Forbidden, ch. 3

My mother was called to her duty to hospital, so I was the one to look after Lucius. Yes, I call him Lucius now. When we're not talking about blood purity (well, we both do believe pure-bloods are better, but have different views of the role of the others), aurors and Death Eaters, he is a very nice man. We talked a lot and I thought he was not only more handsome, but also smarter and nicer than young Opaliński. I was thinking over it when suddenly my father patted my shoulder.
'Well, he must be a pure-blood if he's a Death Eater' he said loudly. 'And I don't want my auror daughter to marry a Death Eater.'
'Father, I'm not going to marry him' I stated.
'Good. And do not neglect your daily training for this guy.'
'I do not.'
'Good then' my father patted me again. And he left, probably to see his sister and ask her if she'd found any good girl for my brother. I sighed. Tradition! I was sick with this goddamn tradition. Crisis? Maybe. I wanted to be an auror, but not one my father wanted me to be. Not a traditional, state auror. I was too young to be like this; I wanted to start with being an "occasional auror", which means no more, but also no less, than a bounty hunter. And friendship with a Death Eater wouldn't be anything wrong…
Friendship? Oh my… No, friendship wasn't what I wanted with Lucius, but how to tell him that? Whenever he reminded himself of my training, he would scream in fear, even though I would assure him all the time that he was perfectly safe, as there was no reward for his head. I'm not a volunteer.
Lucius' POV
Seemed aurors work differently in Poland than in England, if I can trust this Agnieszka. She is really nice, not so arrogant like the Black girls, and all her beauty is natural. I really appreciate this. Even though her hair is in constant mess – I once saw one of the Black girl's hair like this, but then she tamed it – it looks beautiful. So… wild. Oh yes, I love wild hair. My father says I'll grow out of this like he and that I'll appreciate non-natural beauty. Sincerely, I doubt. But my father also said he doubted when he was 23.
She let me sit up lately. I pretended to be in worse condition than I really was, as I knew she would make me leave if she knew I was all right. I also saw that other members of her family are much colder towards me, and they even started being so towards Agnieszka. I knew it was because of me… because of us.
I didn't dine with the Antkowiaks; Agnieszka would always came to me, and a house elf brought us meals. I was so happy to dine with her. One day, when she told me that her mother - healer - could come back any day, I just couldn't resist my sudden urge to steal a kiss from Agnieszka's lips.