Glad It’s Friday

Warnings: Rape, Cruel Torture, M/M (Graphic

Pairings: Lucius Malfoy/Arthur Weasley - Lucius Malfoy/Original Character -(Don’t worry, he is realistic, and clearly not a Marty Sue. (He’s just a wimp OwO)

Main Character: Lucius Malfoy

Beta: I want to say great and humble thanks to my Beta! Lovelessangel ( known as in the Archive) LovelessAngel23 (known as in the forums) This would not have been half as good without her help! Thank you!



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Authors Note: I was not to keen on continue this story. Really not. Because no one said they liked it. And when being really scared already, (because publishing a story you wrote, takes a lot of guts!) and then thinking people hated it. Then the will to continue the story vanished. But my lovely Beta, said she liked it. And even one person saying, Hey I like it! Is enough reason to continue it! Because letting people read your stories, is a promise, a promise to the readers! So, for my lovely Beta Lovelessangel, and my deviant art buddy Ty - Here is chapter two!



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Chapter two



---------~~~~~~~~~~-------- [Note: One week later, Midday, Knocktune alley]





Pealing, the tiny golden bell by the door sang, when Lucius stepped through the door into Borgin and Burkes. He seemed and was irritated. He stopped in the middle of the small, damp shop and glanced around with his eyebrows creased together in a frown. He turned around and stared at the door, which had yet to close. Something was holding it up.



“Come on Draco. You can go ‘window surfing’ later!”



The door opened up slightly more and a short, blond haired boy, dressed in light expensive blue clothing, stepped in. He stopped by his father’s side and glanced curiously around the shop. The boy seemed to have spotted something on one of the shelves. Lucius noticed his curious look.



“Don’t touch anything unless you have to! Now gone on!” he pushed the boy in the small of his back to urge him on. Draco happily scurried away.



“Ahhh … Mr. Malfoy. So nice to see you in my shop again.”



Lucius turned his head around and spotted a shorter man, wearing a pair of tiny round metal glasses, standing by the counter. Lucius put on a forced smile and walked up to him. The man, known as Mr. Borgin, looked up at him over his glasses, with his eyebrows pressed together in a concerned frown.



“Everything good with you, Mr. Malfoy? You seem very tense. They ministry did not find anything during their previous raid, did they?” Borgin leaned closer to study his face. Mr. Lucius let his strained smile fall and looked seriously at him. Borgin spotted his response and slowly leaned back again.



Borgin then lowered his thin body onto the counter and rested his chin into his clasped fist. He studied Lucius face closely.



“If I may ask, why is there a scar on your lower lip? I do not believe someone as graceful as you, would achieve something like that from falling, Mr. Malfoy.”



Lucius gave him a loathing sneer. Trying to show how unconcerned he was with his foolish question. But the hand clenching around the snake head of his cane, betrayed him. Borgin looked up at him over his glasses with a plain expression, patiently and politely waiting for his respond.



“Oh, it is nothing to serious, really. Just got bothered by a vermin. Nothing at all to worry yourself with, Mr. Borgin.” Lucius responded through clenched teeth. Borgin kept glancing up at him.



“Father, look! They have a barging on fire wands!”



“Yes, yes! Very nice!” Lucius waved Draco off without lifting his gaze from Borgin’s calm face. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, to speak as Draco had left.



“I need to order some books, Mr. Borgin.” he bit his lip but managed to focus his nervous gaze on Mr. Borgin. The man showed no external evidence of reacting to these words. He just simply shifted from one foot to another without breaking the eye contact or moving from behind the counter.



“Books, Mr. Malfoy?”



“Y-yes, I- I have a list here. Don’t show it to my son!” Lucius swiftly removed a small parchment from his inner robes and put it in front of Borgin on the counter. The man simply glanced downwards, then up again.



Lucius leaned on his cane and stared at Borgin. The only thing being heard was the sound of a small clock on the wall behind him, and Draco moving around in the shop from time to time. Borgin then rose from the counter and shuffled up the piece of parchment, finally breaking the, as it felt for Lucius, accusing eye contact.



“Was there something else Mr. Lucius?” he suddenly stopped and once again leaned over the counter, with his chin resting on his knotted fists.



“Any kind of … equipment perhaps, mm?” he gave Lucius a sly smile. Lucius narrowed his eyes dangerously but chose to ignore the man’s mocking question.



