Dangerous Games

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Dangerous Games

Chapter 4: A Night to Remember


Madam Rosmerta stared in shock at the chaos around her. She watched as the Death Eaters rushed to carry out Lucius’ instructions. The screaming of r vir victims penetrated her mind and her shock turned to anger.

That fucking bastard.

Rosmerta was not naïve. She knew about the Death Eaters and how evil they were. Lord Voldemort and his band of followers had tortured and killed wizards as well as muggles. She was not even under the misconception that Lucius Malfoy was a nice person. She, of all people, knew what he was like.

But torture, rape, murder.

Snap out of it, Rosmerta. They are going to kill you.

As if on cue, a Death Eater grabbed her and pulled her toward him. Rosmerta knew better than to try to fight him off. He had a wand, and many vicious friends.

They were greatly outnumbered by the dark wizards. The muggles had no idea what they were up against. However, she knew and for once she was prepared. She had her wand. She had used it to apparate to the muggle village.

The Death Eater pulled her away from the crowd. She noticed some of the other Death Eaters doing the same with their victims. This was all right with her. She had a better chance if she had him alone. She felt like she had a fairly good chance, too. They obviously thought she was a muggle. Her wand gave her an even bigger advantage. Of course, her greatest advantage was the Death Eaters themselves. They would never think that a muggle could overpower them.

Unless Lucius told them she was a witch. She had no idea if he would or not. She felt like she didn’t know him at all. Fucking Bastard.

Her captor took out his wand and held it up to Rosmerta. When they reached the edge of the field, they apparated.

The building they apparated in was old and run down. He took her into a small room, closed the door, and locked it. She noticed he did not use a silencing charm. He obviously didn’t care if her screams could be heard or not. They were probably alone anyway. He turned to face her and held his wand up to her throat.

“Your wand,” he commanded.

Obviously, Lucius had informed them that she was a witch. Still Rosmerta played dumb.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she stated innocently.

“It will be easier if you just give it to me. However, I have no qualms about searching you for it.”

Rosmerta took out her wand in defeat. Damn Lucius anyway!

He pocketed the wand and moved toward the door.

“I will be right back. Do not bother trying to escape. It is impossible.” With that warning, he left the room.

Rosmerta tried the door. Locked. It was worth a try. There were no other doors or windows in the room. There was a long table and several chairs but that was all.

If only she still had her wand. There was no use in wasting energy wishing things were different. She needed a plan of attack.

Maybe she could hit him over the head with one of the chairs when he came back. She could hide…

Just as that thought passed through her mind, the door opened and the Death Eater returned. After shutting and locking the door, he turned back to her. He moved quickly and in a matter of seconds, he had pushed her up against the wall. He held her arms firmly at her sides. He moved in closer.

“Miss me?” he whispered in her ear. He was very close to her and Rosmerta let herself go limp. He pressed his body against her. Suddenly, Rosmerta raised her leg and kneed him in the groin.

Or rather, she tried to.

He neatly moved out of her way.

“Surely, you did not think that little trick would work, did you, my dear?”

As he spoke, he removed his mask and familiar blue eyes stared at her.

Lucius.

“Now play nicely and I will release my hold on you.”

Rosmerta did not say a word. Instead, she just glared at the man she had known so intimately.

Lucius let go of her arms, his eyes never leaving her face.

Rosmerta was confused by the many emotions that flowed through her. Shock, sadness, humiliation, fear, and anger. They all mingled together like colours in a painting, until one stood out brighter than the rest.

Anger.

Bastard.

Without thinking, Rosmerta reached her hand up to slap Lucius across the face. He grabbed it before it could reach its intended goal.

“Now is that nice?” Lucius grabbed hold of her other hand and pinned them both up over her head. His face was close to hers and she could see the anger on his face.

“What do you know about being nice, Lucius? You ordered them to kill me. I wouldn’t consider that nice.” She spat these words at him while trying to free her hands.

“If I wanted you dead, Rosmerta, you would already be so.” He grabbed her chin with his free hand. He forced her to stare directly into his eyes.

“You have been very foolish and careless,” he hissed. “It is not safe going alone into a muggle village in the middle of the night. These are dangerous times, Rosmerta! What were you thinking?”

“Do not lecture me, you bastard.” She was really angry now. How dare him! “If it weren’t for you and your little friends, this would be a safer world.”

“You are naïve and foolish, Rosmerta. Things are never that simple. When this war ends, I will be on the side of the victor.” He paused to regain control. “But enough of this chatter. What am I to do with you?”

“Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?” she taunted him.

“That would be a simple solution…but one I would deeply regret.” He leaned in closer to her. His breath lightly touching her cheek. His voice was no longer angry but now held a hint of sadness. “Rosmerta,” he whispered. His right hand reached up to stroke her breast.

Despite the fact that he was a Death Eater, despite the fact he had ordered her death, despite the fact he held her prisoner, and despite that fact that he held her captive in his arms (or maybe because of it) Rosmerta felt herself getting aroused. There was no way for her to hide it from him either. Not when her nipples had hardened at his slightest touch.

Damn him!

