Dangerous Games

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me but I do enjoy them so.

A/N: I was inspired by something I read in Zephyr’s story Learning Her Ropes. It got me thinking about Lucius and leather gloves…

Thanks for the reviews. You are all wonderful. I am sorry this took me so long. Let’s just blame it on school, shall we? Those of you who have read OotP, it should be apparent by now that this story is somewhat AU.

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Chapter 7: A Matter of Trust

“Dance with me.”

Rosmerta looked up at the wizard standing before her. She didn’t really want to dance. She had been dreading it actually. She knew she wasn’t very good; her partner was in danger of getting his toes stomped.

However, Snape knew the risks involved and obviously didn’t care.

She placed her hand in his, as he escorted her to the dance floor.

“Are you sure you are ready for this?” she asked, smiling at the tall wizard.

“I put a charm on my shoes to protect my feet,” he replied with a smirk.

Snape pulled her into his arms. As he leaned in close, he whispered into her ear. “So are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I am trying to concentrate on my steps,” Rosmerta stated looking down at her feet.

“Relax,” he coaxed. “I will guide you.”

They danced for a few minutes and Rosmerta began to loosen up. It wasn’t really that hard if she didn’t think about it too much. Snape was a very accomplished dancer and she found that if she just let him lead, it was much easier.

“I think you are avoiding the question,” he accused.

She glanced up at him. He raised his eyebrows, a slight smile on his face.

“Well?” he continued.

“He told me that someone is to meet with the ambassadors but that it is not him. He is just the decoy to distract members of the Order.”

“I should have known,” Snape muttered more to himself than to her.

“They must really distrust you if they didn’t give you this information.”

“It is not that. Much of the information is restricted to everyone but those Dark Lord’s inner circle, of which I am not a part.”

He thought for a moment.

“Which makes me wonder why he actually shared this with you?”

“I thought this was the plan. If you didn’t think it would work why am I even here?”

“I had hoped to get some information, but I did not expect much.”

“Do you think it is a test?” she asked him quietly.

“It might be. I will give thnfornformation to the headmaster and he can decide what to do with it.”

Rosmerta rested her head on his shoulder.

“Severus?”

“Yes?”

“If the Order acts on this information, Lucius will know it came from me. He will no longer trust me. He may even turn me over to Voldemort.”

Why hadn’t she thought this through more carefully?

“Don’t worry, Rosmerta,” he reassured her. “I will not let that happen.”

“How can you stop it?”

“Trust me.”

Rosmerta lifted her head slightly and glanced over his shoulder. Her eyes were drawn to the couple dancing across the room.

Lucius and Narcissa.

As she watched them dance, Lucius looked over at her. His eyes found hers and she could feel the electric current between them.

She had always been proud of herself for being independent. Now everyone seemed to have control of her life.

Everyone but her.


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Severus escorted her back to her apartment.

“I hope you enjoyed the evening.”

“You have got to be joking,” she said looking at him in disbelief.

“Surely there was something enjoyable about it.”

She thought of the long speeches, Narcissa, the strain of wondering what was going to happen, and dancing until her feet hurt.

Then the memory of Lucius and how he could melt her with a touch arose unbidden. She had to admit, some of it was enjoyable.

“Thank you Severus,” she said politely. “For an interesting evening.”

He smiled at her as he leaned down and kissed her check.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked.

“Um, well…” She didn’t know what to say.

“To talk, of course.” He smirked at her reaction. Then he became more serious.

“I discussed your concerns with the headmaster. He seems to share your fears.”

“What are they going to do?”

“They are going to follow the ambassadors. Based on what Lucius said about them being unsatisfied with their own countries, we need more information before we proceed.”

“Don’t worry,” he added at her frown. “They will protect you. No one wants you to get hurt. And,” he admitted, “they do not want to lose a potential source of information.”

“Good to know I am appreciated.”

“You are appreciated. And I have to tell you, Lupin and Black were both disappointed that they did not get to escort you to this affair. Good thing they didn’t see you in this dress. I am not even sure I could have protected you from them. Sometimes they are worse than teenage boys.”

