What are big brothers for

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Warning: kinda incest, I guess
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What are big brothers for


Chapter six

\"Be careful what you wish for.\"
Oscar Wilde


*****

To Ginny it seemed like a bad deja-vu; the same ugly, red-brick department store called Purge & Dowse Ltd. The same chipped dummies that were standing in the window almost a year ago. And then crowded reception area full of wizards and witches, the noise and sounds of people talking all at once, to Ginny it resembled more and more to the nightmare she couldn\'t wake from.

There was also the same plump blonde witch at the desk that was here a year ago only this time they didn\'t need her help - Lupus was waiting for them by the double doors.

\"Morning Arthur, Molly, Ginny!\"

He led them down the corridor and up the stairs before he stopped.

\"Here! Bill\'s in the same room Arthur was last year. I\'ll wait outside.\" Lupus told them.

\"Thank you,\" said Mr Weasley and the three of them entered the ward together. Bill was alone in the room, sitting in his bed, wearing baby blue pyjamas with white spots, still looking a little pale but he smiled at them and waved.

\"Oh Bill,\" cried Mrs Weasley bending down and kissing him all over his face. \"How are you? You still look so pale!\"

\"I\'m gonna be OK mum,\" Bill said to her and gently pushed her away. \"They say that the cut\'s going to heal nicely. They, I mean the Healers say I can go home in a couple of days time.\"

\"Glad to hear that,\" nodded Mr Weasley, waved his wand and made three chairs appear at Bill\'s bedside.

\"Well, at least there was no poison in my cut,\" Bill grinned and looked at his father, both of them remembering last year\'s accident when the serpent bit Mr Weasley.

\"Are you going to have a scar?\" suddenly asked Mrs Weasley in worried voice.

\"Nope mum, I\'m afraid no. Unfortunately I\'m not going to be next Harry. Sorry mum to let you down,\" Bill blinked at her. He felt all right being away from the Malfoy\'s Manor. They were worried about his lose of certain parts of his memory but Bill was glad that he couldn\'t recall more of his conversation with Lucius. He had already remembered more than he could cope with right now.
\"Anyway not many people could admire it because I\'m not used to stroll around without my shirt.\"

\"Oh you silly,\" Mrs Weasley ruffled Bill\'s hair. \"You know dear, you seriously need a hair cut. Why don\'t you let me take care of this, Bill? It would be much easier to keep your hair t!\"t!\"

Bill smiled sweetly and shook his head.

\"No way mum. Cunning, but you can\'t trick me into that. And shame on you for trying to manipulate with a sick man. Let\'s talk about something else - hey Ginny ...\" Bill\'s voice changed as he saw her standing by his bed, tears silently running down her cheek.

\"Ginny, what\'s wrong?\" instead of giving him an answer she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, still sobbing.

\"They have just told me that you were hurt, Bill. I was so scared...\" She smuggled her head between his neck and shoulder. Bill felt her hot tears on his skin and shivered. He caressed her hair gently and said in casual voice (while he was melting inside).

\"Don\'t worry, Ginny. See that I\'m all right? Sliced a bit but OK.\"

When Ginny gave a little sniffed sound that could be yes Bill tenderly pulled her head up and asked her.

\"Ginny, do you think you could let me breathe a little?\"

She let him go and punched his shoulder. \"You moron! And I worried about you!\" Ginny smiled at him and wiped off the tears brimming in her eyes.

\"Oh you two!\" sighed Mrs Weasley and looked at her oldest and youngest kid with absolute love and adoration.

*****

Bill stayed at St. Mungo\'s for few days that were the longest days in his entire life. He spent nights staring at the dark ceiling recalling the bits of things Malfoy had said to him while he was in fever. Bill couldn\'t remember everything but he did remember tantalizing words whispered in his ears. But he shall conquer his weakness, he shall. Bill sighed and tossed in his bed. Fleur visited him twice and they chatted like two old friends but on her third visit she seemed a little distanced from him. Then she finally told him directly.

