- Rating:
- R
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley
- Genres:
- Romance Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
- Stats:
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Published: 10/07/2004Updated: 01/05/2006Words: 39,303Chapters: 17Hits: 11,647
Amici ed Amanti
Rainpuddle
- Story Summary:
- Draco and Ginny's little boy is all grown up and living abroad. See happens when Liam invites his old childhood chum, Lucy Ann, to Rome for a holiday. *will feature D/G in future* Sequel to Fifteen Years.
Chapter 16
- Chapter Summary:
- Draco and Ginny's little boy is all grown up and living abroad. See happens when Liam invites his old childhood chum, Lucy Ann, to Rome for a holiday. *will feature D/G in future* Sequel to
- Posted:
- 10/26/2005
- Hits:
- 724
- Author's Note:
- Thanks to nokomiss for the beta!
Amici ed Amanti
With Friends Like These Part 6
He really is pretty, she thought as she walked around the massive mahogany desk
that was situated at the far end of the long room and framed by two enormous
floor to ceiling stain glass windows.
For his part, Liam was leant back in his leather chair with his feet propped up
on the desk, ankles crossed and eyes closed. He had long since discarded his
black outer robes, the charcoal suit jacket and deep green and silver striped
silk tie he'd worn to lunch. The top few buttons of his crisp white linen dress
shirt were undone, exposing the corded muscles of his neck.
Lucy Ann took her time observing him. They'd been stuck in the study now for
over two hours and he'd been asleep for past half hour. She hadn't had a chance
to see him, really see him, since her fateful last day in Italy when he had
looked so tired and lost. That definitely wasn't the case now. It wasn't often
she could catch him in such an unguarded moment and she planned to take full
advantage.
"He needs a haircut," she mouthed, but no sound escaped her lips. Although she
had to admit that the messy Malfoy blond locks that just barely graced his
shoulders made him look almost dangerous, but in a good way - the
stomach-flipping, weak knees kind of way.
She admired the way his bottom lip was slightly fuller than his top lip, which
was both pouty and sexy. She was remembering just how good those lips felt
against her bare skin when his eyes flicked opened.
His lovely mouth curled in a wicked half-smile. "See something that you like?"
She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. She cursed him and his
silencing spell. Instead she shook her head vehemently and backed away.
The half-smile turned predatory as he sat up. "I don't bite, you know. Well, not
all that hard anyway."
Lucy Ann glared at him, silently trying to cast a Bat-Bogey Hex on him. That'd
teach him to be so damn smug.
"What's the matter, Goosey? Cat got your tongue?" She gave him a very rude
gesture with her hands, which only made him smirk. "Well, that certainly wasn't
very ladylike now was it?"
He rose from behind his desk to stalk her until she backed into a corner,
leaving her with no means of escape. "Luckily for you, it's one of your
qualities that I happen to admire a great deal."
Not one to back down from a challenge, she gave him a dubious look before
shoving away hard so she wouldn't feel so trapped. She crossed her arms in
defiance. He was not going to get the best of her.
"Promise to be a good little witch if I lift the spell?" She stuck her tongue
out at him just as he removed the spell with a wave of his hand. "Naughty,
naughty. I can think of better uses for your tongue."
She had to bite her tongue to keep from telling him what he could do with
himself. She wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of her ire. That was
exactly what he wanted and the last thing she wanted him to have. Liam Malfoy
needed to learn that he couldn't have everything at his whim, especially her.
"I'm going to fix myself a drink. Would you like something?"
Lucy Ann ignored him, returning to the chair where she'd spent the last few
hours with her back to him, trying to pretend she wasn't thinking about him. He
wanted her silenced, then that was what he was going to get. And so help him if
he was the one who locked them in the study...
"Fine, Lucy Ann, act like a spoilt child. See if I care," he said angrily,
slamming a crystal tumbler down on the marble counter top in the liquor cabinet
and causing her to jump. "Just remember, when all is said and done I at leated
tried!"
He was angry now, she could tell, and it wasn't a good thing. She'd finally
managed to push him too far. She sat there listening to him fix another drink -
scotch on the rocks. The creak of the chair told her that he's resumed his
position behind that imposing desk that used to belong to his Grandfather
Malfoy. The heavy scratching of quill against parchment was the only sound in
the room.
"I see you've moved into the Manor," she said finally, figuring she had to start
somewhere.
"Yes." He didn't look up from whatever he was doing.
"Did your Mum go nutters?"
"No."
"Is everything in order or do you have more work to do?" The study looked so
different from the last time Lucy Ann had been in Malfoy Manor.
Liam had wanted to see the infamous old manor house for himself and his mother
wouldn't hear of him making the trip out to Wiltshire. So one day they caught
the train and had a look-see for themselves. The house had not been lived in
since shortly after his grandmother's death and it definitely looked it. Most of
the furniture had been covered with oilcloth, the heavy draperies were pulled
closed and everything was dusty. There'd been several rooms they couldn't
explore because of strong wards.
"More work."
She'd gotten up to peruse the books on the shelf near her chair a few moments
before admiring the portrait of a delicately beautiful woman in wedding dress
above the fireplace. "Who is that?"
He finally glanced up from what he was doing. "Narcissa Black Malfoy, my
grandmother."
"She was really beautiful wasn't she?"
"Yes."
"Ava looks just like her."
"Maybe."
"She does. She's going to have wizards queuing at the door."
"Over my dead body."
Lucy Ann laughed at his overprotective nature. That was just like him. "For
someone who didn't want any more siblings you sure are attached to the two
newest ones."