At the mention of the dress, Rosmerta gasped.

“You need to leave.”

“What?”

“Lucius is coming over. He shouldn’t find you here.”

“Why not? I was your date, after all.”

“Severus,” she pleaded with him.

“Fine, I will leave,” he conceded. “Just remember, he doesn’t own you, Rosmerta.”

She didn’t say a word.

Snape leaned down and put his arms around her. As he hugged her he whispered in her ear.

“Be careful, Rosmerta.”

She smiled up at him and quickly kissed his cheek.

“I will, Severus.”

He let go of her and in a flash was gone.

“You will…what?”

Rosmerta jumped at the sound of Lucius’ voice.

“Lucius, you scared me.”

“I seem to have had that effect on you quite often…lately,” he remarked. “How peculiar.”

She glared at him.

“I wonder why, Lucius,” she replied. “Maybe almost getting killed by Death Eaters has something to do with it. I guess the threat of dying has made me a bit jumpy lately.”

“You will…what?”

“Excuse me?” She knew what he was referring to but she needed to buy more time.

“I am referring to what you said to Snape. You will…what?”

“Sleep well, Lucius,” she stated flatly. “Any other questions? Or is the interrogation over?”

“Just curious, my dear,” he replied. “I wasn’t sure Snape was going to leave. I think he was hoping to stay longer.”

“Did you want something, Lucius?”

“As a matter of fact, I do want something.” As he said this he pulled her toward him. He kissed her lips gently. “I had difficulty concentrating all night because of this dress.”

She almost laughed out loud at his remark. She needed to remember to congratulate Snape on his choice of dresses. Her amusement was short lived, however, as his gloved hands roamed down her back and caressed her bottom. She definitely needed to thank Snape for his choice. Then all thoughts of the Potions professor were gone as she concentrated instead on the man holding her and his wonderful hands.

Rosmerta wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer. He leaned down until his hands reached the slits in her dress. He then slid his hands up her body, gathering the dress at her waist. The feeling of the soft leather as it brushed against her skin was intoxicating. He hooked each thumb in the sides of her lacey panties and then roughly pulled, easily tearing the flimsy material.

She was surprised by the fierceness of his actions.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I will not tear the dress.”

He slowly unzipped the back of the dress and then pulled it off of her.

Since she had not worn a bra, she was now totally naked. Lucius, however, was completely clothed. He was still wearing his outer cloak and his gloves.

She felt extremely vulnerable as he stared down at her.

“Delicious,” he breathed.

He cupped both hands on her face and brought his lips to hers. As he crushed her to his body, one hand moved to her hair, and the other pressed into her back.

Rosmerta enjoyed the feel of his muscular body against her own. Although the fabric of his cloak was stimulating to her hard nipples, she longed to feel his heated flesh.

“Lucius,” she whispered urgently. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet, my dear,” he purred in her ear.

He then turned her around pulling her bottom against his body. She could feel his hardness through the cloth. Lucius reached up to hold her breasts in his hands, stroking each of her nipples with a thumb. His breath was hot on her neck, and his body warm against her. In contrast, a slight breeze in the room cooled the skin on the front of her body. She wondered momentarily why there was a breeze in her apartment but more pressing matters consumed her thoughts.

More. Pressing. Matters.

Pressing into her bottom.

Lucius slowly kissed his way down from the back of her neck to the middle of her shoulder blades. As he sucked and licked his way back up, he rubbed his hardness against her.

One gloved hand reached up and softly grasped her neck in the front. The other reached down and stroked between her legs. As the familiar feelings came over her, Rosmerta leaned her head back against him. His fingers moved deftly against her quickly bringing her to release.

As Rosmerta basked in the exquisite pleasure that filled her body, Lucius suddenly bent down and bit her neck. The pain mixed with the lingering feelings of pleasure caused her to gasp in surprise.

“What the hell?” Rosmerta shrieked when she could catch her breath.

She tried to pull away in anger but he had a tight hold on her.

