"you shouldnt be out of bed this late"

Lucius held a lamp, a fondly exasperated smile on his face as his shoes clicked along the stone corridor, stopping in front of you "but you know that already don't you, little troublemaker?"

He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear, tilting your chin up

"Is this the third time now? or perhaps the fourth?"

He murmurs softly, reprimanding but there is no hiding the affection in his gaze. He wraps an arm around your waist lightly and begins down the hall again, guiding you back towards your common room

"to bed"

He orders gently, giving you a gentle nudge. the moonlight streams through the dusty glass windows and cast soft beams across his face, catching on his silvery hair, his eyes, the gleaming silver snake pinned to his robes, his prefect badge nestled alongside it.

"Must I carry you?"

He smiles despairingly. it is unlike him. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy was many things, chivalrous being one of them, so tragically endeared to another human? no. You delighted him in some strange way, he enjoyed your presence, your voice. he had even begun to consider you as a candidate for his future wife. truly, he doesn't know what spell you have cast over him