Dangerous Games

Disclaimer: See chapter one. Still not mine.

A/N: Sorry this update took so long. I am updating Laying the Blame as well. Hopefully I will get to Power and Forbidden Feelings soon. Thanks for being patient.


Dangerous Games

Chapter 10: A Chance Encounter


The sound of shattering glass startled her and she looked down distractedly at the shards that once resembled a butterbeer mug.

“Madam? Are you all right?”

Rosmerta smiled reassuringly at her employee.

“I am fine, Mae. Could you take care of this for me? I think I am going to lie down for a while.”

The young girl nodded her head mutely. She worriedly watched her employer walk away. This confirmed all her suspicions. Something was definitely wrong. Madam Rosmerta never went to lie down. Not in the middle of the day. The older witch had been acting strangely for the last few weeks. She seemed to be on edge. At times she was restless and anxious; at other times she was sad and lethargic. She had never seen her like this and Mae was very concerned.

Rosmerta reached her room as quickly as she could. She barely looked at the bed. Instead she walked over to the window and stared out wistfully.

It had been two weeks since she had last seen Lucius. Everything had been quiet and she hadn’t heard anything from the Order. Everyday she had read the Daily Prophet to see if there was any news on Voldemort. Nothing. She should have been happy about that, she supposed but instead she had been on edge. It was like the overture to a song in which the music started off soft and low but would eventually slam into a loud crescendo. That was what she was worried about. The crash she knew was inevitable.

Right. And it had nothing to do with Lucius. Or the fact that she missed him terribly. And worried about him constantly.

The feelings brewed inside her. At times they threatened to overwhelm her and she threw herself into her work or at times into her bed to sleep her anxiety away. Of course nothing worked. Any reprieve she had was temporary. The result was that her nerves were frayed; her emotions at the surface. She could blow up or cry miserably. She never knew which and many times didn’t even care which reaction she had.

This has got to stop! She scolded herself for her weakness. Some spy she was. Her employees were concerned and her customers puzzled by her actions. She had to get a hold of herself.

Deciding to take a walk instead of a nap, Rosmerta reached for her cloak and her wand. She knew she should let Mae know where she was going but she just needed to get out. Maybe the cold air could shock her into feeling or not feeling. She wasn’t sure which.

The crisp air stung Rosmerta’s cheeks and she relished the pain it caused. She could feel the cool air whipping through her hair, fighting with the pins she had holding it up. A few curls lost the battle and fell into her face. She let them flit around her face, uncaring. She needed this. She needed to feel. It broke through the numbness she sometimes felt and reminded her that she was still alive. Of course it wasn’t herself she was worried about.

She comforted herself with the fact that if something had happened to Lucius she would surely know it. Wouldn’t she?

She walked through the quiet streets of Hogmeade. She did not have a destination just a determination to get there. Where ever that might be. She was so consumed with her thoughts that she didn’t even notice where she was going. She walked into the closest shop. Anything to distract her from her thoughts.

Rosmerta looked around, surprised at her surroundings. She was in Gladrag’s Wizardwear. Although this had not been where she intended to go, she thought it wasn’t a bad choice. Maybe she would buy something new to cheer herself up.

A sudden prickling at the back of her neck warned her and she quickly turned around. She found herself staring into intense blue eyes. Her mouth went dry and her pulse quickened as she found herself facing the person she had longed to see for the last few weeks.

Lucius.

Time seemed to stop as they studied each other. Finally he spoke as if she were a mere acquaintance.

“Madam Rosmerta. How delightful to see you again.”

“Mr. Malfoy,” she replied just as coolly. “What a surprise. Are you purchasing new clothes for yourself or for your wife?”

Lucius raised his eyebrows at her but otherwise did not answer.

