lucille granger

"Could you stop fucking chewing with your mouth open?" Onyx snapped at Lorenzo. He went up close to her face and chewed louder and Onyx pushed his face away. "You're a literal pig, Lorenzo".

"Oink oink then?" He laughed. I couldn't help but laugh, too. In spite of the things that happened today, dinner with my friends always seemed to compensate.

I reached over for the last lamb chop, but just to my luck, Malfoy was grabbing it, too.

Our hands bumped and we both looked up at each other. His deep stare didn't sit right but it was irresistible.

"Move your fucking hand, mudblood," Draco spat, swatting my hand away and grabbing the last lamb chop. I scoffed at his behavior. What a fucking cunt!

"You can have mine, Luce. I'm not really liking the lamb today," Onyx placed her lamb chop onto my plate as I smiled at her.

"Thanks," I responded slowly, picking at the lamb with my index and thumb, piece by piece, popping them into my mouth.

Dinners like these made me miss home. It also made me miss Hermoine, too. I looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Hermoine hand in hand with Ron. I knew they were going to end up together. Opposites always attract.

I always thought I was going to get with Harry, but I've seen him snog Ginny so the chance of being with him is down the drain.

They seem pretty happy and content with their lives. A lot has happened over the past few years with Harry but they managed to pull through altogether. I truly do envy their friendship.

But I am happy with my friends, too. Sometimes I just feel bitter, though.

Hermoine gets up from the bench and proceeds to walk out of the Great Hall. Impulsively, I decide to follow her. I had a sudden strong urge to talk to her and ask her how she's doing. We hardly spoke when we were home. In fact, she wasn't really home at all; she'd been staying with the Weasleys every weekend, and she'd been out with Harry and Ron during the week-days.

"I—. I'll be right back. I have to use the loo," I hesitantly say, quickly jolting up from the bench and scurrying to catch Hermoine.

Hermoine reaches the hallway and I'm almost behind her.

"Hermoine!" I raise my voice. She turned her head around and stood there with a blank expression.

"Lucille," She says softly, "Yes?"

I swallow my saliva and bite my lip, frantic to speak to her.

"Um. I was just wondering how you were," I cooed softly. I pushed my hair behind my ear.

Hermoine gapes her mouth slightly, about to speak, then looks around in disbelief.

"I'm great, actually," she responds with confidence. "Things are great, yeah. I'm with Ron now," she chuckles.

I smile. "I see. I called it, y'know," I stated, as we started walking down the hall together, well, me technically following her.

"Did you, now?" She jeered, following a giggle. "How's Slytherin treating you?"

I huff. "It's alright. Definitely not as cheerful and positive as Gryffindor, but bearable. I've got good friends, so that's that".

"To this day I still don't understand why the Sorting hat sorted you into... Slytherin," Hermoine admitted.

"I don't understand either," I respond quietly.

"But you're happy, aren't you?"

I hesitate to answer, but I nod yes. I mean, why would I not be? Other than Slytherin not being the house I wanted to be sorted in, I've created such a strong bond with a handful of people, especially Onyx.

"I'm glad," she responds, following a smile that we both seemingly share.

A smidge of silence sits between us.

"So um. I'm sorry," I lamented impulsively. Hermoine stops her tracks and turns her whole body facing me, with confusion plastered onto her face.

"For what?" She queried.

"For a lot, actually," I mumbled, "I'm sorry for not standing up for you three whenever my friends bicker with you guys, and when they call you guys mudbloods and blood traitors. And I'm sorry for not talking to you as much whenever we're home". Tears start to pool in my eyes and Hermoine immediately sniffles, too. She pulls me into an embrace as I cry into the nook of her neck. "They c-call me mudblood, too, you know. Well, Malfoy does. But that's Malfoy, y'know?" I continue to pester nervously.

"You don't need to apologize, Lucille. Please. Don't worry about it, alright?" She comforts me as I continue to bawl in her arms. "We have forever to spend time with each other. I still love you, idiot," a soft chuckle escapes from her lips, following a few sniffles. I chuckle as well.

"I just f-felt that you guys despised me. You know, for being Slytherin and all," I stutter.

Hermoine huffs, grabbing me by my shoulders and looking directly into my eyes. "You are my sister, for Merlin's sake! The blood that flows in our veins is literally the same! It doesn't matter what house you are—. You're still my sister and I love you dearly," she places a kiss on my forehead.

I pull away and laugh a dimwit laugh, wiping my childish tears. "We should do something this year for the holidays, yeah?" I suggest.

She smiles through her teary eyes, "Of course. I'll bring you with me to the Weasleys. How does that sound?"

Excitement grows inside me as my eyes light up with joy. "I'd very much love that,".

"I'll get going now. Merlin forbid that your friends see us together, am I right?" She jokes, giving me one last hug before we part yet again. I watch her walk away from me as I huff.

I turn around and head back to the Great Hall.

From afar, I see Malfoy leave the Great Hall in a rush. He looks left and right, hoping that no one is with him. What is he up to?

My mind tells me not to acknowledge him. Don't be curious, Lucille. It's probably nothing. It's probably nothing. Just ignore it. Mind your bloody business.

"Oh, bloody hell!" I mutter to myself, now following Draco like an idiot. I make sure to maintain a distance so it doesn't look like I'm following him.

We walk down the hall among other students up until he turns right. I slow down before I make a turn as well.

As soon as I turn right, Malfoy disappears. What the fuck?

I look around the hall to see if he's going anywhere. It's like he disappeared. I sigh and turn around, heading back to the Great Hall. Should've just minded your business, Lucille.

