Dirty deeds

22 January (Wednesday)

Had another lie in this morning. Could get used to the lazy life.

Took a long time to decide what drink to have at shop, chai latte, caffe latte, caffe macchiatto, espresso – so many choices, so little time. Unfortunately took so long to decide that was late for work again. Naughty me.

Tosser decided to go on the offensive and called me into his office for a reprimand. Said would go on permanent record and could prevent chances of future promotion at the Ministry. Smiled at him all the way through like fox eating shit off a wire brush. If he didn’t pick up the message that I knew something that he didn’t know and run off to Boss to whine, my name isn’t Hermione.

Pottered off for lunch with Ginny – three hours minimum. She spilled the beans on what happened with Lucius at the party. She is an evil wench. Apparently he showed her the same book that he showed me and tried the same moves as well. Not one to be taken for granted she spent the time turning over the pages in the book giving a critique of the positions. Had a very amused Lucius peering over her shoulder, adding his two pennorth. He then decided to get out his more advanced collection showing young lades in various states of undress apart from ropes, chains and other restraints.

Nothing in them that was suggestive of the young ladies not fully enjoying themselves but bearing in mind Lucius’s reputation Ginny was feeling a little wary. So then Lucius starts waxing lyrical on the joys of bondage and submission, and at that point Ginny stops feeling wary and is seriously contemplating making a run for eforefore he offered her a trip to the dungeons.

So she stop Lucius in middle of speech about the delight to be found in the absolute surrender to a master by saying, you first.

Apntlyntly his eyes lit up. Seems that dear old Lucius has wanted someone to tie him up and dominate him for simply AGES. Not actually his thing, but he’s always wanted to try it. Most women come to him because they think he is all masterful and dominant. Which he is, of course, but apparently he has this wistful, dare I it, it, romantic hope that one day he would meet the woman of his dreams who would promptly chain him to the bed anke hke him call her mistress.

Couldn’t stop giggling. Ginny tried to pretend that she was too much the woman of the world to think it was funny. That lasted all of five minutes. Must remember not to laugh when drinking red wine as it goes everywhere and stains dreadfully.

We spent the next ten minutes speculating whether he and Narcissa ever used to play those sorts of games. Probably why he misses her. Bit hard to think of Lucius as figure of terror when realise that he likes to be tied up. Mind you, they think that Sade had his masochistic side. Still wouldn’t trust him mind you. Old habits die hard. Don’t think it means he’s stopped being a power-crazed Slytherin.

Power-crazed Slytherin probably a tautology.

Apparently she is going round to Malfoy Manor for dinner next week to ‘discuss’ the matter in more detail.

Put me in the odd position of reassuring Ginny that just because Lucius fancies being submissive once in a while that doesn’t mean he is less of a man. After all have done the same to Severus and he still gives fabulous detentions. Just that Slytherins want to try everything at least once, or twice, or three times, if you are very lucky.

Surprised that Ginny never been Miss Whiplash in long and varied career as sex kitten. Pointed out the sheer erotic charge from having a man like Lucius completely under your control. She looked interested. Think about teasing him, keeping him on the edge for hours, toying with him. She looked very interested. Could get to wear very kinky boots. That sold it for her. She has fabulous pair of thigh high black boots that she can never find a thing to wear with. Now she knows that what she will be wearing with it is a wide grin.

Didn’t think that chocolate spread suitable for Lucius though, but perhaps the very expensive cognac he keeps hidden from all but the best guests. I know I’ve never been offered it. When I came to dinner he tried to pass off an inferior vintage as coming from the Malfoy estates. Discreetly charmed it into a decent vintage and let the insult pass. Have to give him credit when he noticed what I had done he brought out a very nice 1963 port that would cost me about a year’s wages.

He’s a bastard but he’s a stylish bastard.

Back to work, to find Tosser nearly in tears. Big explosion had taken out lab wall. Fortunately no one hurt. Unfortunately that included Tosser.

He threw a real wobbler. Made Severus’s ranting in double potions at Harry look TAME. He had flecks of spittle at the corner of his mouth, which kept spraying out every time he used a fricative.

Not attractive.

He tried to blame me for the accident but, as I pointed out to him in a very calm tone of voice, could hardly blame me when I wasn’t there.

Hadn’t thought it possible to make him any madder than he already was but my admittedly provocative remark managed it. He slumped on his chair and just opened and shut his mouth apparently lost for words.

Sheep gathered round to congratulate me on coolness under fire. Pointed out that had faced Voldemort who most people considered to be a trifle more scary than a short-arsed Tosser with the administrative abilities of a lump of shit, and the charm of a hyena. Had seen off bigger and better than him.

Trundled off home with warm glow of satisfaction.

Still no note from Severus. Shall have to send him another owl if still haven’t heard anything tomorrow to see if he is free this weekend to meet the parents. I don’t want to go ahead and make arrangements if he isn’t available, and it looks like he is very busy.