Murky Waters

ok, here\'s the scoop. the characters contained here in are not mine, with possible exception of illiana and a few others. the rest belong to j.k. rowling, and i certainly wouldn\'t want to *deprive* her of her most wonderful creations. so i\'ll borrow them a bit, then give them back when i\'ve finished. promise.

second, a cameo may pop up suddenly, completely without warning. this is only to be expected. do not be alarmed. they will not hurt you. they only want to be friends. of course, they also want you to suffer through the totally raunchy bits of sex, as well. so be fore warned. it\'s sort of like a commercial. they make it look so good, you want one. even if you really don\'t.

please read and review. i know there are a few of you out there who are reading, but obviously, you\'re afraid of telling me what you think. it\'s ok. i\'m a big girl. i can take it.

Chapter Seven: Pompous Patriarchs
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\'What the fuck is going on here?\' the voice bellowed from behind them. Lucius turned, while she moved off to the side, her wand still at the ready, to look at Draco. He\'d just stepped from the hearth. His clothing was dusted with a fine layer of layer of floo powder. There was a storm brewing in his eyes.

Someone looked to be ass deep in trouble. Problem was, which one?

\'Ah, Draco. It\'s wonderful to see you, my son,\' Lucius managed to sound happy, despite the fact he was still sporting a clenched fist. Draco studied him for a moment before his gaze sought out Illiana. A bruise was already forming on her cheek, bringing a scowl to the young Malfoy\'s mouth. Lucius went on in a smooth voice. If he noticed his son\'s look, he gave no inidication. \'Where\'ve you been? I\'ve been sitting here for some time, waiting for you to return. Miss von Haifisch has been keeping me company.\'

\' I seriously doubt that,\' Draco sneered at his parent, moving toward the woman standing near his bedroom door. She had her wand in her hand, one of his robes covering her body. Even now, the bruise was darkening against her pale flesh. His silver gaze flicked to her a moment before returning to his sire. \'What happened, Illiana?\'

\'Your father thought he would use me, then marry me off to you,\' she replied, her tone less than congenial. Draco\'s scowl darkened, making her wonder how many people bore that same expression. She had to wonder if they knew that they had most probably perfected the look under the tutiledge of the Potions Master. Whether they meant to or not. \'Don\'t fret, though. I put him to rights on the subject.\'

\'How?\' Draco asked idly, curious to know what she had done to his father.

\'Well, he thought to trap me with the Primal Lust Spell. I turned the tables on him,\' she smirked. \' I\'m of the opinion that Lucius does not like to relinquish his control over any matter.\'

\'He doesn\'t. He certainly kept tight reins on me for many years,\' Draco agreed.

\'Well, he just had a dose of his own medicine. I think he doesn\'t care too much for the bitter taste,\' she glared at the elder Malfoy for a moment. She noted that his eyes were narrowed on her in a way that suggested she should be careful of him. Draco moved off behind the bar, intent on making a drink for himself and Illiana. When her eyes tracked his movement, it was the opportunity Lucius was looking for.

He lunged forward, his hand curling over her arm. He dragged her against his body, his mouth clamping over hers in heated passion. She jerked free of him after biting down on his tongue. He stumbled back a pace or two, then his face contorted with rage. He brought a fist up, swinging at her with all his might. She saw it coming though, which gave her ample time to duck back. The blow still caught her on the chin, but not too terribly hard. \'You son of bitch!\' Illiana spat at him, her eyes darkening with anger.

\'You should learn to control your property better than this, Draco. Slaves should not make such comments to their betters,\' Lucius hissed. Her jaw clenched tightly. She moved toward Draco, putting her wand in his hand.

\'Hold this. And get a Medi Witch here. Your father will need one when I get through with him,\' she growled as she moved back into the main part of the living room. Lucius looked supremely confident that he would come out the winner. She was, after all, only a woman.

\'Oh, this should be good, \' Draco smiled. He loved a good fight, and seeing a woman kick his father\'s arse all over the flat would be gratifying after the morning he\'d had. He noted the look in Lucius\' eyes, making his smile broaden even more. \'My money will be on you, Illiana.\'

\'Thank you, Draco. I intend to see him properly thrashed,\' she remarked, her hands curling into fists. Lucius watched her come, his gaze flicking to her hands as she neared him. He was still smirking, still thinking he could take her or make her back down because of her gender. How sadly he was mistaken.