“Shhh,” he murmured against her ear and then he whispered words that were strangely familiar to her. Just as quickly as it had begun, the pain subsided.

Lucius kissed the spot he had just damaged and then healed.

“Just a little reminder, my dear,” he stated in a low voice.

Rosmerta stiffened in his arms. Was it a warning? Did he know she was a spy for the Order?

“A reminder? Of what?” she managed to say in a surprisingly calm voice.

“Of whom you belong to, of course.” She could sense rather than see the smirk on his face.

Rosmerta felt her temper rise once more.

“I do not belong to anyone!”

Although she again tried to struggle, he had a tight hold on her.

“As much as I am enjoying this,” he stated as she continued to squirm against him, “I would like to release you so that I can remove my garments.”

When she did not relent, he chose a different tact.

“Unless, of course you want me to leave. I understand if you need some time to yourself.”

Rosmerta fought with herself. She should tell him to go…to get the hell out. On the other hand the thought of him undressing was her undoing.

He took her stillness as acquiesce to his previous suggestion and he released her.

When she heard the rustling of his clothes, Rosmerta started to turn toward him.

“Do not turn around,” he commanded.

She waited for him to finish as her anxiety increased. Was he just being his usual bossy self? Or was it something else? She knew she was on edge but the thought of what he would do if he found she was deceiving him…She did not want to even think about it.

Yet, his mood seemed different. Wary, as if he was watching her for some mistake. She was probably just overreacting.

Rosmerta jumped in surprise as a finger trailed down her spine.

“My, my, you seem touchy, tonight, Rosmerta,” he observed as he continued stroking her back.

“I think we have already covered this, Lucius,” she replied caustically. “Having to spy for you while under the threat of death has not helped to calm my nerves.”

“I did not ask you to gth Sth Severus tonight,” he replied silkily. “And I did not ask you to spy on the Order, either.”

Rosmerta waited breathlessly as he continued.

“In fact, I only asked you to keep your ears open.” He paused as his hand moved lower.

“If I recall correctly,” he continued, his voice growing harder with each word. “I saved you from a most painful death. It was not my wish for you to be involved at all.”

As he spoke he caressed her bottom with an almost lazy hand.wevewever, Rosmerta was not fooled by his soft touch. There was an edge to his voice that terrified her.

“I have to wonder at the suddenness of all this,” he stated in a dangerous voice as he placed both hands on her hips. “Have you nothing to say, my sweet?”

“I think, Lucius,” she replied breathlessly leaning back into him, “that there is time enough to talk, later.” As she moved against him she could feel his increasing arousal.

Instead of answering, Lucius growled in her ear. Rosmerta felt momentary relief as it appeared her diversionary tactic was successful. Lucius reached around her grabbing a throw pillow from the couch. He threw it on the ground in front of her and pushing on her hips guided her to the floor. He knelt down behind her as he directed her to lean forward until her head touched the floor. Her bottom was up in the air and he enjoyed the view of her submissiveness. She was open to him, inviting his touch. She was his. No matter what she said to the contrary.

As he touched her, he was surprised to find that she was still ready for him. He pushed a long elegant finger into her. She moaned as she tried to push back into him. He moved his hand causing her to whimper in protest. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled them further apart. His thumbs caressed the back of her legs until she was visibly trembling and aching for him. Suddenly he thrust into her, pushing her into the carpet with each lunge. Lucius placed one hand on her back to steady himself as he used the other to stroke her, taking her over the edge. It didn’t take long for either one and afterward they caught their breath, Lucius helped her to her feet.

This time, he did not protest as she turned to faim. im. She leaned forward to kiss his chest as she breathed in the smell of his damp body. She kissed his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, as she made her way up to his waiting lips. He pulled her into a deep kiss.

Finally, he pulled away from her. Staring down into her face, his eyes locked with hers.

“You cannot avoid it forever, my dear,” he said softly to her.

“What?”

“What we were discussing earlier.”

“Lucius…” she started weakly.

“I am afraid, my sweet Rosmerta,” he continued as if she had not spoken, “that I cannot trust you.”