The Masked Lady

So here I am, once more playing with Lucius. This wasn’t the LM/HG story I had originally planned to write next, this popped into my head late one night while I was chatting with some friends. It started out as an idea for a oneshot but sort of evolved from there. Maybe I should have left it as a oneshot LOL I don’t know but this is how it played out so…forgive me. It’s a rather light tale with lots of comedy and sprinkled liberally with naughtiness. =)

I have become hesitant to call characters written post war OOC since the truth is maturity, war and the climate of the times would have altered them from the period of time in the books. Like it or not, this is as always for me, non-canon. Yes, compared to the books the characters may seem OOC, but then again they would have to be wouldn’t they?

Ok, well enough from me, lets get to the story shall we?

Chapter 1: The Masked Lady




The ballroom was filled to capacity with every wealthy pureblood in wizarding Britain. Rare, exotic floral arrangements centered each table amidst the glimmer of scented candles from the finest candle-maker in Diagon Alley. Elegant china and expensive crystal were scattered across the fine linen covered tables accompanied by gold flatware. Everything about the event was expensive and elegant catering to the preferences of the wealthy individuals attending in hopes that they would generously open their wallets and donate to the cause at hand.

Lucius stood alone in a shadowed corner and observed the crowd with bored detachment. His son and daughter-in-law had abandoned him earlier in the evening to socialize with the Zabini’s. He was a bit of a wet blanket he supposed, a widowed fifty something with no date, a seedy history and a tendency to point out other’s shortcomings with the same blasé tone one might use to comment on the weather. He wasn’t blatantly rude about it, he had cultivated his talent for veiled insults over the years so that he could amuse himself at another’s expense without losing that polished Malfoy air.

It appeared that he would not find much in the way of amusement among the evening’s company. Oh the pickings were easy enough, but that was the problem, too easy. He glanced to the right of the ballroom where the single women eyed the male population for the one with the heaviest purse. In some ways he was grateful that he had never had a daughter. He would never have allowed her to put herself on display the way those young women had. Half of them looked as though they could barely breathe with their corsets laced so tightly and the other half were practically baring their breasts for all and sundry to see.

If they only knew the true misery of marriage. Oh there were love matches where the couples were happy and lived their lives loving one another, but they were very rare among the wizarding aristocracy. In his world marriages were made to further a family’s status, connections or wealth. Very rarely were they based on anything other than business. His own had been arranged by his father who had been in business with Narcissa’s family for years. It hadn’t been completely horrid, she was a perfect wife for any high ranking pureblood wizard but she lacked spirit. She was a quiet, withdrawn woman who was easily wounded and often ill.


It was her weak disposition that landed her in the hospital over three years ago with a lung infection that just would not heal no matter what spell or potion was administered. She passed on just a few weeks into a new year leaving Lucius widowed and sadly he was once again a blip on the radar of every match making matron in the wizarding world. Oh they had given him the traditional year in mourning but as soon as the year was up the invites had begun to every formal affair, coming out and random event anyone with a daughter of marriageable age was holding.

The endless parade of mindless fluff did nothing for him. He was actually becoming concerned with his lack of interest in the opposite sex, fearing that maybe Severus’s teasing about his wand losing the strength in its heartstring may be correct. He had dispatched his mistress over a year ago and had never thought to find a replacement for her. He had no need of one and doubted he would find anyone suitable or stirring enough among the witches currently flittering about. He wanted a challenge, someone who not only excited his body but his mind as well, someone who wouldn’t just roll over and part her legs on command. No, he wanted a witch with spark, with a little fight in her who would make him earn the right to ride between her thighs.

He gave a bored sigh and rocked back on his heels. He would rather be home reading or indulging in his secret obsession with his television. Though he would never, ever, admit to anyone other than Severus that he owned such a thing much less that he was completely obsessed with the muggle creation. He went to great lengths to hide it, having the wiring done in the dead of night and then spending a fortune to have the appliance altered to function in a magical household. He had his satellite dish hidden within a stone gargoyle atop the manor and the television itself was hidden deep within the walls of his bedchamber brought forth with a revealing spell every evening when he reclined in his bed and flipped through the channels for hours.

He would give anything to be there in that moment. Wishing like hell he could leave. But he owed it to Draco to attend such things, to show he had indeed changed his evil ways so to speak. He also had a reputation as head of the Malfoy family to uphold which meant he would suffer in silence, continuing to amuse himself with his observations of others and dreaming of the moment he could recline naked in his bed and watch the telly.