\"You know Bill wheen wee meet, you zer a spell-breaker bud now you zer an Auror - it iz a dangerouz job and I wsafesafety not rizk. I can\'t be with you anymore, Bill. Je suis desoleé. You are such a nize guy... Au revoir!\" She left the room crying a little.

\"I understand Fleur. Good luck!\" Bill wasn\'t sure if she had had heard him. Like it mattered! He was sitting in his bed looking through the small window when the sun went down and the twilight claimed the room for its own.

During the sleepless nights Bill was talking to the shadows wondering what he should, would or could do. Should he tell everything to Dumbledore, he meant the whole affair with Malfoy? Yes, he should. But he couldn\'t. Too many questions would arise that couldn\'t be answered.

Bill felt crazy, but he was just little unwell he comforted himself, but it made him think there must had been something seriously wrong with him. Was it the fever? Or Malfoy? All the hours thinking about Malfoy\'s words and Bill\'s own soul was suddenly fighting on both sides.

//You live only once lad// his inner voice started to drawl in Lucius\' manner.
//Yes, but live the noble life, be decent!// Dumbledore\'s calm voice reminded him.
//We don\'t know when Voldemort attacks, be with her!//
//Can\'t, even if I was to do it she would never do it, not Ginny.//
//Really?// snorted the first inner voice and continued.
//The Mask Ball. The true human nature comes undone when the face is hidden in the dark.//
//Bill be strong! Remember your family. Be noble.// the second inner voice begged him.

Somehow Bill felt he was losing his mind, all night hearing voices telling him what he should do because tomorrow is coming. There was feeling like he was headed for a breakdown. But he wasn\'t crazy, he was just a little impaired. He had been talking in his sleep, pretty soon they\'ll come to put him in the secured ward, Bill thought. But nothing happened, they sent him home after a week. His cut was almost healed and Bill felt strong again although he was tired of fighting against himself.

*****

\"Hi Bill,\" Ginny greeted him when he woke in his bed the first day after he left hospital.

\"Guess what? We are going to the Mask Ball. We got invitation today! Mum said I can come too. And Dean is coming too! Plus mum made me a costume - you\'ll never guess but I\'m going to be Morgana!\" Ginny beamed at his doors when she came to his room wearing nothing but his old T-shirt offering him a nice view of her bare legs.

\"Great!\" was all Bill could say. Be damned Malfoy, he screamed deep inside.

\"Are you and Fleur coming too?\" asked Ginny when she climbed in his bed and sat down playing with a lock of her hair.

\"No, I\'m not coming. Fleur and I broke up - she thinks that me being an Auror is not what she wants from her future Mr. Right,\" Bill told her calmly. //Think of cold dungeons and snails drenched in Snape\'s smelly potions! Think hard! Don\'t mind her bare thigh touching your arm. Snails, thousand of snails!//

\"Oh I\'m sorry Bill. I didn\'t want to...I didn\'t know...wow...mum will be so upset...but you\'re not. How come? She was your \'grand amour\' after all,\" Ginny turned to Bill and observed him closely. She liked the way his long hair looked in the morning - all messy and cascading down his shoulders. His skin seemed still warm from the sleep and he looked so cute after he had just woken up with a little confused look in his eyes. Suddenly Ginny realized what was she thinking about and blushed mortified. It was pure luck that he wasn\'t looking at her.

Bill scratched his head absently before he formed words in his mind that could explain the ease he felt about this matter.

\"Well, sometimes the couple just grows apart you know, a natural flow of relationship, I guess. And there is no use fighting the nature,\" Bill gave her a faint explanation. \"I\'m gonna be fine, Ginny, don\'t you dare to worry about that!\"

\"I promise I won\'t,\" Ginny crossed her fingers and smiled //Stop being such a nervous git!//. \"I have my own dilemmas to worry about. Wanna see my dress for the Ball?\" Ginny jumped on her feet and returned from her room wearing a beautiful silken dress.