She was ready for him when he swung at her this time. She ducked back as his fist sailed past her chin, a small breeze following in it\'s wake. He was stunned for a moment. He obviously had no idea that she had played on the Durmstrang Quidditch team. It seemed that being a Beater had it\'s advantages. As he made another swing at her, she feinted to the side, her arm coming up to grab his. He was shocked when he found himself knocked to the floor with little effort. He had no idea how he had gotten there.

A grin spread her lips, bringing him to his feet with a growl of anger. No woman would get the best of him. Not some red headed whore who thought his surly ex-best friend was better than a Malfoy. And certainly not some stuck up German bitch with a title who thought she was better than a Malfoy. He lunged for her, and she laughingly stepped out of his way. While he didn\'t slam into the wall as she had hoped, he did look silly charging at her like a bull in the ring with a Matador.

\'Really, Mr. Malfoy. Such feeble attempts lead me to believe you\'re an old, old man. Perhaps you should go home before you hurt yourself,\' she remarked casually. His frown twisted into a scowl of complete hatred. She knew if she continued to goad him, he would fully lose his temper. It would make it all the easier for her to humiliate him. \' I should hate to be the one responsible for causing you serious injury,\' she added, her tone of voice clearly stating that she would have no problems doing just that.

\' I am no simpering fool you can lead about on a leash like a dog. I am certainly not some one you should think of crossing lightly,\' he hissed at her. She laughed again, showing him she was not afraid of anything he thought he could do to her. \' I will put you in your proper place!\' he spat through clenched teeth.

\'You do not know my proper place, so I doubt you could put me there. As it is, Mr. Malfoy, you are a prat playing at nobility. I happen to be the real thing. I am better than you in many ways. And, should you still have delusions about beating me into submission, let me warn you. I played Beater on the Quidditch team when I was at Durmstrang. I still practice when ever I can. I am most assuredly going to pound your arse into dust without much effort.\'

His face flushed with his anger. He swung at her, his knuckles grazing her nose ever so slightly. When his body was half turned from his arm pulling him around, she launched her self forward and slammed into him. The two of them tumbled to the floor in a pile, Illiana landing on top. One hand planted his shoulders to the floor while the other pulled back to deliver a punch to his nose. Before she could send it flying toward him, he bucked up against her. She was thrown off balance, which allowed him to roll her onto her back. His body effectively pinned hers to the floor.

His lips curled into an evil smile. She could feel the ridge of his erection pressed against her belly. She should have known that he was the kind of person who would get turned on by violence. She could put a stop to that. And she would.

It was easy to flip him off her, using her hands as leverage against his lower abdomen. He was so startled, he toppled off her. She scrambled to her knees. He was just starting to get to his feet. It was the perfect opportunity. Balling her hand into a fist, she drove it straight up into his crotch with as much force as she could muster.

Lucius dropped to his knees, his voice squeaking from his throat as pain washed over him. His hands moved to cup his abused parts. The color had fled his cheeks. She stood, smiling down at him triumphantly. His eyes looked back, showing a great deal of white and surprise. Apparently, not many people had bothered to kick Lucius Malfoy in the balls. Or hit him, either. \'You fucking bitch!\' he managed to gasp out.

\' I believe I warned you not to push me,\' she returned, ignoring his insult. She turned then to gaze at Draco, to see how he had reacted to her abuse of his father. The moment of letting down her guard saw her tumbled to the floor once again, Lucius sending her down on her face by wrapping his arms about her legs.

She rolled beneath him, bringing one hand up as she did so. It caught him in the side of the head, throwing him just a little sideways. She used the opportunity it presented to throw him off her, straddling his prone body with her own. She made a fist, giving him a moment to see what she intended, before she smashed it down into his nose. She\'d just curled it up for another when Draco\'s hand covered hers. She looked up at him.

\'Enough. Let me send him home. My mother can treat his wounds. As well as his ego,\' he told her. She nodded, then stood. Draco hefted his father up, dragging his over to the fire place. Lucius\' legs barely worked. The son dumped the father onto the hearth in a pile, threw a handful of floo powder over him, and called out the destination. Lucius was gone in only seconds. \'Are you alright?\' he asked her when he had rid them of his parent.

