Lucius and the Waif - COMPLETE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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12,943
Reviews:
42
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Lucius Learns More
The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Seven – Lucius Learns More
Lucius sat down to his evening meal and instructed a house elf that a second place setting be added. The setting was made available quickly and quietly, then the elf brought Lucius the first course and left. Lucius sat alone at the ivory damask covered mahogany table waiting patiently while he watched the candlelight flickering on the silver tableware and the crystal. He waited for five minutes before he heard Lea hesitantly creeping along the hallway toward him. Lucius began serving the soup into both bowls from a silver tureen, and when she appeared in the doorway, he smiled at her and silently pointed to her place at the table.
Lea sidled to the table, and, seeing his gesture as her command, she sat in the chair he indicated was hers. She sat and watched him for cues on what he expected her to do. Lucius realized he was to be her role model, so he picked up his soup spoon and began eating his soup. Lea followed his example precisely, looking like she had always eaten soup from a fine table. Lucius hid a smile at her absorption in his movements. Course followed course, and Lea learned quickly from her mentor. Lucius started to realize that Lea was not merely a dumb animal, but really a rather intelligent person in her own right. It was, therefore, even more puzzling how and why she had fallen into the horrific job she had. Was she an inmate also? Lucius hadn’t considered that possibility before.
Lucius asked the question, “Are you a prisoner, too?”
Lea wasn’t even sure he was a prisoner, so she replied, “No. Are you?”
Lucius blinked. Didn’t she know that already? “Of course, I’m a prisoner. Would I be here otherwise?” he asked with some asperity.
Instantly Lea shrank into herself, and Lucius inwardly cursed. His facial expression displayed none of his reaction, though, and he merely smiled again and asked the house elf for dessert.
Lea had never eaten any food that tasted this good before and she was trying very hard not to gulp each course down as it came to the table. She rigidly controlled her behavior and patterned herself on his every move. Lea was rewarded by his occasional smiles, which told her she was acting in an acceptable manner for him. As the house elf brought the course that the wizard called dessert, she hoped it would be as good as the rest, and she was delightfully surprised by the heavenly flavor of the chocolate cheesecake.
“What is this?” she asked, getting closer to gulping her food than she had all evening.
She had never until this point volunteered to speak without responding to a direct question. Yet a piece of cheesecake made her start a conversation. Lucius tucked that piece of information away. She certainly wasn’t wasting a single morsel of that cheesecake. It even looked like she was longing to lick the plate as the last of her piece disappeared into her mouth. Lucius regarded her assessingly, cocking his head slightly as he cataloged her recent behavior in his mind. She had followed his every move and duplicated it throughout the meal. She was in no way stupid, and was very adaptable.
Where had this girl lived all her life? Lucius was starting to see a narrow slice of her existence through her behavior and, in spite of himself, he was appalled. His pleasant mask didn’t waver, but he began to ponder her naiveté. His mind started its familiar path on how she could be turned to his advantage. Any improvements he provided would obviously be an advantage to her also; her life couldn’t be much worse. Perhaps she could be a live-in mistress, not necessarily in his apartments, but his exclusively, available right on the prison grounds whenever he wished. That idea had a great deal of merit. He had days to come up with more plans.
Lucius suddenly had a horrifying thought and he accused, “You’re not a Muggle, are you?” Was she some sort of slave to this place? She would never do as a mistress if she was a Muggle. He had used Muggle females before, mostly before the Death Eaters had killed them, but he refused to have one for any extensive personal use.
“Are you asking if I am a witch?” she paused nervously, “or would you like to know if I have any Muggle blood?”
Lucius was annoyed at her assumption that his question was unclear. Her meal must have provided some courage to this little slut. “Are. You. A. Muggle? Is that clear enough?” he glowered across the table, angry with himself for possibly eating with a Muggle.
Fear swamped Lea at the powerful sorcerer’s sarcasm. Her lovely eyes glassed over and dropped to focus on the design on her plate. “No,” she whispered.