Bill was speechless - she wore a midnight blue silken dress that was generously revealing her pale shoulders and gave more than a hint of her blossoming breasts.

\"What do you think?\" Ginny wanted to knher her voice trembled a little.

Bill\'s mouths were dry. \"Ehm...mum let you wear this dress?\" demanded Bill when he finally uttered something while still cursing Malfoy and his words.

\"Well yes! She sewed it... Although I made some corrections, is it obvious, huh?\" grinned his little sister.

\"You look...wow...\" Bill said honestly.

\"Thank you. Shame that you are not going,\" said Ginny and left him alone. With his dirty minds and Lucius\' tempting offer.

\"Away!\" hissed Bill to the whispering shadows of his desire and forced his mind on the task of thinking about lord Voldemort and his minions.

*****

Bill said \'bye and have fun!\' to Mr and Mrs Weasley and Ginny who had just left for the Mask Ball. They left him behind the desk filled with reports of wizards and Muggles seeing the Death Eaters.

\"I\'m behind with the reports, you go and have fun!\" Bill said to his mother. She left him alone because she was convinced that he wanted to mourn over his break up with Fleur. Bill let her think that.

\"It seems that Malfoy weasel changed his side again. Let enjoy while it lasts!\" had commented Mr Weasley unceremoniously on the acceptance of the invitation.

\"Watch the fort for us!\" he clapped his hand on Bill\'s back and added in quiet voice.
\"I completely understand you Bill - if I were you I would hate Malfoy\'s gloating over your rescue too!\" The next second they were gone with the help of the portkey.

*****

Bill was fighting again yet his battle was going on in front of his wardrobe deciding if he should go or not. He clearly remembered Ginny in her dress and golden mask disguising her eyes. She\'s ripe, he heard Lucius voice. Take her or she\'ll be taken. Could that be a threat struck Bill suddenly. He had to go, go at once!

Bill hurried putting on his black pants, white shirt, dark cloak and white mask. The left the Burrow by the Floo Network.

*****

When the darkness fell torches were lit on the driveway to the Malfoy\'s mansion before witches and wizards dressed in costumes started entering the great hall. Clouds drifted over the big, shiny moon promising some heavy rain.

The Weasleys arrived, Ginny dressed like Morgana and her parents wearing the costumes of King Arthur and his Guinevere. Percy arrived with his (master) minister Fudge while the twins even refused to take the invitation into considera.
.

\"I would rather spent the evening cleaning Muggle\'s public toilets than drinking the finest fire whisky at Malfoy\'s,\" expressed Fred their opinion and closed the matter for the further discussion.

The band - the one and the only The Weird Sisters were already playing in the ball-room and many guests were dancing along the dance floor having fun like You-Know-Who was gone for good.

\"Oh Arthur, they\'re playing our song,\" sighted Mrs Weasley in her silver mask and lilac dress.

\"My Guinevere, queen of my heart, your wish is my command - let\'s dance, shall we?\" said King Arthur in scarlet cloak wearing his crown with dignity and they waltzed closer to the stage. Ginny stood half-hidden behind the statue looking for the glimpse of Dean when she felt arms closing around her waist.

\"Good evening to you, Morgana,\" said the unmistakable drawling voice.

Ginny tried to free herself from the tight grip but Draco\'s hands were firmly holding her.

\"Are you running away from me?\" he purred in her ear tightening his grip and turning her towards him. He was dressed like a druid in shiny silver robe, his sleek hair braided neatly and the black mask covering his face.

\"The lady is already spoken for,\" came a quiet and soft yet menacing voice from behind Ginny and Draco lifted his gray gaze.

\"Let her go now,\" the quiet voice commanded him. Ginny felt Draco hesitated for a moment but one look in stranger\'s eyes persuade him that he let Ginny go with a snarl.

