Deliciously So... (Editing)

Disclaimers and Thanks I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, and hope J.K. won’t make me pay copyright for all the daydreaming I do with some of her creations ^.^’’

I thank Maria Elena and Persephone for betaing, thanks so much!!

I thank Die Hexe for inspiring this chapter. I’m sure you like the final result honey.

I thank you all for reading my story, and those who write me reviews. It’s really helpful. Thank you. *bows*


Lady Lynn: I wonder, I wonder…

Anathema: I suppose we’d have to be especially naughty though…*sighs*

Angel: As soon as I could. Hope you enjoy it.

La Bibliographe: I suppose Lucius would feel insulted if she prefers corporal punishment to kissing him. I was half inclined to get him to whip her, but decided it would be interesting this way. I’m realizing he seems to have schizophrenia but he is quite confused. You read my mind, my dear.

Criosodan: Hope you enjoy this chapter.

99: Thank you a lot, it’s a pleasure to use the characters like this, but also quite hard…I tried to hurry chapter 7 as I knew it would be cruel to keep you waiting, but it was very demanding to find a good punishment

Mistress Malfoy: Thank you dear, I’m honoured. Really am. As soon as I have some free time (meaning now, as I’m on holiday) I’ll post ok? *smiles*

Die Hexe: I told you, you would adore him! Eh eh eh, anyway the punishment was cool, wish I had the same choice…*sobs*

Gaps of Misery: I think I do deserve a Happy New Year for this one. And don’t punish yourself dear, you need your hands to write to me again *winks*I wouldn’t say you’re old ^.^



Graveyards and Bathtubs

“The Dark Lord is calling.”

They stood up, leaving the table and a worried Draco behind.

“What should I do?” He asked their turned backs.

“Stay here. If you are required, I will come to retrieve you.” His father answered shortly, before muttering a few words, his clothes transforming into his black Death Eater robes, and placing a hand in his pocket to retrieve his mask. Turning around he noticed that Severus had also changed. Waving his hand graciously he asked his friend “Shall we?” and they both disapparated instantly.


They found themselves in a graveyard, surrounded by tombstones and various statues of angels covered with ivy. They could see very little as the only light was provided by the nearly full moon, partially obscured by the slight mist surrounding them.

“Now who do we have here? The opportunist Malfoy and the half-blood Severus,” a cold voice said mockingly.

“Good Evening, Bellatrix.” Lucius sighed as he turned to face the woman behind them. She was wearing black robes with her long black hair flowing down her back, and her gaunt eyes gleaming bright with malice.

“You seem to be keeping well, Lucius. With what dignity do you come here after having wormed your way out of Azkaban yet again? You betrayed us!”

“Oh look, Severus. Bellatrix seems to have found someone else to insult, she must have tired of you already. How is it you do not know how to keep a lady interested?” He asked his friend, grinning under the mask.

“Snape has proven his loyalty by annihilating Dumbledore! Although I seriously doubt he would have done so, had it not been for the Unbreakable Vow he made with Narcissa.”

“How flattering,” the dark wizard sneered.

“Dear Bella, you cannot possibly blame me for wanting to get out of that infernal place.”

“I remained there for fourteen long years! I have already proven my loyalty time and time again!” she shrieked.

“You also were the only one to evade capture at the Ministry after being saved by the Dark Lord.”

“What do you mean?!”

“Nothing, my dear. But you must admit that if it hadn’t been for our Lord’s well-timed arrival, you too would have been captured.”

“You were the one who failed to defeat those brats and retrieve the prophecy! It is entirely your fault! And if you wish to know, I would have gladly returned to Azkaban!”

“Ah, but whose fault is it that our Lord had to reveal himself before he had planned?” He smirked.

“YOU WANT TO FIGHT, LUCIUS?” she screamed

“Looks like I’m just in time for a party.” A hoarse voice growled from the shadows.

“Who goes there?” Bellatrix hissed, wand at the ready.

“Careful where you point that thing, love.” A bark-like laugh sounded through the night. “So who is here? Demented Bella, Pretty-boy Malfoy and the Half-blood.” A tall man strode out, his matted grey hair and hungry eyes unmistakable.

“Fenrir, you certainly are no Pure-blood. You’re not even human” Snape scoffed.

“Want to see what this non-human can do to your throat?” he asked flexing his hands, emphasizing the presence of yellowed claws where his fingernails should have been.

“No, thank you. I’ve just eaten; I wouldn’t want to suffer from indigestion.” He retorted.

