Dangerous Games

Disclaimer: Still not mine although I still wouldn’t mind borrowing Lucius for awhile.

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I want to apologize in advance. This was a PWP and when I wasn’t looking a plot snuck in. Hope you enjoy it, anyway!


Dangerous Games

Chapter 3: What game is this?


Madam Rosmerta walked nonchalantly down the worn street. The village was quiet. It almost appeared deserted. This muggle village reminded her of the village she had grown up in. That was before her father bought the Three Broomsticks and they had moved to Hogsmeade. Since her mom was a muggle, Rosmerta was raised using muggle ways even though much of her life was spent in the wizarding world.

Rosmerta spotted a park bench and sat down. Her thoughts were grave but it was not her childhood or her parents that consumed her mind.

It was Luciusfoy.foy. She wasn’t sure why she had allowed him back into her life. Without him, her life had been peaceful. But incomplete, she reminded herself. She wondered, like many times before, what her life would be like if that day had never happened.

She remembered that day clearly even though it had been many years ago. That was the first time she had really came face to face with Lucius Malfoy. Of course, she had already known who he was since they both went to Hogwarts. He had been a year older and she had thought of him as arrogant and elitist. She had no use for him, until that fateful day.

It was the summer after Lucius Malfoy had graduated…


“Rosmerta, I need you to clean and stock the storeroom. And remember…no magic.”

“Yes, Papa.” Rosmerta hurried to do her father’s bidding. She had just turned seventeen and the summer was almost over. She was eager to return to Hogwarts and start her last year.

Rosmerta entered the storeroom, her thoughts on the year ahead and her future beyond that. She was planning to go to University when she finished school. Her thoughts were occupied and she did not see the two boys follow her in.

Suddenly, Rosmerta felt herself being shoved forward and then turned around. Someone grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. The other boy put his hand over her mouth as he pushed her back.

Rosmerta remained calm as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.

“Mickey, looks like we have our very own little whore. What shall we do with her?” asked the boy who held her mouth.

“I’ve got some ideas, Timmy,” answered the boy behind her.

Rosmerta quickly recognized the boys. They had just graduated from Hogwarts. They were both Slytherins and much bigger than her.

She knew better than to show any fear. She would be patient. She would wait for a chance when their guard was down. Rosmerta knew her father wouldn’t be looking for her any time soon since it usually took her a while to clean the storeroom. She was on her own.

Timmy leered at her as he ran his fingers down the side of her face and over her neck. He then slipped his hand down the front of her bodice and grabbed her left breast. He squeezed roughly as he kneaded her breast with his hand. He licked his lips and pinched her nipple hard.

Patience, Rosmerta. Soon.

“I want a feel, too,” complained Mickey.

“Go ahead, then. She is ours for the taking.” He stared at her breasts as his hand moved over to the right one.

Mickey held both of her hands easily with one of his. Then with his right hand he reached under her skirt to grab her bum. He squeezed and pinched, enjoying the feel of her firm flesh in his meaty hand. He then reached around and slipped his hand down inside the front of her knickers. His fat fingers roughly rubbed her sensitive skin.

Rosmerta shifted, spreading her legs further apart. Mickey took this as a sign she wanted him to continue his exploring and he eagerly poked a fat finger into her. Rosmerta was actually getting herself into a better position on which to act.

Now was the time.

She stomped down hard on Mickey’s foot cng hng him to loosen his hold on her hands. She then elbowed him in the face and quickly kneed Timmy in the groin. Both boys went down.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” drawled a voice from the doorway. She looked over at Lucius Malfoy in contempt.

“What do you want, Malfoy? Did you want to try your luck?”

“I usually prefer my women willing.” He crossed his arms nonchalantly. “Of course there are exceptions.” He then smirked at her. “But I always leave them begging for more.”

“Really,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “Well, if you were coming to my aide, you were too late.”

“My dear, you will find I am not much of the hero type.” He smiled at her as he motioned toward the injured boys writhing in pain on the floor. “Besides which, you didn’t seem to need any help.”

