Dangerously Attracted

Chapter One: Some Time.

Shane stood at the driveway, adjusting the one of her boots. There was just something about knee-high boots that made them so incredibly uncomfortable to wear; she just wished she'd backed something other than thongs before leaving home.

After ceasing the intolerable rub of leather on her skin, her eyes traveled over the house at the end of the drive. And what a house. It was the house in her dream, the one He owned. He, being the man, the man with the long blonde hair and eyes of ice.

The oddest part of this journey had been the way she got there. She was walked, everyday. She didn't even choose a particular direction, she just walked. She'd been traveling for a week. A whole week!

Staying in inns and motels for the night, then on with her journey.

It's a strange thing, to have so much trust in your intuition. One day she just had a gut feeling that she'd search for him. She'd been dreaming of him for over a month, maybe even two months. Every night, the same dream. It just got clearer and clearer until she couldn't take it any longer. And her intuition led her. And now she's here, standing in front of the largest front gate she'd ever actually stood in front of.

The sun reflected off the gigantic 'M' which was sliced in two as the gate swung backwards the moment she stepped towards it, what the muggles would think of as automatic, but Shane knew was magic.

"Deep breaths," she told herself aloud, attempting to pluck up the courage to make herself walk up that driveway and knock on the front door.

And what was she going to do after that? What would she say to him?

'Er, excuse me, but I had a dream about you and well... here I am.' It just doesn't work that way.

"Okay, you're going to do this on the count of ten," Shane told herself.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

She adjusted her bag nervously.

"...seven, six, five, four, three..." Still breathing in and out deeply.

"Two, One... Alright, I have to do this."

Slowly, still attempting to pluck up her courage fully, Shane began to walk up the drive, her eyes set on the front door. Explanations going through her head as she tried to find a perfect excuse for turning up at his house.

What would he say? She was only seventeen, in her dream he'd been a lot older than seventeen. But he was just so... perfect. Plus, she was a sucker for a man with ice-blue eyes.

Before she realized she was standing in front of the large wooden front door.

She blinked at the dragon-shaped door handle. She knocked on the door loudly.

There was no answer.

She knocked again: Still no answer.

She laid her hand on the handle and twisted, the door clicked and swung open. Shane gasped; she'd just opened his front door. This wasn't good.

The options of walking in and searching for someone or waiting for someone to find her standing there were having a major debate inside her skull. Eventually the first optioned seemed the most attractive, considering she wasn't the kind of person to sit and wait for something to happen.

Damning her adventurous nature, she stepped into the house.

Entering an enormous entrance hall, her mouth fell open. It was beautiful. A giant candle-filled chandelier hung from the middle of the ceiling, glossy white marble lay across the floor, and a dark-wooden staircase curved to the second level of the house directly opposite to the front door.

Shane couldn't believe this place, at that moment her doubtfulness was taken over by a slight panic as a pair of large door swung open and a tall blonde man entered the purely, white room.

Shane gasped again as she realized who it was; It was him, the man with the blue eyes.

The man was looking down at a book when he had entered, at the sound of her gasp he looked up. Shane froze as his eyes poured into her own. His skin paled and they both simply stared.

"I... I..." Shane stuttered, unable to tear her eyes away.

"I-It's you," the man whispered, taking a step towards her.

"You recognize me?" Shane asked hopefully.

"You're the girl... The one from my..." He stopped mid-sentence.

"Your..? Your dream?" Shane tried, her eyes almost pleading for it to be true.

The man paled further. "How did you know?"

A smile broke over Shane's face. "I had a dream too," Shane told him, still holding his eyes.

The door behind her closed, making her jump and look away. The sound of brooms approaching made the man's eyes widen further than they already were.

"Quick, this way," he told her, taking her hand and leading her from the entrance hall and up the beautiful staircase. They hurried down a slim, carpeted hallway and into what looked like a tiny study.

"This is my private study," he told her, leaning against his desk.

Shane leant against the closed door. "This- This has never happened to me before," She admitted, looking at the plush, red carpet.