The bark-like laugh sounded again, “You know how to make me laugh, Snape. And you haven’t pissed yourself, I’ll give you that. But no matter, I’ve already had my fill.” He moved into the moonlight, showing the other three his blood stained mouth, “And I don’t think you would be very edible anyway.”

“Lucky me.” He smiled faintly, quite thankful the Werewolf had a sense of humour. “I wouldn’t have expected to see you here, Fenrir. It was full moon just days ago.”

“If you’re worried I’ll lose control, don’t be. I’m perfectly sane at the moment. Once you get used to it, you become less affected. But it does leave you with an uncomfortable hunger...”

“Well, it’s a good thing you found someone to snack on then, isn’t it?” Bellatrix said snidely.

“I’m not just talking about that kind of hunger, my dear.” He purred, eyes alight.

The raven-haired witch paled visibly and pulling her dark robes around her, glared at him menacingly, making the three men laugh.

Fenrir clapped his dirty hands together. “So where’s the host? Can’t start a party without a host,” his raspy voice growled. “I guess you didn’t bring your son eh, Malfoy?”

“No, but if he is required I will send for him.” He answered with a bored voice.

“He is bringing disgrace to your already dishonoured family!” Bellatrix spat “First you betray us, then your weak son gets cold feet when he should be swearing his undying loyalty to our Lord! And Narcissa has disgraced both our names!”

“Bella, Bella. Be nice,” a hiss sounded in the distance.

“My Lord!”

A black robed figure walked into their midst, trailed by a shorter figure, who, judging by the silvery right hand, had to be Wormtail. At its master’s feet was the ever-present Nagini, who was starting to coil herself around one of the statues, dark eyes observing the scene before her.

The witch and the two wizards bent on their knees and kissed the hem of his robes; getting to her feet quickly, she shot a look of pure venom at the grey haired man leaning against a marble column, busy licking his fingers for any leftovers.

“You dare disrespect our Lord and Master?” she snarled

Raising a grey eyebrow he barked again with laughter and gave a dramatic roll of his hand before bowing. “I didn’t think you wanted me to dirty your robes, my Lord.” He grinned, licking his blood red lips

“Don’t worry, Bella,” he hissed, “Fenrir is fine as he is. Now you may be wondering why I have called you here. It is time to free our captured comrades.”

“My Lord, forgive me. But why is he here?” She pouted, sending looks of loathing to the wizard whose silvery hair was visible behind the hood.

“Lucius has proven his loyalty. I see no reason for him not to be here.”

“But he lied to get out of Azkaban! He betrayed us! He betrayed you, my Lord!”

“Bellatrix!” the blond wizard snarled “I shall remind you that I have served our Lord’s cause on more than one occasion since my release.”

“You should have remained in Azkaban!” She screamed.

“May I point out that currently no one here can show their face publicly? Not even Severus or Draco now that they’ve taken care of that doddering old fool! Fenrir is certainly unadvisable; Pettigrew is supposed to be dead! And you, my pretty Bella, if you were ever to go anywhere without someone to hold you down, you would either end up getting killed or losing control.” He smirked “So having someone who may not be allowed anywhere near the Ministry now, but can still move about freely, is an advantage, I’m sure.”

“But-”

“Silence, Bella!” Lord Volemort cried. He was suddenly loosing all patience. Although amusing at first to witness the argument his followers always offered whenever they got together, he quickly grew tired of it, as it reminded him of all the weak feelings mortals could feel. He could no longer relate to that, he was too superior. Hearing it continuously made him angry. Becoming calm again he hissed “He speaks the truth. His reasons were not unknown to me, and I cannot complain, as our dear Lucius seems to be making up for his past mistakes.”

“Thank you, my Lord.”

“Lucius, kindly tell your son that he should soon decide where his loyalties lie. I shall wait one week more before I will take his reluctance as refusal to join our ranks.”

“Yes, my Lord”

“Now, getting back to the reason for our little gathering…” a thin smile curving his lipless mouth.


*****


“Did Miss enjoy her meal?” the House Elf asked her.

“Yes. Thanks, Blinky.” She stared at him thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “Blinky, what did you do to you face?”

“My face?” It started touching its cheeks in case they were dirty.

“Yes, your face: its covered in bandages.”

“Ah. Blinky displeased Master. Blinky had to punish himself. Blinky put his head in the oven.”

“You did what?!”

“I is punishing myself, Miss.” It said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Yes, but why?!”

“I is dropping Master’s gloves.”