\'Yes. I\'m fine. What is it about fathers that makes them think they need to marry me off?\' she questioned. He looked at her as if she had lost her mind. She sighed, then explained. \'My father was constantly trying to marry me off to any man with money that he thought would take me off his hands. Your father was thinking much the same thing, only that he would marry me off to you so he could sleep with me whenever he thought he could get away with it.\'

\'Ah, yes. My father has a rather twisted way of thinking. My mother knows about his indiscretions. As long as he doesn\'t bring them home and flaunt them before her, she doesn\'t say anything,\' he explained. She nodded, remaining silent for a moment.

\' I\'m sorry that your father is such an ignoramous. It seems he and my own sire have that in common, as well,\' she apologized, even though she knew it was nothing she needed to apologize for. He shrugged it off.

\'That is how my father is,\' he told her. \' I\'ve grown used to him, so I suppose I wouldn\'t see it like you do. But you\'re right. He\'s a ruddy pain in the arse.\'

\' If I ask a question, will you answer me truthfully?\' she looked at him. He nodded, wondering why she would think he wouldn\'t answer her. She drew a breath, then plunged on before her brain could talk her out of asking it. \'What exactly happened with Kendra?\'

\'Why do you wish to know?\' his tone was neutral.

\'Because she\'s my friend, Draco. And I know that something happened, because your father mentioned it,\' she replied steadily.

\'The first time I saw her as she is now, I knew I had to have her. When she was in school, she was a very plain girl. No one looked at her. Even Hermione Granger was looked at more than Kendra MacLeod. So when she stepped into my shop last May, I had no clue as to who she was. But I knew I had to have her.\'

\'She was in your shop? For what?\' Illiana was confused. She knew exactly what kind of business Draco ran. He had showed her some of the finer wares the previous evening. He had even used some of them.

\'She planned on torturing Snape for his treatment of her when she was in school. She bought one of Seamus\' most expensive floggers, as well as a leather corset and some other small things. She had the whole thing worked out. She even intended to kidnap the git.\'

\'I knew the girl was devious, but.... to kidnap Snape? Isn\'t that a little risky? I get the impression that the man can be lethal, when it comes down to it.\'

\'Oh, never think he\'s not dangerous,\' Draco confirmed. \'But never think that Kendra MacLeod isn\'t intelligent. She\'s a gifted witch, with a better grasp on everything than Hermione Granger has. And that\'s saying something. Granger knows everything. Which means Kendra knows twice as much.\'

\'That good, eh?\'

\'Better. At any rate, there came a day not long after that I was presented with the opportunity to act on my baser urges. Kendra stumbled into The Three Broomsticks when Father and I were there. She was running from Snape and needed a way home. We brought her here.\'

\' I can imagine that he was most happy to have her here. He seems to think that women are merely to be played with,\' she observed, her face wearing a sour expression. He chuckled at the look, pressing on quickly when she scowled his way.

\'Erm, yes. Father seemed to think that she was his type of woman. Submissive. He likes to always control everything that involves him. Given that he and Snape were Death Eaters together, he assumed that Kendra was a poor, simpering female. Oh, how wrong he is,\' Draco could still see the look of shock on his parent\'s face when she\'d bitten him, then chosen the Potions Master over him.

\'Snape is a Death Eater?\' she demanded. He could see she was unhappy to hear that bit of news. By the looks of it, she was ready to fry the git\'s ass for it. He almost smiled, but was certain that Kendra would find some way to blame him for it. Then he\'d have to deal with her cursing him left and right. She was far too clever to be left unattended when she was mad.

\'No, he was. Around the time Harry\'s parents were killed, he quit and went to Dumbledore. He\'s been on the staff at Hogwart\'s since. As well as serving as a spy during the war. He was a valuable part of the Resistance, from what Harry\'s told me. Now there\'s a pair that hate each other,\' he mused out loud.

\'So, back to Kendra,\' Illiana prompted. Draco had the grace to blush. She had to wonder if he were recalling the events with fondness, that perhaps he wished it were Kendra in his bed instead of her. Even though he had told her that he had no designs on the red head. Perhaps that was the truth, and perhaps not. There seemed to be a certain amount of telling wistfulness in his voice that would suggest to the contrary.

