A Black Mistake

~~~~~ Back at The Hog’s Head ~~~~~

Lucius entered the tavern as if he owned it, which it was possible he did. Seeing her in the back, he fixed his piercing grey eyes on her own. He stared her down and moved towards her like a jungle cat stalking his prey. She’d always thought his father looked like a lion, but Lucius was much sleeker, more dangerous like a large panther. His muscles moved seamlessly under his robes, but Narcissa knew that just because they weren’t obscenely large did not make them any less formidable.

“This is hardly the place for a daughter of the house of Black to be seen in, my love. What on earth would our mothers and their friends say if they knew?” Lucius Malfoy stood next to her and out of habit, she rose to show respect. She could not meet his eyes.

“Did you ask your father about getting the ingredients I’ll need?” Lucius slid into the booth next to her, draping his arm over her shoulders as he pressed her between the wall and his equally unyielding chest.

“Now, darling, is that anyway to start out a conversation with someone you haven’t seen in almost a moon cycle? You were raised much better than that. Haven’t you missed me?” He reached his gloved fingers out and traced her jaw line as he murmured in her ear. “I haven’t seen you out at all and your sister was so impudent and cruel none of the Malfoy owls will deliver post to your house and I’ve been blocked from your floo. I was delighted when I finally got your letter. A bit forward, but then with my own inability to communicate effectively, I understand. Why don’t we start over, hm? Good morning, love, how are you?”

“I’m not well at all and you know that! Please just tell me if your father can get me the ingredients. You have to be just as eager to have this over and done with as having a bastard would besmirch your family name as well as mine.” She shifted and tried to put distance between herself and Lucius as she spoke of the illegal items she needed to put that awful night behind her.

“There hasn’t been a Malfoy bastard born in over two centuries and the one that was was dealt with accordingly. Rest assured, you will not be bringing another one into the world.” His words comforted her and so she allowed his hands to roam. He’d already proven that he could take what he wanted and even though her family was wealthy and influential it did not hold the same sway as the Malfoy family did in the courts. It would not do to anger him when he was being accommodating.

“So he can get them?” she asked. He nodded and she sighed in relief. “I presume you told him that they were needed for an emergency.” Again, Lucius nodded, grinning at her as if he’d just won some kind of tournament. “When will I get them?” It made her sick to think of brewing the potion that would rid herself of a baby, but it made her even more sick to think of being blasted off her family tree.

“You won’t be getting them.” The look in his eyes told her that he’d been waiting to say that since he’d arrived.

“What?” she whispered. “Why not? Is it because of Bella? Please stop punishing me for her mistakes! I’ll do anything you ask, just please help me! I couldn’t stand it if my family disowned me and they would!”

“I asked my father if he could get them and he said he could, but he would rather not since it seems so few pure blooded women are capable of bearing children these days. He’s rather insistent that you do the right thing and not rid yourself of something so precious.”

“But I can’t take care of a baby! I don’t have a job and the shock would kill my mother! She’s distraught as it is after having Andromeda leave us. Pleae, please help me! I can’t do this to my family and I can’t make it on my own! There has to be something that can be done to persuade him. I’ll do anything!” As soon as she said it, she regretted the statement.

“Oh, I’m certain you would.” Lucius hauled her up and drug her to the outside of the dirty tavern and pulling her to him, he apparated them to what appeared to be a tiny cottage in the countryside, clean and elegant.

“Where are we?” she asked. She knew better than to apparate someplace with someone who was a stranger, but she was so used to being treated with the utmost care and respect by the men of her peerage it never occurred to her to not trust anyone. The Malfoy family was the only one in Britain that would not be afraid of her family’s wrath.

“We are at a hunting lodge my mother bought on a whim in Cornwall. Very few people are aware of its existence and I highly doubt she even remembers buying it. We will not be disturbed.” He gestured to the small cherry table next to them. There was a chair on either side of it and a set of parchments on the polished wood surface. “If you will just sign those, my darling, everything will be in order.”

Narcissa cautiously approached the table and picked up the object to which he referred. She was shocked. It was a Malfoy family marriage contract complete with dowry, bride price and standard fidelity charms upon the signing. “I can’t sign this. My father has to negotiate.”

“Your father is no longer of importance. You are of age and we should have been married a long time ago. Sign the papers, Narcissa.” His voice was calm, but commanding. Again she hesitated so he came closer. “If you don’t sign them, I will deny all knowledge of the child you have inside you and how it came to be. No one will question me and no one else will have you. I’ve spent most of your adult life warning other men away from you. No other man will ever touch you whether we marry or not. It is your choice completely as to whether or not you come to me in disgrace or as my wife.”

