Stockholm Syndrome - Voldemort X Reader [ON TEMPORARY HOLD]

Chapter 8 ~ I'm sorry

You opened your eyes, only to be met with a pair of hypnotic icy grey ones that put you in a trance. His hair was like silk and draped carefully over his broad, masculine shoulders. The hair framed his face perfectly as it glowed in the silver radiances of the moon. He was beautiful, his face looked as though it had been carved by the gods. The figure they belonged to cleared their throat, snapping you out of your daze.

"I- erm. Thank you." Your words came out slightly slurred, but the short apology was better than attempting to for a coherent sentence and failing in front of this man that you recognised.

"It's late, shouldn't you be in your dormitory, Miss...?" His voice came out sultry and smooth and with a tinge of elegance.

"Oh, L/n. Y/n L/n. And yes, it is but I was just running after my friend. H-He's upset, and I need to make sure he's okay." Tears began to prick your eyes at the memory of what just happened, but you were too intoxicated to care about if the man saw you being an emotional, blubbering mess.

You attempted to stand in order to walk away only for your ankle to give way, causing you to wince in pain. The strong hands on you let go momentarily to allow you to stand but quickly latched on to you once again. One hand was on the small of your back whilst the other sat on your hip.

You winced at the pain in your ankle but presuming it was his grip, the man's hand softened on your waist. "May I ask why you are out of bed at 1 am and why you are wearing such... revealing clothes?" A smirk grew on his face as he raised an eyebrow, his eyes wandering ever so slightly.

"It's my birthday... well yesterday was. My friends threw a party." Both eyebrows raised, he cocked his head in amusement at the truth flowing so easily out of your mouth. "I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that." You shook your head, looking down at the floor in shame, mentally cursing yourself at giving away the party so easily.

"Is that so, Miss L/n?" He chuckled lowly, that's when you realised who he was.

"I- y-you're Lucius Malfoy. I saw you at the Quidditch world cup." You posture stiffened as you gulped and pushed away from him, using the wall behind you as support.

"I am indeed." He hummed, his smirk grew at your behaviour, finding your reaction quite amusing.

Merlin, he's even hotter up close.

"I'm glad you think so, Miss Y/n." He slowly took a step towards you, beginning to close the gap. Despite it being Autumn in Scotland, you felt extremely hot and flustered in his presence. "Might I say, you clean up extremely well, Miss Y/n. I was surprised to see such an attractive young woman as yourself with scum like the Weasleys." His lips grazed your ear, one hand was now on the other side of your head, the other on his snake-head cane.

The paucity of air between your bodies compelled your heart to race, you could have sworn Lucius was able to hear it too. Thoughts began swirling around in your mind, unable to process any words that came from his lips. You gulped loudly and opened your mouth to say something only to be caught of guard be a familiar voice.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

You looked in the direction of the calling, footsteps echoed through the halls as they approached the corner. You looked back in front of you, but Lucius was gone, he was nowhere to be seen in the corridor. Confused, you rubbed your eyes as two panting bodies came speeding around the corner.

"There you are Y/n!" Said the twins in unison. Still intoxicated, you looked up at them perkily with a warm smile.

"Hey boys. How's my two favourite troublemakers?" They both looked at you attempting to hide a smirk.