Luna and Lucius

~~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~

Lucius pulled the girl up the stairs and down the hall, choosing a seldom used guest room he tore open the door and pushed her inside, closing the door behind him.

"I may not have a wand, but I can still kill you with my bare hands." He growled. "So do not try to run or fight me."

"I won't." She said, staring him straight in the face. The calm look in her eyes and the tone of her voice disarmed him. Why was she not cowering in fear?

"Undress and get on the bed." He ordered. With her eyes still on him the girl pulled her filthy dress over her head and calmly lowered her knickers. Turning around she crawled naked onto the bed and lay down, her arms resting at her sides.

Lucius slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head. He felt no stirrings of desire or excitement at the thought of taking this girl. Averting his eyes from her, he unfastened his trousers and lowered the zipper.

Crawling up the bed, he positioned himself on top of her. Reaching into his boxers, he pulled his still soft member out. Closing his eyes, he stroked himself rapidly, but nothing happened. His cock remained soft and uncooperative. Lucius groaned and tried to will an erection. Releasing himself, he pushed her legs roughly apart. Grabbing his cock again, he tried to rub it between her folds and force himself into her center. Nothing happened.

Panting, he rolled off her onto the bed and covered his face with his arm. He had never felt so weak or emasculated in all his life.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" She asked again when he didn't answer. Her voice was soft and lilting.

"Isn't obvious you daft girl?" He growled. "He has taken my wand, my home, my wife, my son and now he's taken my very manhood."

He was shocked to feel a light touch on his stomach and a soft weight straddling his waist. The audacious girl was sitting on top of him.

"Don't you find me attractive?"

"I wouldn't know. I haven't really looked at you."

A small hand gently grasped his wrist and pulled his arm away from his eyes. "Look at me." She whispered.

He opened his eyes, his grey ones fixing on her crystal blue ones. Her hair was as blonde as his own, her skin fair and soft. His eyes traveled down her body, taking in her small firm breasts and flat stomach. The legs on either side of him were lean and fit.

"What are you doing?" He asked his voice bewildered. "I'm meant to be raping you, taking your virtue."

"I know." She said staring him straight in the eye.

"So what are you doing?" He asked again.

"He said he would check after. What will happen to me if you don't…?" Her voice trailed off, she was unable to say the words.

"I suppose the Dark Lord will give you to Greyback." Lucius said his voice barely a whisper.

"And what will happen to you?"

He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Cruciatus. Perhaps if I'm lucky, death."

"You don't mean that. You don't want to die."

"How do you know?" He eyes flashed with anger at her presumptions. "You know nothing of me."

"Because you can't protect Draco if you're dead." She said simply.

Lucius' eyes widened at her words. How had this little chit of a girl seen so clearly into his soul? How did she realize that the only thing keeping him going was his fear and concern for his only son? He had lost everything he had, everything that was important to him when he had chosen to follow and give his allegiance to a madman. He realized this now. Too late to save himself. But hopefully not too late to save Draco.

"Get off me you daft girl." He groaned, trying to push her off him. "I can't do it."

She held tight to him, squeezing his waist with her thighs. "Please Mr. Malfoy." A tear formed in her eye and trailed down her cheek. "Please don't let Greyback hurt me."

"And how do you know I won't hurt you?" He asked. "I am a Death Eater you know."

She shook her head. "You may still carry the Dark Mark, but you not a Death Eater anymore. You won't hurt me."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because you took me even though you really didn't want to."

"I can't." He whispered, throwing his arm over his face, not wanting to look at her anymore.

"Please Mr. Malfoy. Greyback will bite me, kill me." Her voice now cracked with fear. He could feel her warm tears dripping onto his stomach. The girl was right. Greyback would brutalize her. He would fuck her until she ripped to pieces, biting and tearing at her flesh the entire time.

Lucius pulled his arm away from his face and stared up at her, tears were streaming down her face, her eyes pleaded with him.

"Shhhhh." He said, reaching up to wipe her tears away with his thumbs. "Don't cry. I won't let Greyback hurt you."

She sniffed and nodded her head. "How much time do we have?"

"We will not be disturbed."

"Where does that door lead to?" She asked looking over her shoulder.

"Bathroom."

"Come on." She said, climbing off of him and standing up. "You'll feel more yourself after a hot bath." She held her hand out to him.

"A bath?" He asked, staring up at her in disbelief.

"You're dirty and you stink. You'll feel better after you're clean." She grabbed his hand and tried to tug him off the bed.

"A bath." He mumbled, sitting up and allowing her to pull him to his feet. "Why not."