Narcissa looked down at what she was holding and tried to think of what to do. She knew her father should be here or some member of her family, but they didn’t know she even had contact with the Malfoy heir. No one knew where she was and as Lucius had said, no one even knew that the Malfoy’s owned the location she was currently located. Her father had had good reason for refusing her to the Malfoys, but he wasn’t here and unless she signed the paper in front of her, he would refuse her in the Black household as well. No matter which way she went, she would lose her family. Deciding that she would be sensible, she signed the document in front of her.

“Good girl,” Lucius purred as he added his own signature. He pulled a tiny velvet box out of his cloak and slid a diamond ring onto her delicate finger. She gasped when the platinum band refitted itself to her finger, gripping like a vice. She felt a tiny tug on her insides as the magical nature of the contract took over.

“What am I going to tell my parents?” she asked in a small voice. Lucius came up behind her and ran his fingers through her long hair. She felt a tickling at her back and at first thought he was massaging her, but then she realized he was unbuttoning her dress. “What are you doing?”

“Do not fight me.” Narcissa was too scared to move as Lucius slid her upper body out of the dress she’d worn to meet him. He drew her back against his chest which was now bare and she flinched when she felt the evidence of his arousal. “Calm down, pet. If you just let me have my way, I promise it will be very enjoyable for you.”

His fingers left trails of goose bumps in their wake as he traced small circles on her upper arms and shoulders before they made their journey to her stomach. He palmed her currently flat stomach with his large hand, moving downwards so that her dress fell to the floor about her feet. The cold air hit her body and she trembled both from the low temperature and the fear she felt for the man behind her. What little warmth he offered was taken away as he stepped around to face her. His outer robes were off and he was wearing dark wool trousers that contrasted with the milky white of his chest and the alabaster pale of his feet. She couldn’t remember when his shoes had come off.

She felt like a piece of raw meat dangling before a thestral and she made to cover herself, but he stopped her. Without words, she knew that she was not to move unless he told her it was allowed. His insistent squeeze on her wrist made that clear enough. He pulled her forwards and she stepped out of the circle of her dress, leaving her small velvet flats behind. She stood in the center of the room, completely bare, her face flushed and tears threatening to fall, but he paid no heed.

“I want you to undress the rest of me, Narcissa.” His baritone voice startled her like a doe in the forest. With shaking hands, she reached out and fumbled with the buttons on his trousers. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she moved the pewter buttons through their holes and the material parted enough for her to slide it down his hips. He wore no undergarments and when his long thick cock sprung from its confines and bobbed like a needle on a compass, she took a startled step back. His hand on her fore arm stopped her and she looked up into his grinning face. “You’ve never done this before, have you, pet?”

She shook her head no. His tone of voice was both a statement and a dare. He was almost certain she was innocent, but she felt certain that she would have been made to pay if she hadn’t been. What was she doing?

He took her hands and placed them on his chest and it was then that she noticed the tattoo on his left arm. A snake emerging from a skull. She’d seen one on Bella and Rodolphus and knew that it meant they owed allegiance to a very powerful, very dark wizard. She couldn’t imagine any wizard being more powerful than the one in front of her. She let her hands slide over his chest and marveled at the contrast of his soft skin over taught muscle. Her father had been a muscular man, but she’d never seen or felt his skin. In the light of the parlour, Lucius’ chest seemed much more a thing of beauty than the oppressive wall that had trapped her to a bed in an attic bedroom. She could see why men were so often sculpted in art. Purely out of curiosity, she allowed her hands to roam until they came upon coarse blonde hair that started at just under his naval and traveled downward to what she surveyed as an extra appendage. Realizing what she was getting close to, she stopped and pulled back. It was the length of her own forearm and almost as thick. She was suddenly reminded of what it looked like covered in blood.

With a growl he pulled her hands out and wrapped them around him. “Touch it, it’s yours. After we are married, it will belong to you alone.” He bent his head to her breasts and nuzzled them reverently. “Just like this, and this, and this will belong to me. They have always belonged to me.” He accentuated each word with a kiss to the rosy pink tip of each breast and followed by lightly cupping her sex.

Narcissa had been raised with the expectation of her life being bound to her husband and thus, her body as well. Lucius hands on her were his right, as she had just signed a contract stating that, but it still felt wrong. Wasn’t congress with her intended supposed to feel right? No one had prepared her for what would happen if one of the darkest wizards in Britain had raped her and then properly claimed her. She felt overwhelmed. However, she still allowed him the liberties. This was better than shaming her family, right? She wrapped her slender hand around his cock and petted it experimentally. The skin felt like her silk bed sheets and with her palms dry, she could slide them along his length with no resistance.

As she squeezed lightly, Lucius hissed and pulled her closer. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked as he turned her back towards his front and conjured a mirror for her to observe them.

