.'

She patted Silvy on the head and then got up, straightening her dress. 'Looking good?' she asked.

'Beautiful, miss,' the elf replied.

And after taking some deep breaths, Morgana made her way back to the dining room. She could not make Lucius wait any longer and possibly get angry at her. She had a mission to complete that night.

'Did you miss me?' she asked as she re-entered the room, and Lucius promptly opened his arms.

'I did indeed,' he replied, looking at her like a sad puppy.

Oh, he looked dashing. Lucius knew how to set off his pale colouring well, and dove-grey looked particularly resplendent on him. Morgana loved the way he dressed in such expensive, luxurious and tactile materials. The man was simply begging to be touched. And she did not resist when he pulled her on to his lap and kissed her deeply. 'I have missed you terribly,' he murmured as he came up for air. 'And I am not letting you out of my sight again tonight.'

Morgana smiled as Lucius sneaked one arm around her waist and gestured towards the table with his free hand. 'I couldn't decide between my two favourite desserts,' he explained. 'So I had Silvy make both. Something cold and something hot. Something fruity and something chocolaty.'

He picked up a ramekin of white chocolate gu and spooned a little in Morgana's mouth. And she couldn't help but gasp. That was by far the best gu she had ever eaten, and suddenly she was reminded of Bella and how the witch had moaned over a bit of Tiffin.

'Delicious, isn't it?' Lucius enquired innocently before he took a mouthful himself and moaned. 'Like sex in chocolate form.'

Morgana gave a little laugh, and Lucius picked up the glass dish that contained the sorbet.

'Now try this, love,' he murmured seductively. 'Vibrant, fruity, yet very refreshing to the palate. See why I couldn't decide between them?'

Morgana licked her lips and nodded. Although, if it were up to her, she would choose the chocolate.

As if Lucius had read her mind, he dipped the spoon into the ramekin once more. 'More gu, I think.'

That time, a soft moan escaped Morgana's lips as a shudder of pleasure went down her spine. What the hell was in that gu?

'Isn't it amazing?' Lucius asked, grinning mischievously, 'That such a little dish can contain so much pleasure?'

He pulled Morgana closer, and she could feel that the bulge between his legs had become considerably bigger. Obviously, the gu had a similar effect on him as it had on her. Playfully, she took the spoon from his hand.

'Tongue, Mr Malfoy,' she instructed, her voice not much more than a whisper.

She put a spoonful of gu onto her own tongue and then latched onto his, and they shared a deep, chocolaty kiss, both shivering with pleasure.

Lucius' hands felt hot on her back, and as he skilfully unzipped her dress, Morgana shifted her weight to grind herself up against his now very impressive bulge. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire, and she found that she wanted more of Lucius than just his kisses. She wanted all of him. With swift fingers, she unbuttoned his trousers and left her hand glide into his silken boxers.

'Yes,' Lucius hissed and let his own hands wander up Morgana's thighs, gathering up her skirts to lift the dress over her head. 'You look incredible.'

His complimenting was interrupted by his moan as Morgana wrapped her hand firmly around his erection, and he instinctively bucked his hips.

'I see you have truly missed me,' Morgana whispered, busy freeing Lucius' manhood. She wanted him, needed him. And she needed him now.

'I truly have, my love,' he breathed and moved her knickers to the side, and Morgana slid onto him, whimpering softly as he filled her. And he held her firmly by the hips, thrusting upwards.

He grabbed her face with both his hands and kissed her furiously while driving up into her like a madman. She was so tight, and it felt so incredibly good. And he had been waiting for so long, so many years for his plan to reach fruition. Now he desperately wanted to spill his seed into her hot flesh.

'Gods, Morgana,' he cried out. 'I'm not sure I can hold out ...'

'Then come for me, Lucius,' he heard her whisper, and he continued slamming into her, crying out her name as he filled her with spurt after spurt of his seed, holding himself inside her to the hilt.

'Oh, love,' he breathed after his heartbeat had returned to normal. 'You are incredible.'

He kissed her tenderly now, stroking her back with feather light fingers, and Morgana melted into his kiss, closing her eyes and suddenly wondering how long his kisses and his caresses would last.

The deed was done, she thought. The heir was conceived. Surely, Lucius would send her back to Hogwarts now. But he surprised her. And before she knew it, he had Apparated them to the white room where he had made love to her before.

He laid her gently on the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes locked onto hers and a smile on his lips.

'What are you smiling at, Mr Malfoy?' Morgana asked, surprised at how steady her voice was.