“Father, can I have some of these, please?” Draco slipped by his father side and gave him his best puppy eyes. Lucius sighed but nodded in agreement. Draco smiled happily and put the items on the counter next to the parchment.



Borgin quickly hid the parchment under the counter before he had time to notice. Lucius gave him a appreciating smile.



“Anything else I can get for you, Mr. Malfoy?”



“No Mr. Borgin’s. That will be all; you know where to send the bill.” Lucius turned around and was heading toward the shop door to leave with Draco, when he heard from behind him.



“I’ll believe book number 3, page 11 seem to have some really good advice, Mr. Malfoy.”



Lucius stiffened in middle of his movement. He clenched his arms by his side and took a deep, calming breath, but did not turn around.



“Thank you, Mr. Borgin I’ll make sure to look it through.” He muttered coldly, before hurryingly pushing the slightly confused Draco before him out of the door.





---------~~~~~~~~~~-------- [Note: Slight time jump forwards, place jump]





Lucius and Draco arrived a few hours later to Malfoy Mansion. Lucius found his wife sitting in the rose garden, admiring the flowers shifting in different colures and listening to the birds singing softly in the trees. She had her long blonde hair in a low ponytail and was wearing a thin white evening gown. If Lucius had not known better, he would have sworn an angel had flown from the skies, to enjoy the tranquility of his garden.



She did not look up as Lucius approached, and sat down next to her on the sun warmed stone bench. She sighed tiredly and turned her gaze down unto her lap.



“Lucius …”



Lucius looked up at her, noticing her sad eyes and slightly fidgeting fingers. He inched a bit closer and tried to bend down to look her in the eyes.



“Yes, Narcissa?”



She bit her lip, then meet his cold blue eyes with her deep soulful blue ones. Her expression was sad, but also serious.



“Do you think I am beautiful?” She quickly dropped her gaze to her lap again. It was a whisper, almost begging, a question she was afraid of being answered. But still could not go on without trying to ask. Lucius looked unblinkingly on her face.



“Of course I do, my dear Narcissa!”



He lifted his hand and placed it tenderly on her fidgeting hands, calming them. Narcissa lifted her gaze slowly and stared into his worried face. He took his other hand and placed it gently upon her rosy cheek, softly caressing the soft, pale skin in gentle movements.



“I love you Narcissa.”



Her eyes filled with tears of joy and her mouth drew into a shy smile. She let out a cute, tiny hiccup sound, and then crashed her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into the small of his throat.



“Lucius, whatever choices you might make in life, I’ll be with you. I want to be a part of it; you don’t have to hide anything for me. I love you, Lucius!”



Lucius engulfed her in a warm embrace and buried his face into her silky hair. He slowly drew his hand over her head in a soothing caress, a strong feeling of guilt flowing through his stomach. ‘How can I have hurt this lovely being?’ he frowned at his though, the guilt overwhelming.



Narcissa must have felt his tensing, because she drew back. But she did not look hurt or upset, almost like she knew the reaction was not because of her. She leaned in and gently pressed her lips unto his cheek.



“When you are ready to tell me, you will. I’ll be waiting!” She quickly got up from the bench and walked away from the garden, leaving behind a slightly confused Lucius.





---------~~~~~~~~~~-------- [Note: Slight Time Jump Forward]





Lucius sat in the outskirt of Malfoy Mansion‘s rose garden. Many different thoughts raced through his over overactive mind. But none of them clear enough to be separated through the masses.



He leaned his elbows into his lap and steadied his chin into his hands, staring emptily out in the open. Absently, he watched his son walk pass, waving one of his newly bought fire wands around, shooting a light performance of fire through the air. They were not illegal objects to own, only to sell.



By pointing the wand at an object, and performing an easy ritual of movement, the object becomes chanted. Then by using the keyword, Ignis, the object ignites and start to throw sparkles out of the tip. Many children have become seriously hurt by those; therefore they are not allowed to be sold. Draco moved out of his eye range, laughing and waving the wand around. Lucius let out a loud sigh.



“Mr. Lucius, sir?”



Lucius dashed his cold blue eyes sideways and meet the house elf’s big black ones.



“Dobby …”



“Master, I-I have been order to p-pass this message to you.” Dobby took up a parchment and handed it over to Lucius. He then disappeared with a loud plop.



Lucius took up the parchment and began reading.





‘Dear Mr. Malfoy.