\'Well, we brought her here and gave the Primal Lust Spell time to work. Once it had, she was treated little better than a House Elf at Malfoy Manner. With my father\'s ideas of servitude, that is not good. I\'ll admit we both used her. Probably more harshly than she deserved. She didn\'t want to be here. She told us so, but we made her stay anyway. When Snape arrived to fetch her back, she went with him gladly. Willingly.\'

\' It was wrong to do that to her, Draco,\' she informed him. \'You should never take away someone\'s free will.\'

\' I can see that you might have a point. At any rate, that doesn\'t matter much now, because you\'re here,\' he smiled at her.

\'Am I?\' she questioned. He stared at her a moment, wondering what she meant by that. Of course she was here. He was looking right at her. Then he noticed the hint of vulnerability in her eyes. Damn him, he was going on about one woman in front of another. She was suddenly beseiged with doubts as to whether he wanted her or Kendra.

\' Illiana,\' his voice was soft when he spoke. She looked at him in question. He moved forward, stepping to her side. She managed to bury the apprehension, giving him a hauty stare. He smiled, the feral smile that meant he was going to pounce like a jungle cat. His hands came up to cup her cheeks, tilting her head up so he could press his lips to them.

Her body responded immediately, her nipples going hard as his chest brushed hers. She lined the length of her body up with his until they touched completely. Her hands plunged into his hair, pulling it from it\'s usual slicked back style so that it hung around his face in disarray. His cock was hardening against her, telling her that he wanted her. Maybe. She pulled away. He stared at her wordlessly. \' I have to know if I brought this on, or if the memory of Kendra brought this on.\'

\' I want nothing to do with Kendra. She\'s merely an acquaintance. I am here with you. Not her. And I want you. Not her,\' he told her, his tone forceful. He pulled her body back up against his, his mouth claiming hers in a fiery kiss that left her knees weak. Her arms wound around his neck, her fingers burying themselves in the silken tresses at the back of his head. He broke from her in another moment. \'Let\'s retire to my bedroom. I\'m certain you\'ll find my bed far more comfortable than the wall or floor.\'

She nodded wordlessly, allowing him to walk her backwards into the room. When her thighs hit the mattress, he dumped her onto it. His hands tore his clothes off, letting her know he was beyond ready to take her. He carelessly dumped the shed garb on the floor. Then he was looming over her, his gaze raking her body. He had been surprised to come in and find her encased in his robes. He had expected her to have put her purple gown back on. To disobey him, even if he hadn\'t given any orders. It had served to set the fires of lust burning in his belly.

The lapels of the robe she wore had slipped open, exposing a line of her flesh to him. The valley between her breasts caught his attention for a moment, before his gaze dipped to the hairless mound of her pussy. His eyes darkened, turning a pale silver blue with his desire. He looked up at her face. One hand reached for her mons, his fingers stroking over the bare flesh with the lightest of touches. She shivered beneath him, her eyes locked with his.

A faint moan escaped her lips when a single digit slid into the moist folds of her womanhood. Her hips arched up, letting his finger slide even deeper. He pumped it slowly, stroking her slick walls. His other hand came up, cupped it\'s self over the swell of her breast. Her nipple peaked in his hand, speaking of her growing need.

She watched as he sank to his knees. She could just see his eyes over the line of her body. They were focused on the swelling lips before him. His hands left her as he studied her in an intimate manner from his kneeling position. He inhaled deeply, the sound filling the room for a moment or two. Then his tongue was flicking along the seam of her swollen labia. She moaned again, lifting her hips to his mouth. His hand came up to press against her belly, holding her hips down on the bed.

She groaned in frustration to know she couldn\'t offer him more of herself. He held her down as his tongue slowly worked it\'s self up and down the length of her swelling lips. Each pass saw the nimble muscle slip a little deeper. It flicked over the small nub of her clit, drawing her closer to the verge of climax. Her hands fisted about the blankets beneath her, her back arched despite the hand planted on her stomach.

Just as she neared orgasm, his tongue moved away. She moaned in frustration. \'Please, Draco. I want you inside of me now!\' she told him. His eye brow went up, a smirk curling his lips. He stood without being told, his hands circling her ankles and bringing them up as he came to his feet. He grinned, spreading her legs wide, keeping her knees from bending. Her legs were splayed open, fully extended, held in his hands.

His cock slipped into her easily, filling her completely. She moaned loudly. He smirked down at her and began shifting his hips. His hard shaft slid in and out slowly, the ridge around the head rubbing at the clenching walls surrounding it. The feeling made him groan. He was going to have to work hard to maintain his concentration. And his erection.