'I am smiling,' Lucius replied, 'at how beautiful you look in those jewels and that underwear in my bed, Miss Belakane.' And he did not even lie. The girl was indeed a lovely sight.

Morgana purred like a cat as she watched Lucius hooking his fingers into his trousers just to pull them agonisingly slowly down over his delicious butt, along with his silken pants. She drank in the sight of the magnificent wizard in front of her: his smooth, hairless chest, his flat stomach and his magnificent cock that was already stiffening again.

Lucius smiled and let a tantalising finger run down his chest, his belly, looking at the young witch in front of him the whole time, his silver-grey eyes glittering. Obviously, she enjoyed what she saw just as much as he enjoyed what he saw.

He wrapped his hand around his semi-erect cock and started stroking it slowly. And Morgana licked her lips as she saw it swell in arousal. She wanted to taste him. She got onto her knees and crawled towards the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving his.

Lucius moaned with delight as her tongue flicked over the glistening top of his cock. And when she licked him from base to top, he closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of her warm tongue against his flesh.

'Can you taste yourself?' he growled as she closed his lips around his head and slowly took him inside her mouth.

'Hm,' she breathed.

'And how do you taste?'

'Sweet as white chocolate.'

Lucius eyes snapped open, and he took hold of Morgana's shoulders, gently manoeuvring her onto all fours, her head facing away from him.

'Let me taste you, love.'

He removed her knickers and sank onto his knees behind her, burying his tongue inside her lips and massaging her clit. He heard her gasp and felt her push back against his face, and he held on to her thighs, flicking and lapping until she started to moan.

'Please, don't stop, Lucius,' she begged. 'Please, don't stop.'

He suckled her gently, probing her entrance with his finger. She tasted sweet indeed. And he teased her insistently, suckling her clit until he felt her shudder just to stop seconds before she tumbled over the edge.

'Lucius, please,' Morgana whimpered, the sound of her voice almost desperate. 'Please, Lucius. Take me!'

He swiftly stood and entered her with a fluid movement all the way up to the hilt, feeling her muscles contract around him.

'Oh, yes, Lucius. Yes. YES!'

He ploughed relentlessly into her as she climaxed, ignoring her whimpers. 'Oh, yes, Morgana,' he hissed. 'You are mine now.'

He pounded her yet harder, reaching around her belly to stroke her clit with deft fingers.

'MINE!' he roared as her second orgasm brought forth his own, and he collapsed on top of her, his heart racing.

Yes, she was truly his now. For the third time, she had come to him of her own free will. Each time, she had let him enter her warm flesh. Each time, he had planted his seed inside her. And tonight, he was certain that he had fathered the Heir of Darkness. And the girl had no idea.

'Oh, love, what are you doing to me?' he gasped breathlessly as he slumped onto the bed and pulled Morgana towards him.

But she was too short of breath to speak, and her whole body was shaking. And she let Lucius kiss her hair and cradle her, despite her better judgment, feeling thoroughly safe in his strong arms.

'Yours, Lucius,' she whispered before her eyelids fluttered shut. 'Yours ...'

And he caressed her cheek with his long, tender fingers and kissed her hair once more, smiling triumphantly. 'Truly, love,' he whispered back. 'Truly ...'

* * *

It was still early when Morgana woke up, so early that the whole Manor was silent. Even the elves were probably still asleep. And Lucius lay on his stomach beside her, his hair sprawled out on the pillow and his right arm possessively wrapped around her waist.

He grunted as she freed herself from his grip but didn't wake, and Morgana slipped out of the bed and tip-toed towards the en suite bathroom. She moved as silently as she could. She did not want Lucius to wake up. She needed to be alone for a while.

Once she had closed the door behind her, she made her way to the basin to wash her face and gasped as she caught sight of her reflection in the gilded mirror. 'You look like owl droppings, Ms Belakane,' she murmured and sneered at the memory of Snape telling her not to come back to the castle with a hangover. Surely, he would not be all too pleased to see her in this state either: she was pale as a ghost, there were dark shadows under her eyes, and her neck had started to bruise from Lucius' love bites. There were also other bruises, and Morgana tried to remember when he had throttled her. But it was in vain.

Actually, there were quite a few things she didn't remember clearly about last night. Lucius had literally fucked her senseless. He had done things to her that she had had no idea were doable, things that were certainly illegal in certain countries. He had made her moan and scream in ecstasy for the better part of the night, and she had let him, always hungry for more. And she wondered if Lucius really had the stamina of a twenty-five-year old or if he had been using magic.