She looked at the creature in shock. “He made you put your head in the oven just for dropping his gloves?” she asked faintly.

“Yes, Miss.” It answered nodding its head energetically so its bad ears flapped.

“Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable!” How could he treat House Elves like that? How could anyone treat another living being like that? She was about to swear to owl the Minister of Magic about it, but mentally kicked herself. I don’t even know if I’ll ever get out of here alive.

She looked back at the Elf who was busy making the tray that had carried her dinner disappear.

“Blinky, may I see your injuries? I know I don’t have a wand at the moment. But I may be able to give you some non-magical First Aid.”

“Miss must not worry for Blinky!” It was shocked. She cared for Blinky. This young witch, who had been hurt because of him, was actually caring! Its large eyes filled with tears.

“I insist.” She said sternly but smiling.

“I…Yes, Miss.” So taking one trailing end of the bandage, she slowly revealed its face. Hermione let out a gasp of horror as she saw he had many serious burns, and a big welt just above his left eye.

“Oh, Blinky!” She looked more carefully and realised she could do very little. These type of burns needed a specific ointment or a healing potion. She had neither, she couldn’t even cast a painkiller charm to numb the obviously tender skin. “I’m sorry. I can’t do a thing…” She stopped, as her eyes fell on the little jar left by Malfoy. He had said it was for the wounds.

She stood up and walking a few feet bent down and picked up the jar. Opening it she sniffed the yellow salve gingerly. It smells of…Wintergreen…That means it’s a healing ointment! But I’ve never seen one this colour before…wait a second. In ‘Moste Potente Potions’ it talks about a healing ointment, that resembles this one. But who would be able to brew and distil such a complex substance? And then it dawned on her: Snape.

If Snape had made this, then it would be effective, but that also meant it could have some other hidden effects. She didn’t want to make the poor elf suffer more than it already had. Taking a bit on her finger, she rubbed the palm of her left hand with it. She gasped as it hissed, steam issuing from the wounds; and seconds later, it disappeared along with the cuts!

Should there be any undesirable effects over the next hour she would know that either Snape or Malfoy had been trying to weaken her and then take advantage of it; if not she would give it to Blinky. Turning back to the newly bandaged Elf she said slowly “So, do you want to show me the Manor?”


*****


“Minister! Minister!”

Rufus Scrimgeour lifted his head up from his paperwork, as a near hysteric young man came barging into his office, pushing the door open with such force the glass panels shook.

“What? What has happened? It better be good enough for you to think you can barge in here with such a lack of manners.”

“I’m sorry, Minister but it’s an emergency!”

“An emergency?!” he leapt from his chair, the strength and determination he had shown as an Auror for so many years lighting up his yellow eyes.

“Azkaban is empty! There has been a massive breakout!”

“How could this have happened? Where were the guards?”

“That’s the other problem, sir.” He wet his lips, pausing a second to catch his breath. “The Aurors who were guarding the place, along with some of the prisoners, have all been found dead. There’s not a soul in the place.”

The Minister of Magic was known for his moral fibre and valorous deeds as an Auror. He was like an aging lion: old but still every bit as fierce. No amount of courage, however, could stop him from feeling his knees give way, forcing him to sit down again.

“All dead?” He asked faintly.

“Yes, sir.”

“I can imagine who was behind this. You-know-who, if I’m correct?”

“Partially, sir. You see, there was the Dark Mark over the fortress and all the escaped prisoners were Death Eaters, but the Aurors were not killed by wizards.”

“No?”

“All of the bodies appear to have had the Dementor’s Kiss; they are beyond all hope.”

“So the Dementors were involved.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alert Gawain Robards immediately. Call the head of the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures. Summon the Wizengamot! We don’t have a moment to loose! Why are you still here?! Go!”

“Yes, sir!” and he ran out the door before the minister could say another word, disapparating straight away.

“Damn it, Dumbledore. You just had to go when you’re needed the most.” He said bitterly.


*****


They had been walking for hours! Hermione couldn’t believe the Manor was so big. It seemed to be adding rooms to every corridor they went in, and after reminding herself she was in a wizarding home, she thought it could be. Blinky had shown her the library, which was so vast it made her mouth drop: the Hogwarts Library was nothing compared to this! The Malfoy family had most likely been collecting all these books for centuries. It shouldn’t come as a shock that their collection was so extensive. She was tempted to have a look to see if there was anything on Horcruxes but Blinky stopped her, saying “Master wants to show Miss the library personally.”

