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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
43,558
Reviews:
41
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
One
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, not making any money, this is just for fun.
Lucius Malfoy strides down the dark corridors of Hogwarts, absolutely furious.
Humiliated!
Beaten by a boy!
Thrown down the stairs by his own house-elf!
It is not to be borne.
They will pay. Oh yes, they will all pay for this.
The corridors are deserted -- not so much as a snivelling Hufflepuff, or that filthy Squib with the cat, for him to vent his anger on. Lucius walks faster, glaring at the portraits, wishing only to get out of this damned school, Apparate back to the Manor, and kick the first house-elf he can find. Or perhaps he'll drag Narcissa out of the drawing-room and down to the dungeon -- bind her, whip her, take her, spend the night relieving his frustration by making her bleed for him and scream his name...
He is torn from this enticing fancy when some fool races around the corner and runs straight into him.
"Oh!"
"Clumsy brat! Watch your --" He pauses, looking down at the crumpled figure at his feet. A wave of his wand brings a torch sliding closer along the wall, so he can see her clearly.
The girl is in tears, and bleeding.
The tears have started some time before, obviously; her wet cheeks and hiccuping sobs tell the story of some petty adolescent grief. The blood is new; as he watches, her soaked handkerchief rises to dab at the scratch on her chin. There is a matching smear of blood on his cane, on the snake-fang that has marked her.
"Sorry, sir, I'm sorry --"
His gaze roams over her. Third year, surely, no more than fourth -- so prettily flustered and tongue-tied. Dark, straight hair, a Ravenclaw crest, red-rimmed eyes turned up to him in helpless appeal. Robes and skirt in disarray, revealing a slim thigh, skin bared almost as far as -- what he needs. Wants. Now.
Lucius clears his throat.
"Allow me to assist you, my dear."
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A/N: Quick and dirty story, just for fun and practise, writing fast and posting little pieces at a time, should be done pretty soon. Reviews are encouraging! *g* So... Like it? Hate it? Want more? Know exactly what Big Bad Lucius should do to her...? *evil laugh*
Lucius Malfoy strides down the dark corridors of Hogwarts, absolutely furious.
Humiliated!
Beaten by a boy!
Thrown down the stairs by his own house-elf!
It is not to be borne.
They will pay. Oh yes, they will all pay for this.
The corridors are deserted -- not so much as a snivelling Hufflepuff, or that filthy Squib with the cat, for him to vent his anger on. Lucius walks faster, glaring at the portraits, wishing only to get out of this damned school, Apparate back to the Manor, and kick the first house-elf he can find. Or perhaps he'll drag Narcissa out of the drawing-room and down to the dungeon -- bind her, whip her, take her, spend the night relieving his frustration by making her bleed for him and scream his name...
He is torn from this enticing fancy when some fool races around the corner and runs straight into him.
"Oh!"
"Clumsy brat! Watch your --" He pauses, looking down at the crumpled figure at his feet. A wave of his wand brings a torch sliding closer along the wall, so he can see her clearly.
The girl is in tears, and bleeding.
The tears have started some time before, obviously; her wet cheeks and hiccuping sobs tell the story of some petty adolescent grief. The blood is new; as he watches, her soaked handkerchief rises to dab at the scratch on her chin. There is a matching smear of blood on his cane, on the snake-fang that has marked her.
"Sorry, sir, I'm sorry --"
His gaze roams over her. Third year, surely, no more than fourth -- so prettily flustered and tongue-tied. Dark, straight hair, a Ravenclaw crest, red-rimmed eyes turned up to him in helpless appeal. Robes and skirt in disarray, revealing a slim thigh, skin bared almost as far as -- what he needs. Wants. Now.
Lucius clears his throat.
"Allow me to assist you, my dear."
- - - - - - -
A/N: Quick and dirty story, just for fun and practise, writing fast and posting little pieces at a time, should be done pretty soon. Reviews are encouraging! *g* So... Like it? Hate it? Want more? Know exactly what Big Bad Lucius should do to her...? *evil laugh*