His cool blue eyes turned once again to her. “I must say, however, I did enjoy the show.” Her eyes narrowed menacingly as he smoothly added, “someone needed to take these two down a peg.”

She visibly relaxed. Lucius walked lazily into the room. He gently grabbed her arm and pulled her beside him. He then took out his wand and cast a body binding spell on the boys.

“Now let’s get you fixed up.” He led her out of the supply room and into another secluded room. He quickly warded the door and added a silencing charm.

Not again, she thought as he pulled her toward him. This room was already lit and she could see his handsome face clearly. His pale blonde hair gleamed in the light and she fought the urge to touch it.

“We have to repair this damage.” He indicated her blouse. She hadn’t even realized until then that it had gotten torn.

“Oh,” Rosmerta said quietly. “My father will be furious.” At Malfoy’s raised eyebrow, she added, “not at me. At the boys, of course. It’s just…he is not well. He needs to avoid any excitement.”

Lucius Malfoy nodded in understanding. “I am sure we can fix this, then.” He smirked at her. “Don’t you ever carry your wand?”

“Not really,” she admitted watching his face. She hadn’t realized how handsome he was or how his voice could sound like a caress. His eyes were mesmerizing as they gazed at her.

“First, we need to heal your bruises and then fix your clothes.”

Rosmerta nodded in agreement. Lucius reached up and gently traced her mouth with his finger. “Your mouth is bruised.” He spoke softly and seductively. He then whispered a healing spell.

“That’s better,” he murmured. “Now where else did they hurt you?”

Rosmerta could not speak. Her mouth was dry. She reached up and took his hand slowly bringing it down to her breast.

“I see,” he said stroking her breast gently through her clothes. As his thumb ran over her nipple, she gasped, surprised at the desire that coursed through her.

What was wrong with her? Minutes ago another boy had touched her there and she had punished him for it. Now she was letting, no encouraging, Lucius Malfoy (of all people!) to touch her.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Yes”

“Show me.’ She had to obey him. She wanted to obey him. She reached up and pulled her torn blouse open to reveal her full breasts. He looked at them for a moment and she found his gaze as exciting as his touch. Her nipples hardened under his stare and Rosmerta held her breath as his hand moved to trace the red marks already appearing on her skin. His long fingers soothed her bruised flesh as he bent his head intent on the task before him. He captured the tight bud in his fingers.

Rosmerta moaned. She could not help it. She had never felt anything like this before. She had previously had sex. Once. It was not an act worth repeating. At least that was what she had thought. Obviously, she had been wrong.

She watched in amazement as he kissed her soft flesh, murmuring healing spells along the way. As he did, the pain left; to be replaced by a more immediate and demanding ache. Finally, he took the sore nipple in his mouth and sucked on it gently. Rosmerta did not know how much more she could take. The sight of his silvery head bent and his mouth on her breast was arousing by itself, but when added with the intense sensations his mouth arose, she found she was weak with desire.

“Lucius,” she gasped as she slid her hands into his blonde hair. She pulled him closer. He pulled away slightly to move to the other breast. The abandoned nipple glistened in the light as the cool air blew over the wet skin causing it to tingle. Rosmerta noticed all of her senses seemed to be enhanced.

Lucius finished quickly, a sense of urgency beginning to take over.

“Where else did they hurt you?”

“Here.” She lifted the back of her skirt up to her waist. Following her cue, Lucius took hold of the material moving it out of his way. He pulled down her knickers and gently leaned her over the table in the room. As he touched the tender flesh on her bottom, she gasped in pain.

“Bastards,” he mumbled as he traced the ugly marks on her delicate skin.

As he whispered the healing spell, Rosmerta felt the pain ease away. His hand continued to caress her bottom leaving no part of her skin untouched.

“Did he hurt you here?” His finger lightly traced the edge of the opening between her legs.

“Yes” she whispered, desperately wanting him to touch her there.

Instead, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I will never hurt you, Rosmerta.”

Suddenly his fingers werek ank and he was stroking her gently. He whispered the healing spell absorbing any remaining pain that she had. Then he increased the pressure, his movements becoming frenzied. She noticed his breathing was more labored as he moved his hand and pushed his body against hers. She could feel how much he wanted her. Lucius grabbed her long, brown hair and pulled her head back gently but firmly.