For a moment, Morgana considered calling Silvy but decided against it. It was still early, and she was perfectly able to run her own bath. She found a bottle of Love Dream Bubble Bath and filled up the tub, curious about which scent that would develop, knowing that Love Dream contained a few drops of Amortentia which made it smell differently to different people according to what attracted them.

Roses? Morgana frowned as she relaxed in the warm water. Why would her Amortentia smell of roses? She did not even like flowers. Must be the roses Lucius sent, she thought. Certainly, the musky back note reminded her of him. But there was another scent, a faint whiff of dark chocolate and peppermint. Once more Morgana scowled. But her mind was too tired to figure out whom the scent reminded her of.

She closed her eyes for some moments before she started massaging her aching muscles. Her legs felt stiff, so did her back and arms, and as she let her hand run over her belly, she froze, suddenly remembering the reason why she had been brought to Malfoy Manor last night. Oh, how she wished that Snape had screwed up his potion. But he was the best potioneer in the country. Of course, the potion had been perfect.

'You're pregnant, Morgana,' whispered a tiny voice in the back of her head. 'You're carrying the spawn of the devil.'

She knew this. Lucius had made sure that not a drop of his seed had gone to waste. And Snape's potion just could not have failed.

Before her inner eye, Morgana saw a sperm fusing with an ovum, saw the cell split and split again, saw an embryo develop and slowly turn into what could be recognised as a human baby. It was like reading one of the medical books Poppy had made all students read in their fourth year. And Morgana felt nothing, nothing at all.

She would never see this baby as her child. It was just a pawn on a giant Wizard chessboard, to be carried for three months and then to be disposed of when it had fulfilled its purpose. And for the time being, Morgana couldn't make herself think of the life that was growing inside her at all. Somehow, she was unable to grasp the concept of herself being pregnant with Lucius Malfoy's child, the heir of the Dark Lord. Slytherin self-preservation, she told herself. If she didn't think about it, she could pretend that it did not exist.

Suddenly feeling lonely and in dire need of company, Morgana called out for Silvy, and the elf appeared within seconds, looking sleepy and wearing a pillow case with the Malfoy crest.

'Did I wake you, sweetie?'

'No, Miss,' the elf replied, stifling a yawn. And Morgana smiled.

'You're a bad liar, Silvy,' she pointed out, immediately regretting it as the elf flinched. She knew how easily scared the little thing was.

'Master Lucius says Silvy should not lie,' the elf squeaked, her eyes wide with fear.

'Master Lucius says a lot of things. And right now, he is fast asleep, and we don't need to bother about him.' Morgana tried to calm the shaking elf. 'I never got around to thanking you for dinner, Silvy.'

Her words had the desired effect, and the elf's lips turned into a smile. 'Silvy is pleased she made Miss happy, Miss.'

'I should make Lucius give you to me as a present,' Morgana said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the affection she felt for the elf. The little creature deserved so much better that to be slaving away at Malfoy Manor.

'Silvy would like that, Miss,' Silvy replied, her eyes wide. 'But Master Lucius would not, I think.'

Morgana propped up her chin on the edge of the tub. 'Leave that to me, Silvy. Say, did you manage to get to Hogwarts last night?'

The elf's face fell. 'Silvy was trying to find the dark professor everywhere,' she explained. 'Not in the dungeons, Miss, or in his quarters. Silvy could not find him, Miss. Silvy is sorry.'

'Don't you dare,' Morgana hissed as Silvy picked up the toilet brush to hit herself with it, and the elf dropped it in fright.

'It was not your fault, Silvy,' Morgana went on with a soft tone. 'If Professor Snape does not want to be found, even the Dark Lord himself cannot find him. You did what you could, Silvy. And you do not need to punish yourself just because you could not carry out your task.'

She patted the elf gingerly on the cheek, and Silvy's big eyes welled up with tears. 'Miss is too kind,' she sniffed. 'Miss is too good for Master Lucius.'

Morgana did not even have time to react before Silvy had picked up the toilet brush again and started to hit herself on the head with it. Talking bad of their master was one of the biggest crimes a house-elf could commit.

'Silvy, don't!' Morgana commanded. 'You will wake your master. And we don't want that, do we?'

Silvy put down the toilet brush, and Morgana decided that it was time to occupy the elf lest she come up with yet another way to punish herself.

'Silvy, I didn't bring any clothes other than the dress I came in last night. Could you manage to find something more comfortable?'

'Of course, Miss.' Silvy beamed up at Morgana. 'What colour would Miss prefer?'

Morgana smirked. She could ask for something in bubblegum pink and give the elf and the whole Wizarding world a heart attack. But she did not feel that mischievous today. 'What colours have you seen me in, Silvy?' she asked instead.