\'Harder!\' she commanded. He obliged, shoving his cock into her a touch harder than before. He maintained a steady rhythm, continuing to go deep with each thrust. She moaned for him, the sound husky. It made his cock twitch with the knowledge that he was the cause of her breathlessness. Of her inflamed desires.

With her legs up in the air, Illiana could barely raise her hips to meet his. The position was awkward and didn\'t allow for much participation on her behalf. But she did the best she could, finally planting her hands on the mattress beneath her, just under her hips to use as leverage. It allowed her to rock her hips, her hands making a base to work from. He grunted as he slid in and out, her muscles fluttering around him wildly.

She could feel her orgasm building. Her belly quivered, as did her thighs. Her nipples were so hard, they hurt. She brushed her fingertips over them, the action making her moan loudly into the room. Watching her touch herself drove Draco on. His tempo picked up once again. His hips met hers with force as he continued to bury himself within her. He groaned when her fingers scissored around the peaked tips, squeezing them tightly.

The action made her muscles tighten up for a moment. Her pussy bore down on his cock. It was nearly enough to send him over the edge. He decided to slow the event down some. His thrusting motion subsided, his movements slow and measured. His hands began to rearrange her body. He tucked one of her legs between his while his other hand pulled the other over across his front. The maneuver served to roll half of her body onto it\'s side. Her shoulders were still planted on the bed, but from about the waist down, she was turned on her side. It enhanced the feel of the position.

\'Harder!\' she ordered again, her voice a mere whisper in the silence of the room. When he didn\'t immediately do as she had directed, she popped an eye open to look at him. He grinned, his hips still moving at a snail\'s pace. \' I want you to take me harder!\' she commanded.

His smile never waivered as he refused to comply a second time. In fact, this time he stopped completely. She frowned at him, wondering at his game. \' I\'ll gladly do as you command. But you have to comply with one of my orders,\' he told her smugly. She arched a brow at him in silent question. \' I will fuck you senseless. As long as you give yourself an orgasm. I want to see you bring yourself off. Slowly.\'

\'Of course. Anything,\' she nodded. The two of them moved at the same time. Draco pulled back to begin his thrusts again, watching as Illiana\'s hands cupped her breasts, the fingers closing over her nipples to pinch and pull. He made sure to move his hips slowly while her hands caressed her breasts. She panted and moaned, her hips automatically rocking up into his as she did so.

After several moments of tormenting her nipples, one hand slid lower, fingers creeping over her pale belly like a spider. A single digit wormed it\'s way into the upper most portion of her swollen flesh, finding the little nubbin that would bring about the climax she wanted to have. Her fingers pressed and rubbed over her clit slowly at first, then gradually increased their speed. Little panting breaths left her slightly parted lips. He rewarded her by thrusting his hips against her at a faster pace.

Each time her tempo changed, so did his. When she slowed, he slowed. When her fingers moved fast, his cock beat out the same rhythm. His body was demanding release, but he held himself back. He would come with her. Already, there was a tightening in his balls. The spot at the base of his spine was beginning to ache with the need for completion. He nearly lost his control when she gave off a loud moan. But her fingers went into frenzied motion. He knew this was the end for her, as well.

As she ground her finger into her clit, his cock slammed into her in a furious pace. His shaft was swelling, twitching as he drew nearer his goal. Finally, Illiana\'s body went stiff. Her back bowed up off the bed as her muscles tightened over his cock. A cry left her throat, then she was subsiding to the bed. Her body was spasming as she rode the waves of her orgasm. The muscled walls of her pussy were still squeezing enthusiastically at his cock.

He groaned, his hips slamming into hers as he felt his own release wash over him. Thick jets of his seed were being pumped into her body as he mindlessly thrust himself into her. It took several more strokes to fully milk himself dry. He then collapsed onto the bed, rolling to the side so her wouldn\'t crush her with his weight. His arms reached for her, pulling her next to him. At the moment, he didn\'t care that they were not fully on the bed. His only concern was gathering his strength back up.

\'Gods, that was amazing!\' she whispered, her voice filled with no small amount of awe. He smirked, knowing she was not one to give praise without reason.

Oh, yes. He was definitely going to need his strength......

end chapter seven.
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my thanks, as always, to madam shark for all her help. she\'s the greatest.

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