\"A Lancelot for Morgana! How touchy!\" Then he left to find another prey.

\"Thanks,\" said Ginny but before she could turn and see her savior he wrapped his fingers around her wrist and urged her to follow him. Ginny didn\'t know why but she let him lead her through the hall, away from the crowd and up this narrow, abandoned corridor lit with only few torches till they were alone in some dark room. Only the faint traces of moonlight did every once and then light the room into twilight. As they entered the chamber he stopped and Ginny bumped into him, her face made contact with his chest. She put her hands on his chest for support and raised her head to take a look of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, so that their bodies were touching. Ginny felt the warmth of his body against hers and felt tremor herself with anticipation.

Her heart was pumping frantically now that she sensed something was going to happen. But it wasn\'t the fear of the darkness or the stranger with white mask - it was all she could depicted of him in this scanty light. But her body obviously trusted him completely.

Ginny had dressed so careful earlier this evening - she thought it was for Dean, but no. It was like her body knew all along that something will happen, she felt butterflies in her stomach. When the stranger pushed her to the wall her heart was pumping so hard she felt it could tear her chest open and run. Her body told her that she was waiting for him.

He held her tightly and ran his finger along her full upper lip. This made her shiver and she hardly suppress a moan. His light fingertips set her skin on fire, she craved for more and more touches. His fingers answered her plea immediately - they trailed her cheekbones, her soft skin and finally he buried his hand in her copper hair, pressing her head even closer to him. How he had craved this, and how he had fought this desire to himself. But all that was meaningless now. She was here, finally in his arms and he didn\'t care about tomorrow and wrongs or rights. They can put him in Azkaban, lock him in the ward or kill him, it\'s the now that matters. This very moment. The touch of her flushed skin, the taste of her lips, the smell of her hair.

\"You,\" it was the first word from him since he saved her from Draco. Ginny felt deep passion that was embodied in this single world.
He dragged her mask away and lowered his head. He captured her lips in a feathery light kiss. Ginny was too confused and trapped in her own desire to put up any defense. The sensation of stranger\'s lips on hers was almost unbearable. So gentle that it hurt. Unable to stop herself Ginny opened her mouth a bit so she could feel the tip of his tongue trailing her inner lip. Then he entered her mouth completely, seeking out henguengue. His tongue was battling with hers, claiming her mouth for his realm.
Something deep down inside Ginny sprang to life and no matter what happened, she would have this one thing she had been longing for in her dreams. Her hands were around his neck, when she tried to tug the mask of his face. But he didn\'t let her, he carefully yet firmly held her hands in one of his; the other was still touching her face, so gently that it burned.

Ginny gave herself up to this sensation that made her blood boil. She longed for this kiss to endure, longed to feel his touch on her skin. Finally her dreams of the last few weeks had become reality. She moaned into his mouth, wanted to scream out her desire. Her heart was just filled with joy threatening to explode when his kiss deepened and became demanding.

When he finally broke the kiss, both of them were panting. He drew away to see if Ginny\'s all right, then he slowly leaned down to her again. He produced something dark from his pocket and put it on her eyes. Ginny felt cool and silky material caressing her feverish skin. Then she was blindfolded. There was nothing left except their breaths and touches.

\"All we do tonight is my fault!\" he whispered in her ear before she could protest and kissed her gently. His fingers closed around her slim wrists again, but Ginny set her right hand free and reached for his mask to pull it away. He helped her and pressed her small hand on his lips kissing it gently. Ginny\'s fingers touched his firm lips, brushing them lightly, then trailing up his defined jaw and tracing the lines of his cheekbone. When her thumb teased his lower lip he opened his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it.
Ginny gasped and her arms closed around his neck once again, pulling him closer to her. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his firm body covering her, responding her need.