'Black and green, Miss.'

'Then pick one.'

Silvy returned within a few minutes, carrying a dark green robe in crushed velvet. 'Silvy hopes this is to Miss' liking.'

'It is lovely, Silvy.' Once more, Morgana patted the elf on the cheek. 'And now I want you to go back to sleep until Master Lucius wants his breakfast.'

And with a huge smile on her lips, Silvy Disapparated.

* * *

It was almost seven o'clock when Lucius rolled to his side to pull the young witch beside into a sleepy hug, but all his hands could grab were empty bed sheets. He opened his eyes with a growl. Surely, the little chit would not have dared to sneak out on him once again.

He Accio'd his silver satin dressing gown and swung his legs out off the bed, looking around the room. Morgana's underwear was still lying on the floor. And as much as the thought of her leaving her knickers behind for him excited him, somehow Lucius doubted that she would do that.

Then he noticed that that the en suite door was shut, and he padded across the room to knock.

'Morgana?'

He received no answer and knocked again, harder this time. 'Beloved?'

When there was still no answer, he pushed the door open. This was his house, after all. He did not need to ask permission to enter any room.

'There you are, my love,' he exclaimed as he caught sight of the girl. She looked sleepy, and Lucius wondered if she had been asleep in the tub when he had knocked the first time.

'Are you alright?' he enquired, his voice soft and sweet. 'Couldn't you sleep?'

He grabbed a fluffy bath towel and held it open, beckoning Morgana to step out of the bath. She was a lovely sight with her skin and cheeks slightly flushed. And she smelled of roses.

'I feared that you had gone without saying goodbye, my love,' Lucius whispered as he wrapped the towel around Morgana's body. 'And you know how much I like to say goodbye to you.'

He kissed her forehead and started to gently dry her off, every now and then placing a kiss on her warm, soft skin.

'Yours?' he asked, pointing at the dark green robe that was lying beside the tub.

'Silvy brought it,' Morgana explained. 'I hope you don't mind me using your elf, Lucius.'

'Why would I mind, darling?'

'Because she is yours.'

'Yes, she is,' Lucius replied, cupping Morgana's chin with his long fingers. 'And so are you.'

And so am I, Morgana thought as she melted into his kiss. His. And she couldn't decide if this was good or bad.

'We may have to put some concealment charm on your throat before you return to Hogwarts, my love,' Lucius whispered as he nuzzled into her neck. 'I seem to have got carried away. But I couldn't help myself. You bring out the animal in me, Morgana.'

The girl giggled softly. 'Which animal?'

'The tiger,' Lucius growled. 'And the snake.'

And as he pulled her into a tight embrace, grinding his hips against her, Morgana noticed that the snake had most certainly awoken.

He led her back into the bedroom and slipped under the covers, patting the space next to him. 'Come here, my love,' he whispered. 'I need your warmth to drive away the chill of the morning.'

He was gentle with her. His hands and lips explored every inch of her body, and as he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him, Morgana lowered herself slowly onto his impressive member and started rocking, steadied by the firm grip Lucius had on her hips.

He gave a delicious moan every time she clenched her muscles around him. 'Morgana,' he breathed. 'Beautiful Morgana.'

When his hand found its way in between their bodies and his fingers started circling her most sensitive spot, Morgana closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure the wizard was giving her. He was so damn good at this, and her orgasm hit her with a force that made her gasp for breath.

Then Lucius flipped her around and positioned himself between her thighs, his face only inches from her own. And Morgana was so captured by his gaze that she did not even dare blink out of fear that everything would disappear when she did.

He made sweet love to her that morning, moving his hips slowly and whispering words of love into her ear. And he peaked with her name on his lips.

'Why me?' Morgana whispered as she lay curled up in Lucius' arms a while later. 'Why did you choose me?'

'I have already told you,' Lucius started, running his hand through her dishevelled hair. 'You are beautiful, talented, intelligent ...'

'There are many witches of that kind.'

'But you are not just any witch, my love. And you are mine.' He pulled her close and kissed her in a way that sent a shiver down Morgana's spine. 'Mine,' he whispered. 'All mine.'

'Yes, I am yours,' she breathed as he released her, gazing into his eyes. 'And I am afraid that I am hopelessly falling for you, Lucius Malfoy.'

Lucius smiled and traced her lips with his fingertips. 'The feeling is entirely mutual, Morgana Belakane.'

And when he wrapped his arm around her, all Morgana could think of was how much she wished that he was telling the truth.