The sales person who had been hovering over them rushed off to help a young witch, giving Rosmerta the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

“I like this,” she stated trailing her hand down the front of his shirt. She could feel the heat of his skin though the light fabric. “Is it new? The material is exquisite.” Her hand wandered down to his waistband and paused. The urge to continue was almost overwhelming; instead Rosmerta looked up at Lucius innocently. The sharp intake of his breath told her that he knew what she was thinking and she was gratified to see the look of need that swiftly crossed his handsome features.

“It is not new,” he replied lightly grabbing her hand before it could travel any further. Rosmerta smiled at him as she deftly moved her hand so that it covered his instead. Threading her fingers through his, she lightly stroked the sensitive skin in between.

“Lucius…” she began throatily.

He cut her off quickly.

“I hope business has been good.” He moved her hand and dropped it. The reason for his sudden actions became apparent as she heard Draco’s sulking voice from behind her.

“I still do not see why I have to wear these, father.”

“Do not question me, Draco,” he answered as he turned away from her. “If you are to acquire a position with the Ministry, then you have to look the part.”

“I have not seen you in my establishment lately, Draco.” Madam Rosmerta directed her comments at the younger Malfoy.

“Father says I need to keep a low profile,” he answered dutifully.

“I see,” she continued. “I suppose you are taking your own advice?” The last was spoken to Lucius and she could tell by the glint in his eye that he was taking up her unspoken challenge.

“Of course,” he stated with a low drawl. “It is important to keep up appearances.”

“Of course,” Rosmerta agreed. “But don’t forget that it is also important to relax and indulge yourself at times.”

Lucius nodded slightly and she added, “You are both welcome to drop by anytime and have a drink on the house.” She smiled at them and then turned to leave. As an afterthought she glanced back at Lucius with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“I will have your usual waiting for you, Mr. Malfoy.” Rosmerta smirked and then walked away. She knew she should just leave the shop but she couldn’t. She had not seen Lucius for two weeks and the few minutes they had talked were not enough to satisfy her. Of course nothing short of shagging him right then and there would satisfy her. She should defiantly leave.

She wandered aimlessly through the shop, hoping shamelessly for another glimpse of him before she returned to the inn. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled into one of the small changing rooms.

She spun around, not at all surprised to see Lucius’ handsome face smirking at her.

“What do you think you are doing, Mr. Malfoy?” she questioned teasingly.

“I am just taking your advice, Rosmerta.”

At her blank stare he added, “Quenching my thirst…by having my usual.”

Suddenly realizing what he intended she had to protest, even though a part of her found the idea thrilling.

“Lucius, you cannot be serious.”

“Oh, but I am,” he stated, guiding her gently to her knees.

“Someone will catch us,” she whispered as she found herself facing his crotch.

“Do you really think they will rush a Malfoy? I can take as long as I like,” he said. “Although I don’t think it will actually take long.”

“What about your son?” she protested feebly.

“He is busy flirting with the young sales girl,” he assured her.

Rosmerta was no longer listening. She leaned her face in and rested her cheek against the growing feel of his erection. She steadied herself by holding on to his legs. She moved her chin slowly stroking his pulsating length. The feel of the soft material contrasted with the hardness beneath it.

Lucius pulled her closer as he moaned her name. Rosmerta quickly undid his pants and pulled him free of his confining clothes. She lovingly kissed the underside of his hard shaft as she licked and teased her way to the tip. Her tongue swirled over the head as he quietly urged her on. She took him in as far as she could before pulling out and starting again. Rosmerta knew from experience what he liked best and it wasn’t long before she had him begging for release.

Lucius gazed intensely at her as he pulled her up from the floor. She studied him curiously. If she didn’t know better she would think that this was the first intimate contact he’d had since they were last together. That couldn’t be true though, could it?

“Go now,” he urged her.

“When…” she began but he cut her off.

“Soon, my dear. I promise,” he assured her. “It is very dangerous right now. We need to be careful.”

Those words rang ominously in her ears as she quickly left the shop. Even though she could feel the weight of the warning he had given, she walked with a light step.

Rosmerta felt better than she had in weeks.