It is my job to inform you, that by a request from Arthur Weasley. Malfoy Mansion will once again be search under suspicion of illegal or possible dangerous items. The day and time will be informed to you later, but I will inform you that you should hold your next week free.



Kind regards

Department of Magical Law Enforcement, E. Silver.’





Lucius stared for a long time at the parchment, before the message eventually sunk in into his already overflowing brain. He clenched his hand around the parchment and bit his lip hard enough to make bruises. He then rose rapidly from the bench, pressing his arms roughly against his sides.



“Dobby!” he yelled angrily.



The house elf quickly appeared by his side with a loud pop. He pulled his big grey bat ears over his eyes and seemed to tremble.



“Y-yes, m-master!”



“Get my travelling robes! I’m going into town!”



The house elf quickly vanished with a loud plot, leaving a highly enraged Lucius Malfoy behind.





---------~~~~~~~~~~-------- [Note: Slight Time jump Forward, Place Jump]





It was late Friday evening at the Ministry of Magic. Few people were around and everyone walked peacefully around in a dreamy manner. Most people just wandered around with their coffee cups, not doing anything in particular, waiting for the workday to end and the weekend to start. That peaceful atmosphere was soon to be ruined.



Lucius busted through the Ministry doors startling the information desk lady. He stopped by the information desk and glared at the overtaken receptionist.



“Arthur Weasley, is he here!?” he stated abruptly.



The receptionist was half way down on the floor, with her sloppy ponytail in even worse disorder then usually. She gave a slight nod of agreement. Lucius dashed towards the elevator.



Moments later he was on his way through the narrow hallway towards the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division. He gracefully turned and slid pass the people he encountered, his thick layers of black robes following his movement, making him resemble an avenging demon.



Lucius soon stood outside Arthur Weasley’s office. His heartbeat increased in speed when memories from the last time came rushing through his mind. This seemed to only make him more unsettled and ill-tempered.



Lucius leaned his back against the stone wall, and looked through the gap between the old wooden door. He could see Arthur shuffling amongst papers, facing away from him. Lucius quietly and carefully slide pass the door. He shut the door, locked it and whispered a quick silencing charm on it. He then slowly approach Arthur from behind.



Lucius grabbed him forcefully from behind and pushed him harshly unto the desk. Arthur huffed and landed on his belly over the desk, shuffling down papers and a coffee cup, causing dark brown liquid to spill out on the stone floor before shattering. Lucius held his hand on the small of Arthur’s back, holding him down with a light amount of pressure.



Arthur turned his face around and his eyes widen in a confused shock when spotting who was holding him.



“L-Lucius? W-what are you-?”



Lucius pointed his wand at Arthur and harshly whispered something, ropes extended from the wand. They flew down and under the desk legs then up to tie Arthur’s hands to the desk, preventing him from moving around or getting up. Lucius walked closer to Arthur and bent over his back towards his head, all the while being sure to gently stroke the small of his back. He stopped with his mouth close to the upper shell of Arthur’s left ear, breathing hot air, tickling the shell, causing Arthur to shiver.



“Do you like this, Arthur?”



“N-no, I‘m n-not-”



“Do you like messing with my family? Ruining our peace?”



“I-I’ll …”



“I bet you do … I bet you really love that! But you know what … ?” He leaned down and let his tongue slide over the upper shell of Arthur’s ear.



“… I’m going to make you pay …”



He slid his hand down Arthur’s back, over his buttocks, until reaching his groin. He gently pressed two fingers against Arthur’s balls, drawing a loud gasp from the man. He quickly pressed the ministry parchment; Dobby had given him, roughly in between his teeth.



“Trust me, you’ll need that!”



Lucius slowly circled Arthur’s balls with two fingers, drawing more gasps. He withdrew his fingers and rose away from Arthur’s body, Arthur let out a muffled, protesting moan. Lucius leered down at him in amusement.



Lucius pried one thigh in between Arthur’s legs, forcing them open, holding it there. He then slowly lifted Arthur’s outer robes and put down the hem on his back, showing his grey working pants.



Lucius sprayed two hands around his buttocks, kneading them thoughtfully. Arthur groaned, but tried to wiggle loose in protest. Lucius pressed his thigh hard against Arthur’s hardening member, drawing a long moan from the man. Lucius grinned cruelly, before removing his hand and putting them on the top of Arthur’s pants, slowly and gently, pulling them down. Exposing Arthur’s nude backside, Lucius grinned down at Arthur’s freckled ass and wildly grown bush of red pubic hair.