She had seen the drawing room and the dining room. There was even a ball room and a hunting room, although she did not actually enter the latter. She found herself thinking about the guided tours muggles often took in old country houses and castles. It seemed to be exactly the same— apart from the magical factor, of course. The portraits of many generations past kept looking down at her. She recognized one of them as the picture of Mrs. Walburga Black, who fortunately seemed to be in her other picture in Grimmauld Place in London. She remembered that awful house: how it was full of dark artefacts, how Mrs. Black in particular had called her a Mudblood and other such slurs. If she had been recognized by her, she wouldn’t have been able to spend a moment’s peace within the Manor’s walls, as she seriously doubted the Malfoy ancestors would approve of her parentage or keep quiet about the fact.

Thinking about the sinister objects found in Grimmauld Place, she realized that here there were none. True, it had an eerie and cold atmosphere with all the grandeur of the designs and furniture, but at least it wasn’t filled with all the frightening things the Black’s House had contained. She supposed this was because the Malfoys were used to having many important guests; she was sure Cornelius Fudge, as pretentious and miserly attached to money as he had been, would not have turned a blind eye on a troll foot umbrella holder.

“I thinks that is enough for tonight, Miss.” She heard from somewhere below her waist. Looking up she found they were in front of her room again.

“Oh, alright. Thank you.”

“Would Miss like a bath before going to sleep?”

“A bath?”

“Yes, Blinky will have it ready in no time.”

“That would be wonderful. But where must I go?” She remembered that her room had no other doors inside, and she would rather avoid walking into Lucius Malfoy’s personal bathroom.

“To Miss’ bathroom, of course.”

“I have a bathroom?”

“Yes, look.” And scurrying in her room it went to the wall where the ebony wardrobe was. There was a small engraving in the wall of what she thought looked like a kelpie. Blinky stroked the little water horse with one of its long fingers, and immediately the wall disappeared to reveal a splendid marble bathroom with gold pipes and decorations all over the walls. As soon as they had entered, dozens of candles started floating around the room, immersing them in a soft light. The bath tub itself was absolutely gorgeous and was big enough to fit even Hagrid in comfortably! She had to admit that you couldn’t get any more luxurious than this.

“Does Miss want a bath?” the elf asked again, smiling slightly at her reaction. “Miss might feel better if she had a nice hot bath.”

“That would be lovely.” She intoned with a radiant smile.

Bowing slightly “Blinky will have it ready in a minute. Please wait in your room.”

Exiting to her room she looked down at her left hand. It was completely healed, and from what she had seen form the various clocks littered all over the place, more than two hours had passed.

“Bath is ready, Miss.”

“Oh, thanks a lot. Blinky, I have something for you. Here, take this.” And she presented him with the jar of ointment. “It will heal the burns.”

“No, no! Miss must not! Blinky cannot!”

“You can and you will. Any complaints from your Master and just tell him it was I who gave you it. Just keep your bandages on for a few days. I’m not even sure he would remember you had injuries, the way he treats you.”

“But Miss, you need it!”

“I do not! Your burns are a lot more serous than these little cuts. Don’t worry. Take it.”

“I-”

“Blinky, take it! Pretend I’m one of your masters.” She winked “I’m ordering you to take it.”

He looked at her disbelievingly for a second longer then started crying once again “Thank you, Miss. Blinky doesn’t know how he can repay you. Blinky would do anything for kind Miss.” Then its eyes widened remarkably and it furrowed its brow, as though deep in thought. It looked up to her face with a look of determination that she had not yet seen in its tennis ball eyes. “Blinky has thought of way to repay Miss. Miss cannot leave house. But Blinky can! Miss writes a letter to friends and Blinky will hand it to them!”

She couldn’t believe her ears. He was actually offering her a chance to escape in exchange for this ointment?! She could escape! But…

“But Blinky, you would be disobeying your Master’s orders. If you were found out you would be punished severely. I cannot ask this of you.”

“No Miss. Blinky is not afraid. Blinky is disobeying Master and will punish himself later. But Blinky will do this. It is Blinky’s fault Miss is here.”

“But Blinky, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Miss! Blinky did not understand Dobby when he was disobeying master to help Harry Potter. He was punishing himself every time he helped him.” It said “But now Blinky is understanding. It does not matter how much Blinky gets hurt if he helps Miss. Miss was the first person to be kind to Blinky. And Blinky wants to thank Miss properly!”

“But-” she began.

“Blinky will not take no for an answer!” And snapping its fingers a piece of parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink appeared instantly. “Write the letter and Blinky will be gone before Master realizes it.”