His hands were busy with marking her body - one of his hands was running up her thigh while his other hand cupped her buttocks. Ginny was breathless as he licked her throat. She tilted her head back giving him more access to her sensitive neck. He sucked on the spot where her vein was pulsing under the fine skin. Then he lowered his head and sucked her hard nipple through the thin material of her gown, biting lightly and pulling until Ginny screamed in sweet agony. She felt herself jerk against him, her leg hooked behind his calf. She felt his fingers brushing lightly up her inner thigh. Ginny slammed her body into his, demanding more of him. His hand slipped in her panties, rubbing her and spreading her moisture on his palm. Ginny spread her legs wider as her self-control gave up to the gentle attack. His thumb began to work delicate circles on her nub of flesh. Ginny felt her own body was betraying her, burning where his hand touched her. She felt pressure building in her lower body, drops of sweat glistening on her pale skin.

\"Please...\" Ginny whispered in the damp skin of his shoulder.

His arms closed around her, drawing her into a tight embrace. He longed for her so much that it hurt. Slowly his fingers unbuttoned her dress. He pulled her dress off her revealing her lean body and laid her down on her dress. Ginny arched wanting him to touch her again. She felt safe with him although she couldn\'t see but she didn\'t care. He leaned down to kiss the delicate skin of the valley between her breasts, moving down to her nipple again. Ginny moaned deeply when his teeth closed around it, throwing her head backwards. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his pants against her bare thigh. Following an unknown urge within her Ginny reached down his body to stroke it. She heard him moan against her breasts, his long hair brushing her bare skin and it was this very touch that made Ginny trembling with need greater than the universe.

She cried in frustration because they were still separated by the material of his clothes. Then he unbuckled his belt and got rid first of his pants and then his shirt. Ginny arched, her core dripping with juices. He pulled her panties down her slim legs and spread Ginny\'s legs further apart. He was nestled between her thighs, kissing her fiercely and rubbing his palm against her core. Ginny felt his throbbing shaft on the fine skin of her inner thigh and tremors of anticipation rocked through her body.

Then he suddenly withdrew to enjoy the sight of Ginny, more beautiful than ever, naked, legs spread, with pink flush on her skin, her breaths quick and rapid, lips swollen from the hungry kisses, panting in need to be touched again. She trusted him, his heart jumped in his chest - she let him cover her eyes. He didn\'t want her to share his burden. He loved her too much. The sin goes on him only, the demons can feed on him. Not her, never on her.

Not feeling his touch anymore was a pure torment Ginny couldn\'t endure any longer.
\"Please...\" she tried to reach for him, still blindfolded with the silk cloth. He pushed her back on the floor covering her with his larger frame.

\"I\'m here,\" he whispered in her ear while he kissed her again and lay on top of her small body, resting his we on on one elbow while with the other hand he caressed her body as he had done it in his dreams.

Ginny wanted to feel him closer, his touch was like fire; wherever he touched her skin was burning. She was craving to feel him like she never felt before.
\"Please,\" her small voice was like music to his ears, her voice almost failing her. She needed to feel him as close as he could get. And he needed her badly. He could hardly believe that they are here for real just moments before becoming one.

He was afraid that he might hurt Ginny so he hesitated for a long, too long moment before she clung herselfhim,him, their skins almost melting together into one. He grabbed her hips, leaving red marks on her smooth skin. He placed his aching shaft at her moist entrance. First he inserted his finger in her and Ginny gasped as he stretched her to prepare her. She moaned in his mouth and he couldn\'t delay any longer - he slowly pushed his length into her slick core. She was so unbelievably tight - he had to press hard to bury his shaft in her. He was half way in her when the searing pain made Ginny realize that everything is not like she dreamed. She felt his hardness tearing her and she started to wriggle beneath him, trying to break their contact.

\"No, no,...\" she panted trashing like a wild animal in a trap. It shouldn\'t hurt so much, not so much. Her heart was hammering like mad. But all her resistance was futile, with her wild bucking Ginny only managed that he slipped deeper inside of her.