“This is where the fun ends …”



He leaned in over Arthur, letting the man feel his erection as it rubbed against his exposed ass, before pulling away slightly, in order to shove his wand slowly into the unprepared man. The man let out a terrified, pain filled shriek, tensing towards the unbearable pain, Arthur let out a muffled sob.



“Ohh … Forgive me, I meant the fun ends for you …”



Arthur’s pain filled screams and sobs echoed through the room, as Lucius’s long thick wand entered him completely. Lucius watched with delight as the man wiggled and squirmed under him, in a desperate attempt to get loose. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to his ear, letting out a deep sigh.



“Ohh … You look so sexy when you do that.”



He pressed his wet tongue inside Arthur’s ear, teasing the inner walls. Then in a harsh movement, pressed the last length of the wand inside of him. Arthur rocked back and forth on the desk, screaming, sobbing and crying desperately. He struggled so hard that the ropes dug deep into his wrists, the blood coloring the ropes a dark crimson. Lucius withdrew his tongue from Arthur’s ear and sucked on his lower lip, watching with delight at his squirming victim, thrashing in a desperate attempt to get away from the pain.



When Arthur finally stopped screaming and only soft sobs were emerging from his raw throat, Lucius grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled it backwards, almost making Arthur gag. He then leaned in, and started to gently kiss his tears away. When Arthur’s sobs started to get fewer, and he started to relax, Lucius stopped in the middle of a kiss, and studied him hungrily.



“Ignis …” he whispered without removing his lips from his cheek.



The screams heard now were heart-rending. So loud, desperate and pain filled, that it could shattered the sky to pieces. Arthur slammed his face into the desk, uncaring of what injuries he would cause, and rocked his body up and down, desperate to get loose. Lucius wiggled the intruding object up and down, feeling Arthur inner muscles clenched around it. Arthur’s member had gone soft a long time ago, for Lucius it did not matter.



He kept kissing Arthur’s tears away, as they now flooded in a steady stream. Arthur forced his eyes open, which he had a hard time to keep open because of the tears flowing, and stared begging into Lucius’s eyes. Lucius just whispered the same spell once again, and Arthur once again slammed hard into the desk.



His screams were louder than ever now, a loud bang emerged from the door and the smell of burned wood rapidly covered the room. But Lucius did not pay it any mind. He just continued to wiggle the object inside of Arthur, while tenderly kissing his tears away.



In all of a sudden, Arthur body made a last struggle for relief, and then slammed uncontrollably unto the desk. Lucius stopped wiggling the object and stared at Arthur unconscious body. An evil sadistic grin covered his lips, he bent down and kissed away the rest of his tears, then slowly and carefully pulled the wand out of his abused ass. The surface of the wand was covered in burned blood and smelled strongly of burnt flesh.



He untied Arthur, healed and cleaned him up, and sat him down in the corner of the room. Lucius stopped by the door before exiting and smirked at the burnt surface. ‘Arthur screamed so loud, that be broke the silencing charm.’ he chuckled to himself. Then quickly exited the office and made his way to the elevator. The hallway was dark, most people had gone home by now. He quickly dashed into the empty elevator and leaned against the bars, a devilishly delighted smile, easily wrapping across his face.



Lucius had gotten his revenge, he had a feeling Arthur would not bother his family in a while. He chuckled out loud. A tiny whimper from the other side of the elevator caught his attention. He suddenly remembered something. ‘Kind regards,

Department of Magical Law Enforcement, E. Silver.’ He blinked a few times. ’E. Silver, Elias Silver …’



Lucius turned his head around to meet the petrified pureblood, Elias Silver’s terrified gaze. He stood there, looking small in the corner, with his chart board over the half of his face. Standing in the elevator, alone, with Lucius.





End of Chapter two



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Authors Note: Well, here you go. First try on writing a sex(-rape) scene. Vote and review, please! ^^ - Love Calamus




Review answer:




Ty_The_Tiger: Thanks Ty! Nice to hear from ya! ‘Surprised?’ What? You though I would suck? Naah, just kidding. Thanks! ;)


Lovelessangel: Thanks hun, ‘how my mind works?’ I always though I was a little twisted. But maybe that works here :D