Convenient

Lucius holds open the door of a girls' bathroom.

"After you, Miss Chang."

The weeping girl makes no further protest as he ushers her inside, and doesn't even notice as he quickly casts some wordless charms: one to lock the door, another to let no sound escape, a third to shield the room from all prying eyes, wizard or witch or ghost.

He smiles. Now she is his -- trapped, all unknowing, for him to play with at his leisure before he allows her that first glorious moment of fear, then moves to claim her.

"Do sit down, my dear."

She collapses onto a chair and Lucius kneels beside her, showing her that he's heedless of fine robes dragging on the dirty floor.

"Now let's take care of your pretty little face..." He strokes her hair.

She blushes.

He murmurs a charm to heal the scratch, then bathes her face in warm water, overruling her soft protests, not allowing her to lift a finger for herself. He conjures soft towels and a flask of cologne, and offers her his own handkerchief, laughing inwardly as she dabs at her eyes, twists the cloth in her hands, and gives him a shy sidelong glance.

How will he take her? From behind, perhaps: face pressed into a pillow, arms twisted behind her back... Should he bind her? No, he wants to feel her fight.

Within minutes, he's coaxed the first smile from her.

"Feeling better?"

She nods.

"Good girl." He starts stroking her hair again; she makes no protest. "But tell me, Miss Chang -- why aren't you at the feast with your friends?"

Tears threaten, but Lucius averts them by conjuring a goblet of wine and presenting it to her with a courtly flourish.

"Drink it," he says tenderly. "You'll need your strength."

He tucks a stray strand of hair into place, letting a finger trace the delicate shell of her ear.

The goblet looks huge in her small hands. She drinks. The glance she gives him over the goblet-rim is almost openly admiring, and the wine's rich fragrance on her innocent breath is like a promise.

He'll spread her out on her back, all open to his hands and mouth, his blade and cock. He wants her wet, but not willing -- fighting and fearing him, yet unable to deny that she had wanted him.

"An affair of the heart, is it? Has your young man used you ill?"

A shake of the head. The blush is burning now.

"Ahh... Then perhaps the one you love does not return your affections? Is that it?"

Her whimper of mortification is answer enough. He urges her to drink again, while his soothing strokes move from her hair to the side of her neck, down to the collarbone.

"Tell me," he whispers, moving closer, hungry for her -- and all at once her head is on his shoulder, her face pressed against his robes as she chokes out her pathetic tale; he hears fragments of "Cedric" and "I want" and "he said" and a final, broken, "I can't..."

"My dear Miss Chang," says Lucius, "the callow youth who fails to appreciate your charms is a fool, unworthy of your tears." He takes her hand and brings it to his lips, rejoicing at the catch in her breath. "Unworthy of you."

She turns her head, looking up at him, eyes shining for him.

"You are a most attractive young lady," he murmurs. "Most attractive indeed..." And he presses his lips to hers.

A brief, chaste kiss -- ended, deliberately, just as she must be starting to wish it would continue.

He pulls back. "I do beg your pardon, Miss Chang! You are not hurt?"

"Oh... no, sir -- no, Mr. Malfoy!"

"I forgot myself -- quite carried away by your loveliness -- I do assure you, no offense was meant..."

She swallows this nonsense as readily as she's swallowed the wine, with a giggle and an even deeper blush, and a look that says he is more than welcome to kiss her again.

He does.

This time her sweet mouth opens for him, and he takes all she offers to his illusion of every young witch's dream: the rich, handsome, powerful wizard who sweeps in to rescue her and kneels at her feet, talking of her beauty.

"Exquisite," he says, caressing her. "If you would permit... if it's not too great a presumption, my dear... may I continue?"

She nods, smiling eagerly.


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A/N: Thanks for reviewing, Muggleman and Samantha! Yay, glad you like it!!