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Chapter Seven – Lucius Learns More
Lucius sat down to his evening meal and instructed a house elf that a second place setting be added. The setting was made available quickly and quietly, then the elf brought Lucius the first course and left. Lucius sat alone at the ivory damask covered mahogany table waiting patiently while he watched the candlelight flickering on the silver tableware and the crystal. He waited for five minutes before he heard Lea hesitantly creeping along the hallway toward him. Lucius began serving the soup into both bowls from a silver tureen, and when she appeared in the doorway, he smiled at her and silently pointed to her place at the table.
Lea sidled to the table, and, seeing his gesture as her command, she sat in the chair he indicated was hers. She sat and watched him for cues on what he expected her to do. Lucius realized he was to be her role model, so he picked up his soup spoon and began eating his soup. Lea followed his example precisely, looking like she had always eaten soup from a fine table. Lucius hid a smile at her absorption in his movements. Course followed course, and Lea learned quickly from her mentor. Lucius started to realize that Lea was not merely a dumb animal, but really a rather intelligent person in her own right. It was, therefore, even more puzzling how and why she had fallen into the horrific job she had. Was she an inmate also? Lucius hadn’t considered that possibility before.
Lucius asked the question, “Are you a prisoner, too?”
Lea wasn’t even sure he was a prisoner, so she replied, “No. Are you?”
Lucius blinked. Didn’t she know that already? “Of course, I’m a prisoner. Would I be here otherwise?” he asked with some asperity.
Instantly Lea shrank into herself, and Lucius inwardly cursed. His facial expression displayed none of his reaction, though, and he merely smiled again and asked the house elf for dessert.
Lea had never eaten any food that tasted this good before and she was trying very hard not to gulp each course down as it came to the table. She rigidly controlled her behavior and patterned herself on his every move. Lea was rewarded by his occasional smiles, which told her she was acting in an acceptable manner for him. As the house elf brought the course that the wizard called dessert, she hoped it would be as good as the rest, and she was delightfully surprised by the heavenly flavor of the chocolate cheesecake.
“What is this?” she asked, getting closer to gulping her food than she had all evening.
She had never until this point volunteered to speak without responding to a direct question. Yet a piece of cheesecake made her start a conversation. Lucius tucked that piece of information away. She certainly wasn’t wasting a single morsel of that cheesecake. It even looked like she was longing to lick the plate as the last of her piece disappeared into her mouth. Lucius regarded her assessingly, cocking his head slightly as he cataloged her recent behavior in his mind. She had followed his every move and duplicated it throughout the meal. She was in no way stupid, and was very adaptable.
Where had this girl lived all her life? Lucius was starting to see a narrow slice of her existence through her behavior and, in spite of himself, he was appalled. His pleasant mask didn’t waver, but he began to ponder her naiveté. His mind started its familiar path on how she could be turned to his advantage. Any improvements he provided would obviously be an advantage to her also; her life couldn’t be much worse. Perhaps she could be a live-in mistress, not necessarily in his apartments, but his exclusively, available right on the prison grounds whenever he wished. That idea had a great deal of merit. He had days to come up with more plans.
Lucius suddenly had a horrifying thought and he accused, “You’re not a Muggle, are you?” Was she some sort of slave to this place? She would never do as a mistress if she was a Muggle. He had used Muggle females before, mostly before the Death Eaters had killed them, but he refused to have one for any extensive personal use.
“Are you asking if I am a witch?” she paused nervously, “or would you like to know if I have any Muggle blood?”
Lucius was annoyed at her assumption that his question was unclear. Her meal must have provided some courage to this little slut. “Are. You. A. Muggle? Is that clear enough?” he glowered across the table, angry with himself for possibly eating with a Muggle.
Fear swamped Lea at the powerful sorcerer’s sarcasm. Her lovely eyes glassed over and dropped to focus on the design on her plate. “No,” she whispered.