Forbidden, ch. 2

He is a Death Eater, I repeated to myself, He is a Death Eater and I'll be an auror. Aurors don't fall in love with Death Eaters. If they do, they die. He is a Death Eater. He is a Death Eater. He is a Death Eater...
Not that it helped a lot. Hell this Lucius was bloody handsome. Far more than this young Opaliński my parents wanted me to marry. Yes, a "good pure-blood marriage" was something that my whole family wanted for - and from - me. And what if I didn't want to marry the man they chose for me? What if I didn't want to marry anyone?
Not that it would help me anyhow. It's a tradition, blah blah blah, auntie chose you a good husband, blah blah blah, be a nice girl.
Do I look like one?
I came back to our infirmary. Lucius - no, no, not Lucius, Malfoy - looked a little better. I decided not to wait with asking. And to try my best not to freak him out. I sat down beside his bed. He looked at me as if he was expecting me to attack him within seconds.
'Lucius Malfoy' I said, trying to sound nice. 'Why did you Apparate right to my family's garden?'
Lucius... no, no, MALFOY... gave me a puzzled look.
'I... wasn't planning... I'm sorry...' he murmured.
'Okay. Where did you Apparate from?'
'Uh... England is enough?'
'Yes. How the hell you made such a long way? Was it a blind Apparation?'
'It was... but I don't know... where am I?'
He smiled to me weakly, and I smiled to him back.
'Poland is enough?'
'Oh Merlin's pants...' Malfoy sighed. 'How am I to Apparate back home?'
'Well, not at all for now' I said strongly. 'My mother will not let you leave until you're completely healthy. She is a healer, and takes her pride in it...'
'Wait...' Malfoy frowned. 'You told me your name, but... miss Antkowiak...?'
'Yes' I nodded. 'Agnieszka Antkowiak.'
'I've heard about your family' he smiled wider. 'That sons of it choose pure-blood yet not very wealthy women for their wives and that daughters of it usually become...' suddenly his face paled even more and he finished with horror, '...aurors.'
I nodded.
'Even more' I said. 'If young miss Antkowiak doesn't attempt to become an auror, she gets disowned. Very fond of tradition, this family of mine.'
'And... and you're not disowned' Malfoy whispered. I couldn't help smiling. I shook my head.
'I am not.'
'Then... you're an auror.'
'No...' I licked my lips. 'Not yet. And you're a Death Eater.'
Malfoy shook in fear.
'Are you going to... kill me?'
Well, this was not what I would ever expect from a Death Eater. Death Eaters should be brave, fearless! Not mentioning that they should use some logic.
'No, you are completely safe here. Would I save you if I wanted to kill you then? When you heal completely, you'll go home. Maybe in other countries it is acceptable to kill someone just for wearing the Dark Mark, but here neminem captivabimus works. Plus, I don't know you've done anything wrong here.'
Malfoy sighed with a clear relief.
Lucius' POV
She is almost an auror, I repeated to myself. She is almost an auror and I'm a Death Eater. Death Eaters don't fall in love with aurors. If they do, they die. She is almost an auror. She is almost an auror. She is almost an auror...
Not that it helped a lot. Hell this Agnieszka was bloody beautiful. Far more than this young Black girl my parents wanted me to marry...