"Same," he replied, gripping the book in his hand harder than would be required.

Shane sighed, knowing they had to get over this shyness stage.

"Okay, first things first. I'm Shane, and I have no clue who you are, except that I've been dreaming about you for the last two months or

so..." She paused, looking back up at him.

He looked positively shocked. Running a sleek paled hand through his bleach-blonde hair he replied, "Lucius, Lucius Malfoy."

Shane gasped and stepped backwards, banging into the door behind her.

"Y-You're Lucius Malfoy?" She mumbled, her eyes wide.

Lucius nodded, "Er- Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Um- no," Shane gulped. What had she just gotten herself into? She knew who Lucius Malfoy was, and he didn't exactly have a good reputation. This couldn't be him, he looked so... pure. It wasn't possible, was it?

"So, Shane, how is it you got that name? I mean, it's kind of a boys' name, isn't it?"

A grin broke over Shane's face for the first time that day.

"My name isn't actually Shane. Shane's a nickname."

"And what might your actual name be?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Shane teased.

Lucius chuckled. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Shane told him, taking a step away from the door. He wasn't at all like how she had heard. Sure, he probably had a bad side too, but whose bad side didn't show once in a while. And who was she to go listening to rumors anyway?

Lucius suddenly went quiet; this was something that worried her. Did he suddenly think her too young for him? Sure she had no idea how old he was, but she didn't care. In her dream he was romantic and funny and sweet.

"What are you thinking?" Shane asked, dropping her bag on the ground and crossing to the desk, leaning against it also.

Lucius looked up at her, a troubled look on his face.

"I... We... I have a family," Lucius told her.

"I know," Shane said, standing to look around the study. "I've heard about you."

"You have?" Lucius asked, sounding slightly nervous.

Shane sent him a sweet smile, "Relax, I don't care about what you've done or anything. A dream as powerful as that, you can't seriously think I could resist it."

Lucius seemed to relax. Shane turned back to his shelves of books. He sure had a lot of books.

"You like to read, don't you?" She asked, running a cream-colored fingernail over a thick volume.

Lucius shrugged, "I guess."

"Do I make you nervous, don't I?" Shane teased, walking around the desk and stopping directly in front of him.

Sitting down, Lucius was slightly smaller than her. Shane watched him visibly gulp as she ran her index finger over his robed chest.

"Relax, I don't bite."

Lucius simply blinked. Shane could feel his heart beat quicken under her hand. Slowly, she bent her head down and softly brushed her lips against his.

Lucius' lips melted into hers as he began to wrap his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Shane rubbed her knees against his thigh as her tongue trailed Lucius' bottom lip, requesting admission.

Lucius suddenly pulled away.

"We... We can't do this."

"And why not?" Shane asked, twisting her fingers through his seductively.

"We just can't," Lucius told her firmly.

"Well if I want you, and it's plainly obvious that you want me, why can't we?"

Lucius looked into her mystic-blue eyes longingly. He slowly lifted a hand and traced it through her shoulder-length, scarlet locks.

"Look, I have a feeling our dreams were fairly the same. And..." She looked deep into his eyes. He, seriously, was hesitant. Maybe she should give him some time. He did have a wife and kid, after all. "If you need time, I s'pose, I can't exactly force you."

Lucius smiled gratefully. "But, where are you... you know, staying?"

Shane thought about this for a while. "There was an inn about..." She began before Lucius stopped her.

"You can't stay in an inn. Where do you live?"

"I don't exactly have a house anymore, there were... complications."

Lucius rubbed his chin, the classic sign of deep thinking.

"I have a guest house a few paddocks from the main house. You can stay there. But Narcissa and Draco can't find out about you. Ever."

Shane wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I won't let them find me."

Lucius looked back into her eyes, making Shane freeze temporarily.

How could anyone have eyes so transfixing?

Shane leant forward again and quickly pecked his lips. "This is weird for you too?"

"You have no idea."

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Hmmm... Interesting. Where to take it from here? You'll see next chapter.

Until then,

- Chari-J, xox.