Lucius and the Waif - COMPLETE

The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Nineteen – Becoming All She Can Be


Lea’s breakthrough sexually relaxed a great deal of the tense atmosphere that had pervaded the apartment for months. Both Lucius and Lea profited from her newfound enjoyment of their intimacies. Lucius had privately wondered at times if the whole agreement was worth it, but he had an answer now. Lea met him as an equal in the bedroom, even with his more erotic or unusual fancies. Her sad history now allowed her to sweep past any limits of sexual experimentation a more sheltered female might have imposed. Lea was luxuriating in the variety of skills Lucius brought to bed with him. She was well on the way to dreaming up some of her own.


Lucius continued her education out of the bedroom, too. It was more important than ever to him to give her a polished education to function in his world. His solicitors had reported back to him that Mara Walford, nee Krait, was pureblood on both sides of her family tree. Her family was a minor branch of an old pureblood Slytherin family without much wealth, but once socially prominent. No near relation existed any more, which was why no one had looked for her at Azkaban. They had also discovered that his previous convenient female had not appeared because she had died at the hands of another ‘client’. Lucius mourned her loss as an amiable acquaintance who had gone to the trouble of accommodating him in remote Azkaban. He asked his solicitors to find out about her family and provide money for them.


So Lucius now had the final piece in his little companion’s past. He had been correct; she was a true Slytherin and best of all, a pureblood! He breathed a sigh of satisfaction. She was going to be his for more than the one and a half years they’d agreed on when he left this place. Lucius didn’t entertain any doubts that she would belong to him, and now he was pondering marriage. It wasn’t time yet to put all his cards on the table, but he could begin her magical teachings with a clear conscience.


Lea was very happy, except for worrying that her time with her wizard would end with the end of their agreement. She finally felt truly at home with him. He had moved her into his bedroom, which she knew was a signal honor. She saw a picture of his son Draco on the bedside table; she hadn’t even known he had a son. She learned he was divorced. And she saw he favored black and gray and dark green in his most intimate space. Not a big surprise. His furnishings and his effects were all neatly cared for and in their place. The elves did a lot, but she knew Lucius himself required order in his home. She had never had enough possessions of her own to know if she was messy or neat. She did carefully bring her shirt into his bedroom and hang it in his closet. That established her in ‘their’ bedroom. He watched her perform the changeover, knowing it was an important ritual for her. He thrust his fingers through her hair and pulled her to his bed. Then he performed his ritual, establishing her in his bed as well as his bedroom. Lea submitted joyfully.

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One day she had an idea for the apartment and she broached it at the breakfast table. They were eating very late, due to an extended lovemaking session the night before that had exhausted them both. “Lucius, if I am not to use the apartment you had built for me when you wanted me to leave and it is directly below this one, can we not make a stairway and open those rooms for use also?” Lea sat back, expectantly. Her all powerful sorcerer’s face mirrored a fleeting chagrin, but it was gone almost before she could register its meaning. “Lucius?” Lea wasn’t certain she’d seen anything, but she was getting to know her lord and master very well. His silence meant something important, but what?


“Ah well, I did rather lie to you about that,” he finally said, leaning back in his chair.


“The apartment isn’t below this one? No. How stupid of me. There is no apartment, is there?” Lea was seeing their new agreement in an unhappy light.


“Actually, yes, there is an apartment, but it is used for the elves, and it is designed for their size. You would have been most uncomfortable in it.” Lucius didn’t want Lea to connect the dots on his lie, but, of course, she did.


“So,” she said slowly, “you never had any intention of throwing me out. You wanted to renegotiate our agreement in terms more favorable to you.”


“Not quite, but close. I had every intention of throwing you out if we couldn’t renegotiate, just not to another nice apartment. If necessary, you would have had to return to wherever you lived before you came to me.” Lucius saw her dismay. “I no longer was able to pretend to myself that I was willing to accept sex with a living corpse.” Even a beautiful Slytherin corpse, he thought. “That is basically what I was feeling when I used your body without your mind.”


Lucius looked at her without a shred of remorse. “If you wouldn’t change the agreement, I was finished. And if I dangled an empty, pleasing apartment in front of you, or a free trip to the mainland, and you accepted, that told me exactly what you wanted from me. It was certainly not me personally. Keep in mind that I was willing to renegotiate to keep your company. I needed to know if you saw me as a person rather than an opportunity.”