That earned her a dark look before he returned to whatever task he'd been doing
previously. Once again the room fell silence except for the sound of quill
against parchment.
"I'm hungry," she announced approximately fifteen minutes later unable to stand
the silence any longer, but at a total loss as to how to start a real
conversation with him.
The scribbling stopped and the silence was enormous while she held her breath
waiting for him to respond. "Well, whose fault is that?"
"Yours."
"Mine? I think not! You were the one who caused a scene."
"I did not cause a scene! You were the one causing a scene with that blonde
tart-"
"Tabby is a nice girl-"
"I bet she is a nice girl."
"She's a friend."
Lucy Ann snorted. "Shag buddy maybe."
"I can't do this anymore," he said, sounding defeated. He shoved back from the
desk, getting up to stare into the fireplace. "I'm done. I thought after getting
your invitation to lunch that you were willing to meet me half way, but I see
that simply isn't the case. I will tell Murphy I can't be his best man because I
refuse to ruin my best friend's wedding with childish fighting."
She blinked as his words sank in. "What'd you just say?"
"You heard me." He turned to give her the patented Malfoy glare.
"I invited you to lunch?"
"Yes."
"No. You demanded my presence."
Liam shook his head, shifting the parchments on the desk until he found the
cream colored note. "I have the note right here. "Liam, We need to talk. Please
meet me at the Thai Gardens at 1pm Saturday for lunch. Lucy Ann." It's
definitely your handwriting."
"I didn't write that!" She pulled out her own piece of folded light grey
parchment. "I got one from you demanding my presence."
"Let me see that," he said, taking the note from her. "This isn't my parchment.
It's the wrong color."
Their eyes locked, widening with recognition as they both hissed in unison, "Stephie!"
"I'm going to. . . to. . . to. . ." Lucy Ann started, her anger robbing her of
the ability to think.
"I should have known after Murphy's visit to Sydney. I didn't want to believe
it."
"He went to ask you to be his best man."
"No, an owl would have sufficed. Stephie probably suggested that Mere bully
Murph into spying for them. He's weak when it comes to women - can't say no."
"They wouldn't. Stephie wouldn't do that to me!"
"Face the facts, sweetheart. She did."
"Why would they do this to us?" She was at a total loss as to why her best
friends in whole world would do something like this. They knew how she felt
about Liam and all his antics over the past year. He'd toyed with her emotions
then broke her heart in Italy. They knew this perfectly well.
"No, the question is what are we going to do about it?"
"Well," Lucy Ann said, her mind turning over possibilities. "They don't know
that we know."
"And just what are you suggesting?"
"I'm suggesting that we become their worse nightmare."
"Oh." Liam's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I'm really liking the sound of this."
"The way I figure it is we would have put our differences aside for the sake of
our friends - eventually, that is." She gave him a questioning look. "We're both
adults."
"Yes. And?"
"They are counting on that little fact so what if we give them the exact
opposite of what they wanted?"
"I like the way you think witch, it's damn sexy," he all but purred.
"Stop, I'm being serious here." She was finding him increasingly more difficult
to resist. Damn him for being so adorably smug. It was wrecking havoc on her
ability to think properly.
"I am too."
"It shouldn't be too difficult to make them believe since I can barely stand to
be in your presence as it is."
"If you say so."
"I say so."
"I don't believe it."
"Believe it."
"The lady doth protest too much, methinks." He grabbed her hand, pulling her
hard flush against his long body.
She immediately started to struggle, pushing at his chest. Anything to gain some
distance, some control over the situation. This was not what was supposed to be
happening. One of his arms snaked around her waist while his free hand found its
way to the back of her neck. "What do you call yourself doing?"
"Shutting you up."
Warmth flooded her body, making it increasingly more difficult to protest when
it settled pleasantly in the pit of her stomach as his lips finally assaulted
hers with the tenderest of kisses. Lucy Ann's mouth parted with ease as he
begged entrance, his tongue tentatively invaded, exploring and teasing. He
tasted of the scotch he'd drank earlier. Her arms slipped around his shoulders,
her fingers found their way to his silky hair, guiding his movements as she
gently sucked his tongue. She felt his groan more than she heard it. A small
thrill went up her spine just knowing she could do this to him.
The edge of the desk was pressing insistently against the back of her thighs.
His hands slid down her sides as he leaned her backwards, reaching around her to
push stacks of parchment, quills, and an inkpot carelessly to the floor. His
hands found her hips, urging her to slide up on the desk so he could settle
between her thighs. Her ankles locked behind his knees as his mouth become more
demanding. He trailed hot, open mouthed kisses down her throat to a hollow on
her shoulder, nipping lightly at the little spot until he'd elicited a deep moan
from her.
Lucy Ann's hands busied themselves with unbuttoning his shirt, the desperate
desire to feel his skin beneath them was almost more than she could bear. She
could no longer lie to herself this was exactly what she wanted. Had always
wanted. Would always want. Liam was her everything. How could she have been so
stupid?
Her sense of loss was immediate when he stepped back to stare at her with
darkened eyes, panting. His shirt was hanging open so she could see the smooth
defined muscles of his chest. Her eyes closed as she tried to steady her
breathing and still her heart before it beat out of her chest. She was about to
implore him to continue on before he smirked at her.
"Well, would you look a-there. The door is open."
Author notes: I have started a yahoo group with fellow authors DragonsAngel68, Nokomis305 and artist Cupid12203 as a place to keep all of my fanfiction (published and previously non-published).
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/littleyellowduck/