There was no way back. He couldn\'t stop now, he just couldn\'t. It was maddening, being half buried in her. Therefore he made final thrust and pushed his shaft as far as he could go. Ginny cried before he could silence her cry with his mouth. He waited for her to adjust to the feeling of his length inside her. Her silken walls clenched tightly around him, squeezing him almost painfully. He saw tears running down her cheeks and kissed her dry lips.
Then he began to move slowly in and out of her, his hand still holding her hips. He could die of happiness right now, in this very moment.

Ginny felt something warm trickled down her thighs. Blood. He scared her for good, her first lover. He kissed her again, comforting yet hungry, wanting more and more of her. Their bodies rubbed together as he moved his hips. Ginny felt her pain subdued to a dull feeling and started to move her hips with him, their rhythm gaining speed as their heartbeats increased. Ginny put her arms around his lower back, her fingernails grazing his skin. She felt his muscles tensing as their movements became faster and faster. With every thrust both were coming closer and closer to the edge. Harder and deeper he drove into her forgetting everything except their pleasure. With final thrust he came puling her over the edge with him. He bit her shoulder and Ginny saw the world around her exploding in haze of heat.

\"Bill,\" she breathed without even noticing what escaped her lips. Her lover lowered his head, nuzzling the fine skin of her throat.

They both were panting, stuck with sweat, his head resting on her breasts when he felt his shaft hardening again inside of her. He lifted her a little and crushed his mouth on hers expressing his need.

\"No,\" Ginny whispered when he tore his mouth away. She felt bruised inside and her body hurt because his weight was pressing her down. She felt that she had spent all of her strengths in this passionate duel. But he had to have her one more time - it was stronger than him.

\"Shhh,\" he kissed her lips and Ginny felt him slipping out of her. Then he wrapped something cool and soft around her wrists. He fastened her hands above her head and gently turned her on her stomach. She rubbed her harden nipples on the rug that covered the stone floor because she slipped off her dress while they were \'engaged\' in their duel.

But the sensation of the rough rug against her hot flesh made her inner walls convulse again. Ginny felt so vulnerable, not able to see anything, with her hands tied and cool air caressing her most intimate parts. He spread her a little, feeling her juices dripping again. He licked his fingers and positioned himself at her wntrantrance once again. He lifted Ginny a bit, his hand on her hip and other around her waist giving her support for her kneeling position when he drove his throbbing shaft into her tightness again, this time reaching even deeper and frantically pounding into her as he would like to squeeze last atoms of her strength from her lithe body. His hand slipped between her legs, his thump rubbing her small sensitive spot until she was bucking wildly against his body, her walls convulsing around his erection. He rode Ginny until he was spent, shooting his seed inside her once more.

Then he lay on her for some moments to catch his breath. She smelt so good, he couldn\'t tear his tongue off her sweaty skin, his teeth scraping across her pale, smooth skin. He felt satisfied and calm.
But he forced himself to untie her wrists and he put on his shirt and pants swiftly. Ginny was still trembling, unable to stand, her limps were like jelly. She lay there, her slim thighs marred with thin traces of blood and seed, her skin flushed and sweaty, covered with his smell, there were red marks were he was holding her and a bite mark on her shoulder.

He leaned down and kissed her neck, his lips trailing up to her brow.

\"Thank you,\" he whispered and left her there.

*****

Ginny removed the cloth from her eyes and wrapped her shaking arms around her body when tears escaped her eyes. She was so ashamed of herself - she let this man fuck her without even knowing his name. She didn\'t even see him. A complete stranger had her, stretching her and he was so big, he almost split her in half. And what he did to her - but she, she alone let him tie her wrists and fuck her from behind, marking her deep. That was not what she dreamt about her first time. But she didn\'t resist, she was willing. Shame was burning her cheeks as Ginny remembered how she craved him - how her body responded his touch. She acted like the last slut. What if anyone finds out? People would be so disgust with her. Or her parents. They would be too nice to call her whore but she felt like a one. And her friends? Dean? Harry? Her brothers - Bill, oh Bill. He would be sick with her. Despising her. Ginny couldn\'t live knowing that her oldest brother thinks low of her. but whom can she tell? No one. She had to forget this as soon as possible. It didn\'t happen, it didn\'t happen at all. A nightmare, nothing more and nothing less.