She tried to think of the horrible things he had done but unfortunately, those thoughts were being overshadowed by the feel of his lips on her throat.

“Lucius,” she groaned as his hand slipped under her shirt. She had worn muggle clothing so she could blend in. “Wouldn’t it be better ou hou had both hands free?” she suggested.

“You are absolutely right, my dear.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. He quickly muttered a spell and her hands were magically bound over her head.

“That is better,” he smirked as both his hands now stroked her body.

“Lucius, please, release my hands. I would like to be able to touch you.”

“I do not think so, my dear. I know how you are. I cannot risk you trying to get away.”

“Besides,” he continued, “I believe it is my turn.” He was referring to their little game.

“You can’t be serious, Lucius.”

“Oh, but I am.”

He suddenly reached up and tore her shirt apart. He placed both hands on her breasts, teasing them through the silky material of her bra. He lowered his head and kissed the tender flesh between them. He spent several moments like this, breathing in the scent of her skin, kissing and licking her until she felt she could not stand it any longer.

She wanted to run her fingers through his hair. She wanted to touch him. Her arms were getting tired, but the feeling of being totally at his mercy was intoxicating. Maybe that was just the fear of not knowing what was going to happen to her.

Lucius trailed his hands down her hips. She had on jeans. He placed his fingers undee ede edge of her pants lightly caressing her stomach. He then moved them and reached down to stroke her between her legs. Even through the thick material, she could feel the heat of his hand. She leaned into his touch, wanting more. He moved his hand to the opening of her jeans. They were the button up type. Lucius worked his way down, undoing each button slowly. When they were all undone, he slipped his hands inside her jeans and her knickers. Through her haze of desire, she watched his face. Even if she wanted to try to escape, she couldn’t. She knew she could never escape from the feelings he evoked in her.

Impatiently, he pulled her jeans and knickers down. The cold air hit her skin and she gasped. He looked up into her face as his fingers reached their intended target, no longer impeded by clothing. He could see the way he made her feel and she knew he reveled in the power.

He took out his wand and with a swish, her clothes disappeared.

“Lucius,” she looked at him pleadingly. “My arms are tired.”

“Of course.” A small smile played around his mouth. He quickly picked her up and carried her over to the long table. He laid her down and pulled her to the edge. Her still bound hands rested above her head, on the wood.

“Is that better?” he smirked at her.

He then pulled her legs apart, stroking the inside of her thighs. She squirmed as he moved closer to his target. Finally, he touched her center, his thumb stroking her clit. She was already ready for him. He thrust a finger inside her, pumping it in and out. Rosmerta grabbed the end of the table tightly with her bound hands. She was so close.

Lucius stopped to pull down his pants. He repositioned her legs up against his chest and then roughly thrust into her. It wasn’t long before she was on the edge. As Lucius reached down to stroke her nub once again, she came. It seemed to send him over the edge as well.

The room was completely silent except for their labored breathing. Lucius pulled himself out of her slowly. The air was cold around her and Rosmerta suddenly felt alone.

Lucius pulled her up from the table and held her gently. He muttered a spell and her hands were free. She wrapped them around him and held him close. What was this spell he had her under? She did not seem to have a will of her own.

“I missed you.” She looked up into his pale eyes, surprised at his admission. “Join us, Rosmerta.”

“What? Are you crazy?” She could not believe he would even suggest it. “You want me to be a Death Eater?”

“Of course not,” he told her. “I just want you to help us.”

“I despise everything you stand for, Lucius. Why would I help you?”

“Rosmerta, you have to understand. I cannot show weakness in front of the Dark Lord. He would kill me. And then, he would kill you. I had to convince him that you were valuable to us. He agreed to let you live if you would gather information for us.”

“What information could I give Lucius? I do not know anything.”

“Do not play dumb with me, Rosmerta. You have many important wizards and witches coming into your establishment. They talk around you as if you were not there. You could be very helpful to our side.”

“They only talk around me because they know their information is safe.”

“Exactly”

“If they found out, I would be ruined. Probably sent to Azkaban. Is that what you want, Lucius?”

“It is better than death. The Dark Lord will kill you if you don’t agree. I will try to protect you Rosmerta, but I can’t if you don’t agree to this plan.”

Rosmerta looked down at the ground. “I suppose I have no choice.”

He moved closer to her and tipped her chin up with his long fingers. He looked solemnly into her eyes. “I never wished for this to happen. I never wanted you involved in all of this.” He softly kissed her lips. “I know you do not believe me, Rosmerta, but I do care for you.”

Lucius then pulled away from her as if mom moment had not existed. He magically dressed her and fixed her clothes. He then handed her wand back to her and flicked his own. Instantly, they were back in the Three Broomsticks. A second later, she was alone.

Rosmerta collapsed into a chair. She was exhausted. She was physically and emotionally drained.

Footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, and for a second Rosmerta thought Lucius had returned.

She looked up hopefully, only to find Minerva McGonagall instead, surveying her carefully.

“Well?” asked the older woman.

Rosmerta stood up and walked over to her. Her eyes were moist as she quietly answered.

“All went according to plan.”