“Rosmerta, what do you want? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Lucius. I want to feel you deep inside me.”

“Then beg me for it. I want to hear how much you want me.”

“Please, Lucius. Oh, please. I need you inside me.”

“As you wish.”

Rosmerta felt cool air once again as he moved to rid himself of his unnecessary clothing. Then he was back, his skin touching hers.

His hand began once again to stroke her before he guided himself into her.

She gasped as he filled her. He slowly moved in and out. Their movements were erratic at first as Rosmerta tried to push into him. He placed his hands on her hips helping ho mao match his rhythm. She clung to the table for support as the pressure built. It did not take long for them both to climax and Lucius held her from behind as the sensations flooded through her.

Rosmerta leaned her head back, resting on Lucius’ shoulder. He smoothed her damp hair back away from her face and kissed her softly on the cheek. Finally, they pulled apart.

Lucius cleaned them both up with a flick of his wand. He then quickly repaired her clothes.

Rosmerta looked down at the floor. There was absolutely no reason for her to be embarrassed but she was. She didn’t even really know Lucius Malfoy and yet she had just enjoyed the most intimate of experiences with him.

“Rosmerta, look at me.” She slowly raised her head to look into his pale blue eyes. He leaned in and gently kissed her.

“Now go back to your father before you are missed.”

Rosmerta shook her head sadly. “I cannot. I still have to clean and stock the storeroom.”

Lucius unwarded the door and led her back to the storeroom. “It will not take long if you use magic.”

“I cannot.”

“You are of age, Rosmerta.”

“My father does not allow it. He will know it if I do.”

“Then I will do it.” Without any further discussion, Lucius swished his wand and the storeroom was cleaned and stocked.

“Now there is only this mess to clean up.” Lucius indicated the two boys on the floor.

He smiled smugly at her. “Goodnight, my sweet Rosmerta.” With one last flick of his wand, he was gone, along with both of the stunned boys.

The memory of that day haunted her. Lucius had been so gentle, uncharacteristically so. She felt there was a side to Lucius Malfoy that no one but her had ever seen.


A chilling breeze blew over her, bringing Rosmerta back to the present. It was suddenly very cold. As she looked around, she realized she was surrounded by black figures. At first, she thought they were dementors but then she noticed they wore white masks.

Death Eaters.

She was surrounded by Death Eaters. She felt a moment of panic and then she heard the spell as blackness overcame her.

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Rosmerta felt a sharp pain in her side. She had trouble thinking as her mind refused to clear. She opened her eyes. A Death Eater kicked her again, this time in the leg. They were in a field. The circle of Death Eaters had grown larger and she realized she was not their only victim. There were about ten to fifteen others in the circle with her. Some were standing. Others were on the ground. Still others were unconscious. Several Death Eaters were kicking at them, yelling at them to get up. When they were all standing, a tall Death Eater approached them. He was obviously one of the ones in charge.

He addressed the other Death Eaters. “My brothers, you have all done well. The Dark Lord is very pleased.” He paused as he walked around.

Rosmerta noticed all their voices were distorted. She had heard there were many prominent wizards who were Death Eaters. She felt a small amount of hope. If they were still hiding their identity then maybe they were planning on letting them go.

The leader of the Death Eaters continued, “He wishes to reward his faithful followers. These muggles,” he spat out the word, “are for your pleasure. Enjoy them, however you wish.” He then motioned to one of the other Death Eaters to come forward. He whispered something to him. The other man, Rosmerta assumed it was a man although she could not be sure, nodded his understanding and moved back into the circle.

Another Death Eater moverwarrward. “Sir, what do you want us to do with them when we are done?”

The man in charge removed his mask, his pale hair shining in the moonlight.

Lucius Malfoy surveyed the crowd, his blue eyes finally coming to rest on Rosmerta’s shocked face.

His handsome jaw was set as he stared at her coldly.

“Kill them,” he said without emotion. “Kill them all.”