She was crying, trying to put on her underwear and dress. Her hands shaking too much to button her gown up. Ginny pulled her wand from the pocket and hardly raised it, aiming at her thighs smeared with traces of her blood and his seed.

\"Scourgfy!\" Ginny whispered. She felt so cold and tired. She had waited for few minutes that her tremor ceased a little before she returned to the ball. When she was headed down the corridor she passed the doors that lead into the hall someone stood behind her.

\"Having fun, Miss Weasley,\" Ginny heard silky but cool voice behind her back. She jumped and turned fast, running into the very master of the house.

\"Excuse me,\" mumbled Ginny, her eyes wide with confusion and terror then she ran in the direction of the ball room.

Lucius smirked - the game went where he wanted it to go. The cat got the cream, well, at least some. Soon he will get the cherry from the top of the cake.

Who would waste his time on snake ugly dark master and his stupid mns wns when one can have such a pleasure in his own house. Lucius was aware of his weakness but he could control it well. He was arrogant, self-centered and vain. And rich. And there was nothing wrong with this. Malfoy got bored with Voldemort\'s plan how he will rule the world. Lucius despised the vulgarity of dr. Evil\'s idiotic plans. To kill Potter? Where\'s subtlety here? Why bothering with messy murder?
Lucius participated with Voldemort because it was a lot easier and more convenient than fighting against him. But otherwise Lucius Malfoy had absolutely no respect for that mudblood psychopath and his minions.

Lucius thought of himself as of a man of simple yet refined pleasures - old books, dark magic, power, young lads, manipulating with emotions,... like his ancestors he also enjoyed \"dining with panthers\" but unlike his ancestors he didn\'t visit places that were like Pose Plastique on Canadian Street, London, many decades ago. He preferred fresh blood, as he referred to the young lads that caught his attention. Like Bill, yet he was special. Bec he he was Weasley with high moral standards and at the same time fighting against his burning desire.

*****

Lucius closed the doors of his library behind him and sat down in his armchair. There was a tall glass of fine bourbon waiting for him. He lifted the glass to his pale lips and sipped. The golden liquid was oily on his tongue when he savored its ripe flavor before he swallowed it and felt pleasant burning down his throat. He licked his lips and then produce silken dark cloth from his pocket. It smelt of little girl but the stronger smell belonged to a certain young man whose moral was consumed by his carnal desire. She smelt of him despite that Scourgfy spell. Good boy, Lucius face glowed in a slay smirk.

Weasleys were so predictable even when they went down the forbidden path. Always so noble. That little girl and her brother got more than they wished for. Lucius stretched his lips in dark smile. He shall have Bill broken and willing. On his knees begging for more. //Ah, guilt and conscience what a wonderful and terrible invention of high moral!//
You can\'t return from the road to Perdition.

The Death Eaters can wait, Lucius Malfoy can\'t, he smiled again.

*****

Author\'s note:

to dine with panthers - the phrase was invented by Oscar Wilde and it means \'meeting male prostitutes for pleasure\'

Pose Plastique, Canadian Street, London - at the end of the 19th century that was the name of the bordello with male prostitutes
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Thanks for reviews plus I hope that you like this chapter and Bill/Ginny \'duel\', heh.

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Oops, I almost forgot to mention - Bill\'s thoughts (about going crazy) were mostly from the song Unwell (Matchbox Twenty). I hope that they won\'t mind me toying arounth tth their lyric.
Actually I couldn\'t care less even if they do ;)