Dating Lucius Abraxas Malfoy. Not what you expected at all. Yes, you knew he was gonna be rough and pompous so on. But you didn't know it would be without even a split second of gentlesness. Of course, this relationship was secret, for the sake of his "image".

Monday morning, 7.34 AM, December 16th 1982. It's a cold snowy weather outside, the bushes and houses are covered in a thick pile of snow, the water buckets outside are now buckets of ice. Even though this all did cost quite the trouble and problems. You loved this time of year no matter what. So you couldn't care less.

You were laying in Lucius' bed after a, let's say, rough night. As always he already left before you woke up to go to the ministry. Narcissa was gone for 6 weeks for who knows what. So you and Lucius got more time together. Or so you thought, he's always gone for either the ministry, or other business. You're lost in thougth when the bedroom door slowly opens.

Lucius puts the snake cane against the beautiful armoire. Taking off his snow covered coat and hanging it over the desk chair. He didn't even say a 'good morning', or at least a polite 'hey'.