“No, darling,” he said as he ran his hands over her hips and thighs, his fore fingers creating a V where her legs met. “You were doing very well. It is very difficult to resist the touch of an innocent and it pleases me that you have a natural curiosity. I did not want this to be over before it began, however. Look at us. Aren’t we perfect together?”

Narcissa looked at their image and had to admit that Michelangelo or Raphael would have had a hard time painting a more beautiful, more perfectly matched couple. The top of her head came to the base of his neck and the swell of her hips hid his manhood from view, but there was no mistaking the fact that he was male. His biceps circled her shoulders protectively or possessively, she couldn’t be sure and she thought it might be a bit of both. She looked delicate next to him, but not insignificant. He would be able to bend her, but she would not break.

“Your horrid, dark sister was never meant to be my wife. I picked you out when I was twelve years old. That afternoon in the library, I felt like I’d caught a fairy. When your father refused to see reason, I allowed Rodolphus to pursue Bella so that I could be out of that horrendous contract. Did you never question your beauty while you were in Hogwarts? I went to great lengths to ensure that no one touched you or even thought about touching you. Did you really believe your social status to be so high that no lowly, pauper of a pure blood would come after you? Did you think you were undesirable?” He fondled her breasts with increasing speed as he spoke to her.

“I always assumed that Andromeda’s shame and then Bella’s made me undesirable. I thought that it was only my father’s political power that let me remain amongst the inner circle.” She truly had believed that. It made perfect sense to her. She was still respectable, but no one trusted her as a future spouse based on her sisters’ reputations.

Lucius chuckled, deep and throaty and it took all her will not to run from him. She felt like a mouse caught in a cat’s paw. “If only you knew how often I had to ‘persuade’ wizards, young and old, from pursuing you. Nicolae Warrington proved most difficult, as did several others. I used Severus Snape as my look out whilst you were in school and he made certain that any male who glanced in your direction never did so twice.”

She tensed as she realized that the man behind her never even gave her a chance to find her own happiness. He felt her tense and tightened his grip on her body. “You were engaged to Bellatrix at that time,” she accused as she fought his grip.

“Bellatrix was a whore who happened to make herself useful by falling in love with one of her customers. Even if she hadn’t run off with Lestrange I would have put her aside on the grounds that she wasn’t a virgin. Maybe I should have done that since that would have guaranteed me your hand in her stead as recompense.”

“But I’m not a virgin either,” she protested. “It’s your fault that I’m not and now when we marry and everyone counts the months after our baby is born, they’ll know for certain that ours was a marriage of necessity and it will be just as shameful!”

Lucius picked her up and pressed her up against the mirror, his cold grey eyes holding her wet, blue ones captive. Her face was turned to the side and her breasts were smashed against the mirror. Without warning he bit down on her, his mouth sucking at the juncture between her shoulder and neck with gusto. His fingers pried into her opening, plunging in and out in a motion that was startlingly arousing. He was being forceful, but not brutal and despite herself, she enjoyed it. The evidence of it sopped around his fingers.

“Our marriage will be the scion of propriety and gentility. I took you that night because I had to and because it was long over due. You should have been mine on your seventeenth birthday, but your father evaded my attempts. He thought that by paying back that mad cow’s dowry he would absolve himself of being beholden to our family. I waited for three long years for the right moment. Your sister aided your father in keeping you from me and it grew very tiresome, but I never gave up. I knew you were mine to take when we were children and I spent years ensuring that what I had stayed mine. Nothing improper happened at Parkinson’s townhouse because as far as I’m concerned, I was just holding on to what is mine. You’ve been a Malfoy in my mind since you were eight years old, so that means that no one would dare question the validity of any child we would have. I am in the Dark Lord’s inner circle and the Ministry’s. No one will question what I say, least of all you.”

He impaled her on his cock. Narcissa gave a small strangled cry as she attempted to ease the pressure and burning in her core from his invasion. The first time had been bad, but his thigh between her legs and her body pressed against the mirror gave her an unrestricted view of the two of them connected in the most primitive way possible. His left hand played with her folds spread out as they were around his male organ and his right hand kneaded her breast as he sucked and nibbled on her neck, watching her in the mirror.

“You got rid of my last mark, Narcissa. I won’t allow you to do the same with this one.” The vacuum he created in his mouth caused tears to well in her eyes as he marked her skin. “I told you not to move. Why are you still moving?”

“You’re hurting me,” she pleaded.

He made slow, measured thrusts into her channel. The long, sure strokes he gave her allowed her to feel his manhood in detail and she could feel the tiny rips and tears that he had opened inside her passage. She was trapped in the cage of his arms and held aloft by the powerful column of his thigh. Despite the pain, she could feel a desperate, keening pleasure move through her body. It was inexperienced, but it recognized the throb of mating. She closed her eyes as she felt intense pleasure from the head of his cock rubbing over a particularly sensitive spot in her channel. Her womb contracted and she vaguely wondered if he was hurting the baby.