Lea needed to think over what she’d learned. Was he saying he wanted her to want him for himself? It sounded that way, but… “Why do I feel as though something is missing from this equation?” Lea said wryly, showing she had a very agile mind of her own.


Lucius knew exactly what was missing. Not being at all familiar with the four magical English school houses, Lea didn’t know he’d pegged her as a fellow Slytherin - a young, beautiful, intelligent Slytherin - making him willing to repair her sexually for his personal use. And she certainly wasn’t going to appreciate his choosing to keep her only after knowing her antecedents and bloodline, even though he did want her on a physical level. She had completely redefined the phrase ‘sexual chemistry’ for him.


To him it was a difference of degree. He would have still wanted her, but if she had been tainted with any Muggle blood, he could not have brought himself to offer her more than a temporary mistress position. She had no familiarity with the magic world she’d been born into, and so would have no appreciation of his beliefs. He had very narrow views of acceptable bloodlines in the magic community and he wasn’t going to change them for her, even if she was a Slytherin - not if Muggle blood had been somewhere in her line. The Malfoy heritage of pureblood ancestry was the single most important facet of his life. He owed his dynasty a continuance only of pureblood offspring.


For all that Lucius felt confident of his ability to have her, there was a small remaining worry that once she saw the wider magic world, she would find someone else more appealing, younger, whispered his mind. He was nearly forty-four, almost twenty-six years her senior, although in the wizarding world, due to magic folks’ longevity he wasn’t yet even middle-aged. He was in superb physical shape, having taken care of himself all his life, being abstemious in both food and drink, and keeping to a regular exercise regimen even in prison. His face and body owed very little to the expensive toning spells and potions he used, because he was naturally blessed with very good genes somatically. And, of course, his mind was razor-sharp. He was also filthy rich, but he knew that last item might not weigh too much with her as she hadn’t shown excess interest in his worldly possessions beyond what he’d wanted her to.


All he could offer might not be enough for her. She might come up against his conscience and beliefs, the two areas where they might diverge. He was the anchor of her world right now, and he intended to keep it that way when he was released. Of course, he had omitted mentioning the details of her future to her so far.


Still sitting at his ease, Lucius merely raised a quelling eyebrow, saying nothing in response to her question about something missing from ‘the equation’. Lea saw the conversation was over, and she changed the subject. “When can I start magic lessons? I know everything else now. I can read, I can do my numbers, and I can name all the major countries of the world and their capitals. I want to learn magic.”


Lucius was quite willing to leave the subject of their relationship and discuss magic. Her assertion that she knew everything else amused him, but he decided not to be diverted down that path. Lucius was one of the most powerful wizards in his entire magic world, partly because he didn’t limit himself to only socially acceptable spells. His magical potency flowed from both the dark and light sides, and he had used them both for many years. No one could have been better prepared to teach Lea the entire panoply of skills available to one of her Slytherin heritage.


But Lucius wasn’t shortsighted enough to hand her any weapons against him until he had firmly ensconced her on his estate as his personal property. He said, “I am willing to start with simple elemental magic and teach you some basics. You need to establish a foundation of magical knowledge which will at first seem useless, but, as with mathematics, advanced magic is built on the more simple functions.” Lucius warned her, “I do not wish to hear your uninformed opinion on either the knowledge I wish to impart or the speed at which I proceed. You will learn each element I teach, and learn it well before we go any further. In shorter parlance, no whining. Do we understand each other?”


Lea was a little insulted at his assumption she would be whiny, but she readily agreed to his terms. Lucius was soon found to be correct in his warning. Lea was learning the skills of magic very quickly, but Lucius required excellence before he would go to the next lesson. She sometimes was impatient about continuing to practice skills that she felt she had mastered. One time she did complain and Lucius called off lessons for a week. After that Lea concentrated on becoming letter perfect so she could advance faster, rather than whining about the pace. Lucius necessarily had to teach Lea how to do spells that didn’t require a wand, usually a subject for more advanced study, but her intellect and maturity worked in her favor, allowing her to advance into the simple wandless spells with little trouble.
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A/N: Thank you, zairaphel, for the lovely review. Lucius' character is the central theme in this story and keeping him within (my interpretation of) his persona is very important to me.