I reach the end of this hall to leave until someone grabs me aggressively by the wrist, then fully grabbing my body with their arms, taking me into the abandoned boys' bathroom. Before I could even scream, my mouth is immediately covered by a cold hand. My back is against this person who could possibly be my murderer.

"Creeping in places you don't belong, Granger?" a familiar voice whispers into my ear, sending chills down my spine. Malfoy.

My heart beats fast as he takes his strong hands and turns me around, then pushing me against the wall. I'm heavily breathing as he stares into my eyes. Despite the dimly lit room, his silver-grey eyes shine through.

"Can't resist me, I see?" Malfoy jeers, pushing my hair behind my ear as he devilishly smirks.

I freeze up, not really knowing what to say.

"N—no. I was just walking around looking for the loo", I responded nervously.

He lets out a soft chuckle, "But this hallways' bathrooms have been abandoned way before Dumbledore's birth. I'm sure you know that, don't you? After all, you're all brains right?"

"I guess I just went the w—wrong way," I mumbled, not looking away.

He lifts my chin up and licks his lips.

And without hesitation, he pecks his lips with mine. Electricity shocks through my whole body, goosebumps all around, and confusion is plastered on my face. He slowly pulls away and smirks. My mouth slightly gapes open in shock, still trying to process what the fuck Malfoy just did.

He dives in once again- but this time, it's more aggressive. Our few aggressive pecks soon become mouth-opening kisses. Our lips gape and our tongues touch gently. The kisses soon progress into making out. Our tongues glide in each other's mouths. His body is pressed up so closely against mine, leaving no space for Merlin. Our bodies move in unison as we continue to passionately kiss. My arms wrap around his neck, and my hand travels through his ruffled blonde hair. Malfoy takes his right hand and grabs a fistful of my hair from the roots and pulls it, which breaks our hot kiss.

This action makes me look up, although my eyes are closed. He places wet kisses on my jawline, then down to my neck. He makes sure he gets every nook and cranny. A soft moan escapes from my swollen lips. We both heavily breathe, sharing this intimate moment pressed against a wall. He lets go of my hair and looks down at my button-up shirt that tightly accentuates my chest.

"Lord, you're irresistible, Lucille," He breathes heavily. He takes his left hand and pops the buttons of my shirt open, revealing my bra with my breasts sitting cozy. He looks back up and smirks, then starts placing wet, warm kisses on my chest down to my mounds.

This was the cherry on the top. "Draco," I purred softly. "Wha-. What are we do-" I was immediately shut up when he took his right hand and covered my mouth.

He slowly started sucking on the parts of my breast where my bra didn't, or couldn't, cover, which made me moan into his hand. The gentle suckles soon turned into aggressive ones. My hand grabbed his forearm with the hand he used to muffle me when they started becoming slightly painful. Please don't tell me he's leaving love bites.

5 hard sucks, I counted. He pulled away from my chest breathlessly, examining the marks he made.

A proud and soft chuckle slips out of his wet mouth. He looked at my flustered face.

"You know, every now and then, Lucille, mudbloods can sometimes be my favorite flavor" He cooed into my ear.

My cheeks feel very warm and at this point, I'm very speechless. I've never seen this lustful side of him before.

"You alright?" He asks quietly, still panting as his breath hits my still wet chest leaving goosebumps and chills. I swallow my saliva and don't respond for a moment.

"Um-. I-. I think so," I replied effortlessly.

"Good".

He places a kiss on my forehead. My heart is beating very fucking fast. I can't comprehend what the bloody hell just happened, but for some reason, I feel very very satisfied.

Malfoy starts buttoning my shirt up very gently. I look down at his fingers, which seem to be having a hard time closing my shirt due to the buttons being so small. I gently push his hands out the way and finish the last 3 buttons.

I clear my throat and fix my hair by patting the sides, top, and back.

Draco backs up as I step forward away from the wall. The slightest movement revealed that I had tension between my legs. Merlin, you have a deed to do as soon as you get back to your room. How do I recover from this?

Draco turns around and walks by the sink, looking at himself in the mirror. He adjusts his Slytherin tie and fixes his ruffled hair.

"What are you doing with me?" I ask without hesitation. He ignores me. "Draco?"

Still no answer. He continues to adjust himself in the mirror, checking his face, lips, and neck.

"For fucks sake, Draco! Answer me when I'm talking to you!" I raise my voice. Frustration infiltrates my body.

Draco places both his hands on the sink and looks down. He then pushes himself off the sink and storms towards me with furiousness on his face. I back up, finding myself pinned against the fucking wall yet again.

He takes his right hand and places it tightly on my neck, disallowing me to swallow my own saliva but just enough for me to fucking breathe. Heart is racing, yet again; afraid of what he's capable of doing to me when he's angry.

"If I don't fucking respond, it means I have nothing to fucking say," He snarled through his teeth. He lets go of my neck and I fall to the ground coughing.

"I see to it that you learned your lesson, yes?" Draco hissed.

I look up at him as he stands there with power. Tears start to pool in my eyes.

" 'What's the lesson?' You ask," Draco mocks, as he crouches to my level. He lifts my chin up and wipes the tear that rolls down my cheek. "Learn to mind your fucking business".

And with that, Draco lets go of my chin and leaves the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

I sit on the ground with many mixed emotions. I'm frustrated and angry, yet I'm enthralled and curious, along with flustered. All these emotions pour out my eyes.

What does he want from me?

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(edited on March 11, 2021)