Their last coupling had been deliberate. This one, however, was much more primal and personal. Lucius inhaled her scent like an opium addict and ran his hands over her like a sailor coming upon a dock maid after seven months at sea. He held her body still for his invading conquest.

“I gave you a direct order not to move and not to fight me. If you’ll just relax, this will be all pleasure and no pain. However, I must exert some control over you and if that means forcing you to accept my advances, as is proper, I will. You will obey me in all things, Narcissa. If you do not, I will be forced to punish you. I have been lenient thus far, but if you continue to defy me, I will make your punishments far worse. Your place is at my side and under me. I will only be able to take one woman from now on and I will demand her total obedience. If you do as I say, you will never have a need to fear my actions.” He continued thrusting upwards, filling her channel again and again with his thrusts, her pussy making obscene wet noises that caused her to blush. She did as he instructed and relaxed, allowing him to penetrate deeper as his thumb and forefinger rolled her nipples into pebbles for him to play with.

“Won’t this hurt the baby?” she asked as her pale skin flushed all over. If she thought of the thing in her stomach as a baby, it made accepting his dominance easier to bear. Pure blooded wives were meant to allow their husbands every liberty.

“Do not worry,” he said as his thrusts became more erratic. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Her head swam as he manipulated the bundle of nerves between her legs. The room was far too hot and she was pressed so closely to the mirror, she thought she might hyperventilate. Lucius’ body completely overwhelmed hers and she lost herself in him as a coil of heat began in her stomach and spread throughout her body, curling her toes and clouding her brain as she tensed around the thick male organ inside her and shuddered as a torrential wave of passion washed over her. She was certain he had killed her, but she didn’t care.

“Le petite mort,” he rasped in her ear, having dipped into her thoughts. He leaned heavily on her and jerked his hips upwards, pistoning into the tiny body he had coveted and preserved. He was like a wolf. Her neck was raw from his attentions and her breasts tender as he turned her face towards him and drank from her lips as his seed spilled into her and out around his cock.

She had bled again. When he saw, he looked pleased. “Soon you will get used to our activities and there will be no pain unless I specifically wish for there to be. The only way for you to get sufficiently stretched to accommodate me is for us to practice everyday. You will not always bleed.” With that, he let her go and she almost sank to her knees from being so thoroughly used. It wasn’t just the ring on her finger that made her feel claimed.

“I need to go home. My father will be furious that I’ve been gone for so long.” She reached a shaky arm towards her dress.

“Your father is no longer the male you need to answer to in your life. That contract has already been sent to him, along with a notification that you signed it as an adult. I could take you seven more times today, if I so wished.” He ran his fingers through her hair indulgently.

“That would be very bad for the baby,” she whispered. She had enjoyed what had happened, but she did not wish to repeat it. She felt used.

“You are far too concerned with this baby. I think perhaps that a formal waiting period between child bearing and getting to know one another better as spouses would be best.” He carefully rearranged his clothing and turned to look at his still naked fiancé. He picked up his wand and pointed it at her stomach. “This won’t hurt, but you may feel some cramping.”

Before she could protest a green light burst from his wand. At first she thought nothing had happened, but then she felt a liquid warmth gushing down her thighs. Looking down, she gasped in horror.

“What have you done?” she rasped as tears fell from her eyes. “What have you done?”

“The same thing you were set to do earlier this morning. Don’t worry, I know you would only bring a child into the world under the right circumstances and that is very responsible of you. Our last outing has proved most helpful in proving that you are in fact fertile. We’ll just have to be more careful, now won’t we, love?” He cleaned her up with his wand and pulled her into his chest as he dressed her like a child.

Narcissa could not control her shaking. She had just accustomed herself to the idea that she was going to keep the thing growing inside of her and he had ripped it away from her. She felt entirely numb.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” she dared to ask.

“I’ve spent sixteen years of my life studying you and waiting for you. Of course I planned this. I didn’t expect you to get pregnant, but it moved things along nicely. I am not content to spend the first nine months of our marriage engulfed in morning sickness and water retention only to be followed by the diversion of your attention to me by a screaming bundle of joy. We will have a son one day, but on my terms.”

Narcissa shivered. From her view point she had few options and she knew that shaming her family would not be one of them. “You’ll never let m, will you?”

Lucius laughed. “Darling, I’ve always had you. It was just a matter of holding onto you.”


A/N- Okay, I originally planned this story line as a Dramione, but I couldn’t come up with a situation that would make Hermione accept everything that happened to her. I decided to try it out on the elder Malfoys and found a fit. I’ll be updating other works soon. Avec amour, G.C.