“You don’t appear to be having a very good time, Mr. Malfoy.” Lucius stiffened when he felt the tip of a wand pressing into the base of his spine. The low, husky rasp of a woman’s voice was close to his ear as her gloved hand curled around his shoulder from behind and slowly pulled him back further into the shadows. He tried to turn but she pressed her wand more firmly into his back, leaning into it with her weight and pushing her breasts into his back. Oh yes, no mistaking it, it was definitely a woman.

“Who are you and what do you want?” He asked, his hands curling around the snake head of his cane.

“Don’t worry about that right now.” She said low. She was close enough that he could feel the warm currents of her breath tickling his ear. “And don’t even think of pulling your wand on me.”

“I could simply call out for help.” He said, wincing when she gave her wand a little thrust into his back. She chuckled against his ear, the combination of the sultry sound’s vibration and her heated breath stirred him and he felt his cock twitch and take notice. He really was lost if being assaulted by an unknown woman in the shadows was exciting him.

“But you won’t. You are far too proud to call for help. You wouldn’t want anyone to know that some one was able to catch you off your guard, much less a woman.” She purred, resting her chin on his shoulder as she stared out at all the people. “Look at them all. Each of them wearing a small fortune in clothing and jewelry that they will never wear again, Merlin forbid that they wear the same dress twice.” She tsked.


“What do you want?” He asked, frustrated at his body’s unruly response to the unseen woman.

“Justice. Empathy. Equality.” She sighed, a soft sound that raced down his spine. “Look at them all, here donating to a theater to fund a new play. A theater when there are families going hungry in our world. People dying because they can not afford the potions needed to treat their ailments. Children suffering because their families can’t put them into proper schools while you rich, pampered, lazy people give money to a theater that could have easily funded its production if they had used the money spent for this ridiculous party towards it. You realize don’t you that for the cost of the dress robes on your back you could feed a family of four for a year?”


One delicate, leather gloved hand slid down his lapel and pulled his robes aside, her fingers dancing down his torso and making his cock rear its head in excitement over this new experience. Lucius wasn’t used to aggressive women, he hadn’t even seen the bold vixen and his body was reacting to her.

“Other people’s families aren’t my responsibility.” He said. She growled in his ear and to his shock and appalling delight she pinched his nipple through his silk shirt.

“They should be. You have so much money you could give half of it away and still be disgustingly wealthy. But you don’t…you give when it suits you and only to departments within the Ministry of Magic that you think can help you in some way, never to those who really need it.” Her fingers once more moved over him, sliding down his ribcage to his waist, sliding below his white cummerbund and around then dipping into his pocket. “That changes now, Mr. Malfoy.” She whispered as her small hand rifled through his right pocket.

“You are a little pick pocket, aren’t you?” He felt her extracting his galleons and then she moved slightly to his side and he caught a vague glimpse of her in his peripherals for a moment. Not enough to get a good impression of her though. All he saw clearly was the black mask around her eyes and plump, glossy red lips.

“Pick pockets do their work in secret and they keep what they pilfer. I have no need of your wealth personally, but others do.” She said, sliding her hand into his left pocket. He jolted when her fingertips bumped up against his erection and she gasped, and then chuckled softly. “Why, Mr. Malfoy, what do we have here?” She slid her hand deeper, boldly running her fingertips along his length through the thin pocket lining.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” He growled, fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward into her touch. He couldn’t believe he was hard as stone for a woman he hadn’t even seen, only heard. What’s more is that he couldn’t believe she was molesting him in the shadowed corner of a ballroom as she fleeced him of his galleons.

“I find this rather fascinating. You like this don’t you?” She asked breathily as her fingers closed around him and squeezed.

“Purely a reaction to having a woman blowing in my ear and pushing her breasts into my back, not to mention the fact that you are playing with my cock.” He snapped.

“Awwww…poor pretty wizard can’t help himself, is that it?” She cooed giving him a final squeeze before withdrawing her hand and sliding it back up the center of his chest. “Shame I can’t explore further, that’s some prize you have there, Mr. Malfoy. But alas I must away. Thank you very much for your generous donation.” She pulled back her wand and before he could turn around she was gone.

“Son of a bitch.” He cursed, reaching into his pockets to find every last galleon, knut and sickle gone. His cock still twitched, painfully erect as he stared into the empty space where the mysterious woman thief had just stood. A loud scream rent the air and Lucius turned towards the crowd to see a woman clutching at her throat.

“My necklace, someone stole my sapphires!” Lucius’s eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth lifted. His boring evening suddenly became a hell of a lot more interesting.