Dangerous Games

Disclaimer: There characters are not mine, although I do enjoy them so.

A/N: This is my first real PWP, so do not judge too harshly.


Dangerous Games


Lucius Malfoy slammed his hand down on the desk, startling the brown owl that
was patiently awaiting his reply.

“That damn boy!” he growled. He waved his cane at the bird, shooing it away. He would not be sending a reply. He would deal with this in person.

Lucius tapped his cane impatiently as he contemplated on what he would do. Draco had only been out of school for six months and he was already getting into trouble on a regular basis. He had expected his son to make something of himself, not drink himself into a stupor every weekend.

He was glad Narcissa was already in bed. Her clucking over Draco would not help. That was his son’s problem. His mother spoiled him terribly. Lucius had tried to teach him how to be strong, proud, and self-reliant. Just like his father had taught him.

Unfortunately, he had to admit, his only son was spoiled and weak. Draco was whiney and easily intimidated. Not that he had shown his weakness to his father, but Lucius knew. People talked. Draco had gotten the reputation of being a bully but one who lacked the strength to really have people fear him. He also liked to indulge himself. Lucius felt he was getting out of control.

Just like tonight. Draco and his mates had gone out drinking at The Three Broomsticks. Lucius didn’t mind that. After all, he was considered an adult in the wizarding community. The problem was that the boy couldn’t hold his liquor. That is when things would get out of hand. Lucius would not have him disgracing the Malfoy name. He was going to put a stop to this now. He had given Draco some time to get it out of his system but now it was time for the boy to grow up.

Lucius slung his cloak around him and called for his house elf.


Madam Rosmerta shook her head as she watched the young Malfoy sleep off the effects of the Firewhiskey. Although he reminded her of his father, the differences were dramatiWherWhere Lucius was arrogant and commanding, Draco was demanding and insolent. She smiled as she imagined the look on Lucius’ face when he received her owl. He was furious, no doubt at his son’s indiscretions. She expected her owl would return soon with a reply. He would probably send his house elf again.

“Do you find something amusing, Rosmerta?” Her head snapped up as she heard low, deep voice of Lucius Malfoy. Her body automatically responded to the sound. Damn, he still had an effect on her. She gazed over his tall frame. He was dressed in black and his silver hair was tied back with a strip of black leather.

“Just enjoying the thought of your displeasure, Lucius.” She smirked at him.

“Indeed” he replied, his eyes glittering dangerously. He then turned away from her and motioned to the house elf.

“Take my son home and put him in his bed.” He then added ominously, “and do not say a word of this to his mother.”

The house elf quickly did his job, leaving Lucius and Rosmerta alone.

“This is not the first time this has happened, Lucius.” She crossed her arms and stared at him. “In fact, this is becoming quite a habit. It cannot continue.”

“I agree, Rosmerta.” He moved closer to her. “I will take care of it.”

She nodded her head. She knew he would do as he said. “There is still a matter of the bill.” She cocked her head to the side watching him intently.

“Of course. That is not a problem. Just tell me how much he owes.” Lucius reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a handful of knutes.

“Put your money away, Lucius.” She smiled, a gleam in her eyes. “I was thinking of a different kind of payment. I think you still owe me a great deal.”

“I see.” His blue eyes looked her over carefully. “I take it you are referring to some other imagined debt?”

“You married her, didn’t you?”

“I am a pureblood and as such I married into a pureblood family.” Lucius narrowed his eyes. “I never pretendthertherwise, Rosmerta.”

“No you did not. I have to give you credit for that, Lucius. You never pretended to be anything but the cold, heartless, bastard you are.”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled coolly in amusement at her words. “You know me so well, my dear.”

His voice had an almost musical quality about it and it seemed to weave its way into her very soul. She moved closer to him. “But as I remember you were also very passionate, Lucius. I wonder if that has changed.” She gazed up into his pale eyes. “Don’t you get tired of being married to an ice queen? Don’t you miss the warmth…the heat?” She touched his bare arm and immediately felt the electricity between them.

“I have ways of finding whatever I need.” He assured her staring into her brown eyes.

“But do you pay your debts?” Her hand trailed down to his long fingers, stroking each one as she spoke. Gods, how she missed those fingers.

“Of course.” He replied. His voice was husky and almost a whisper.

“Then, you must do as I ask, Lucius. You must obey me.” She looked at him boldly.

“I do not obey anyone.”

Without warning, Rosmerta withdrew her hand and slapped Lucius across his pale face. Just as quickly, he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her up against the cold wall, his eyes glittered dangerously. Although his grip was firm, he did not squeeze. They both knew he could easily take her life.

His face inc inches from hers when he spoke softly. “Most would be dead if they even thought of striking me.”

Rosmerta did not flinch. “Then it is a good thing that I know what you like.” She added, “I would think that by now you would realize I am not afraid of you, Lucius.”

At this Lucius smirked as his free hand reached down to stroke the taunt nipple of her breast that was visible through her clothes. “My dear, it was not fear I was after.”

Rosmerta struggled to remain focused. He always had this power over her and he knew it. She grabbed his hand and removed it from her breast. Not today. They were playing by her rules.

“You will do as I say, Mr. Malfoy. I did not tell you that you could touch me.”

“As you wish,” he whispered huskily. He dropped both of his haand and backed up, waiting to see what she would do next. They had played this game before, although it had been almost twenty years ago. He still knew the rules. Not that he wouldn’t get his own way in the end. He always got his way. He was a Malfoy after all.

Rosmerta reached up and touched the side of his face. She could feel the slight stubble of a day’s growth. Her fingers trailed lightly over his chiseled features. She stopped at the indentation under his cheek and traced it with her thumb. Although it was a dimple, it could hardly be called that. The word imd med merriment and joviality. These were things foreign to Lucius Malfoy. Still she had always been fascinated by those hollows on his face. As she remembered, they were just the perfect fit for her tongue. That thought brought back memories and she suddenly wanted to taste him. She stood on tiptoes and kissed the other side of his face. Her tongue dipped in to lick at groove in his skin. Rosmerta could not hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He tasted delicious and she found she was very hungry.

Lucius growled restlessly at her. She was deliberately torturing him. He was not used to waiting.

“Kiss me Lucius.”

He eagerly obeyed, capturing her mouth with his. His tongue slipped in to taste the familiar sweetness that was uniquely her own.

She reached up and withdrew his silvery hair from its leather strip. She took pleasure in the luxurious feel of the silky mane as she pulled him closer. When the kiss ended at last, they were both out of breath.

“Undress for me, Lucius,” she commanded huskily.

He took off his cloak and outer jacket. His long fingers reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt. She watched eagerly as each button came undone to reveal more of his impressive chest. She stared in awe. Although he was no longer as slim as he was twenty years ago, he was still muscular and firm. Once he had finished unbuttoning his shirt, he started to remove it.

“No.” Rosmerta stopped him. “Leave your shirt on. Just pull it open so I can see you.” Lucius did as she asked. Her gaze ran over him eagerly. His pale skin was interrupted only by the darker hair that made a trail down into his trousers. Her mouth went dry.

“Now undo your pants.” He smirked at her as she watched him undo his pants.

Whenwas was done, she had him pull his pants and boxers down just past his arse. There she stopped him. She could see that he was already ready for her.

The sight of him standing there half-undressed aroused her even more. She moved behind him and ran her hands up under his shirt to stroke his back. She could feel the power beneath her fingertips as she trailed them lower to his bottom. She cupped each cheek and squeezed enjoying the feel of him in her hands. She knelt down and put soft kisses on his right cheek. She followed this treatment with licks and bites. She could hear Lucius groan in response and she moved over to the left cheek.

Once she was done there, Rosmerta stood once again. Her left hand reached around to the front of him, caressing his chest and stomach. Her right hand reached back down to his bottom. She placed one finger in between his cheeks, stroking downward. Lucius leaned into the wall, bending slightly. This gave her hand better access and she continued stroking down. As her hand went further between his legs, she softly touched the underside of his sac. Lucius swayed unsteadily and she was encouraged by the sounds he was making. She let her left hand explore his body, careful not to touch where he wanted her to the most. She stroked his stomach and his thighs until he could take no more.

“Rosmerta.” He said her name in a pleading tone.

“Tell me what you want, Lucius. Beg me for it.”

Lucius was breathing heavily. His voice was low and raspy. “Touch me.”

Rosmerta waited patiently.

“Please, I beg you, woman.” Rosmerta wondered at how he could sound pleading and arrogant all at the same time. She knew no one else had this power over him. He could never trust anyone enough to let them have the control he gave her. Only her. This thought warmed her as she gave him what he needed.

Rosmerta reached down and held his erection in her hand. So powerful and yet so vulnerable. She stroked the underside as he tried to push himself further into her hand. Suddenly, Rosmerta could not wait. She moved around and placed herself between Lucius and the wall.

“Take me now, Lucius, up against the wall.”

Lucius moved his hands from the wall to reach underneath her long, flowing skirt. He pulled off her knickers, which by this time were soaked. He then reached down, pulled her up, and in one fluid motion positioned himself inside her.

Rosmerta wrapped her legs around his waist as he filled her completely. She forgot how wonderful he felt inside her. As his motions quickened, she found herself being slammed up against the wall with each thrust. Rosmerta knew she would have bruises in the morning but for now, she did not care. It did not take long for them both to reach their peak and she clung to him as he gasped out her name.

They stayed like that for a while. His head was bent. His cheek rested against her own. Their breathing slowed as their bodies relaxed. Lucius whispered sweet words in her ear. Words she knew he didn’t mean but that she wanted to hear, nonetheless. Although Rosmerta did not want to let him go, she knew she must.

Finally, they pulled apart. Lucius cleaned them up with a cleansing charm. He tidied up his clothes and put on his cloak.

“I must go,” he said weakly.

“I know,” she answered. Then she added, “I will expect you back later this week.”

Lucius gave her a curious look as he once again tied up his hair. “I did not think you would want me to come back. Let us see if I can remember correctly what you said…Ah yes…I will not be a whore to an arrogant, pureblood, bastard whose wife is too frigid to service him.” He smirked arrogantly at her. “Did I forget anything, my dear?”

“No, Lucius you are absolutely correct.” Then she added haughtily. “This is not the same at all. You are repaying a debt.”

“I think I have paid that debt, in full.” He gazed intently at her.

“I would agree, Mr. Malfoy,” she continued. “But you still owe me for the damage your son and his friends did to my pla As As she talked, she motioned over to where broken chairs and other things lay in a heap.

“Ah, I see,” Lucius said silkily, one eyebrow raised. “Surely you do not expect me to pay for the damage done by my son’s friends.”

“That is up to you. I am sure I can convince Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Goyle to pay my price.” She smiled impishly at the silver haired man.

His blue eyes glinted with humour as well as something else.

“No, that is alright. I will take care of it.” He smiled wickedly at her. “After all, what are friends for?”

“Then we are agreed, Lucius. I will expect you back later this week.”

“That will be fine.” Lucius picked up his cane and prepared to apparate. Before leaving, he turned to her once more.

“Next time, Rosmerta, we play by my rules.”