“Oh Blinky! If I manage to escape I will have you set free! I promise! You don’t mind that, do you? Some House Elves do.” She added hurriedly, remembering Winky’s reaction after she had been set free.

“Blinky would bring shame to my’s family, but Blinky does not care!” It grinned.

“Thank you! Thank you!” she started crying this time for joy. Picking up the quill she scribbled a quick letter to Harry, explaining where she was, and partly what had happened. It was moments like these when she preferred to forget, if only for the time being. She handed the letter to Blinky, and then suddenly she kissed him on his bandaged cheek. “Blinky, thank you!”

From what little flesh she could see on his face, she saw he was blushing furiously. “No problem, Miss.” It snapped its fingers and made the bottle and quill disappear, then tucked the letter safely within the ragged pillowcase it wore. “Now Miss must get in the bath. And wait. I will go to Harry Potter, yes?”

“Yes!”

“Very well, Miss.” and after smiling once again, it disapparated with a loud crack.

She could escape! She could get away! Harry would read the letter and they would come here to save her! She was so happy she hummed a little tune as she went to the bathroom. Blinky had filled the bath with steaming rose scented water. She noticed it had not stopped there as there were rose petals also in the bath. Stripping off the shirt and trousers she had borrowed, she entered the water.

It was absolutely marvellous! The fragrance was so sweet and the hot water was soothing her tense body; it was so perfect she was forgetting where she was. She must try and find a way to free Blinky once she got away, and all the other elves of the Manor! She was sure they could be employed to some other more deserving family, maybe even the Weasleys. She was just so happy, now that a new lantern of hope could be seen and was leading her out of the darkness.

*****


Lucius Malfoy apparated into his front Hall, followed by Severus Snape, who, after changing back into his normal black robes, turned to his host and said shortly “I think I shall retire early tonight, Lucius. The evening’s climactic events seem to have worn me out along with your continuous squabbling with Bellatrix. I will see you in the morning. That is if she hasn’t decided suddenly to murder you in your bed.” Before disapparting again.

Severus is right. Tonight has been rather eventful. I too should go rest soon. I need to save my energy for tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to be too exhausted for Miss Granger.

He was just about to disapparate to his rooms when he noticed Blinky the House Elf cowering at his feet.

“Does Master need anything?”

“No, I do not. I was disappointed however, that Blinky was not here to greet me as soon as I arrived.”

“I is sorry Master. I was seeing to the Miss.”

“You dare find excuses? Bad Blinky.” With that he swung his cane at the Elf catching it under the head and sending it sprawling on the floor.

“I is sorry Master.” It sobbed.

“Get out of my sight. Wait one moment,” for his eye had been caught by a piece of parchment protruding out of the creature’s filthy garment. “What is that?” he asked pointing at the elf’s chest.

“I…I…that is a letter M-master Draco asked Blinky to p-post.” It squeaked, its large eyes looking worried.

“Oh, that is interesting. Why did Draco not use his owl to post the letter and asked you?” he inquired softly.

“I-I is n-not knowing.”

“I’m sure Draco won’t mind me reading this mysterious letter. Hand it over.”

“B-but…”

“You dare disobey your Master!” he snarled. He pressed his foot down on the Elf’s chest so it could not move, and after removing the letter from the soiled pillowcase, he opened it and started to read:

Harry. It’s me, Hermione. I have been kidnapped and am being held at Malfoy Manor. Lucius Malfoy abducted me with a Portkey that was placed on my bed this morning.Please come as quickly as possible. Don’t try to pull anything heroic either, by coming alone or just with Ron. You need to get help from the others, and do it quickly. Please. –Hermione-

He crumpled the letter in his fist, as he felt his pulse racing. She was planning an escape then. She was turning his own servants against him! She was attempting to deceive him so that she could sneak away! Oh, she would pay! He had been a fool to think of a game of seduction. Such a fool! No, he would take her again and again! She would be begging for mercy and screaming out her agony! He kicked the elf and disapparated instantly, finding himself in her room.

He noticed she was not there but saw the door to the bathroom was open, and a soft fragrance was drifting into the room. Throwing off his cloak and rolling up his shirt sleeves, he stormed into the bathroom.

She had been feeling drowsy, with the hot water flowing against her, and the flowery perfume was certainly making her feel light headed, so she had closed her eyes just for a moment, resting her head on the edge of the tub. But suddenly she felt a strong hand grip her scalp and push her head underwater! She tried to struggle against the hand but it held her down tightly. She started panicking and feeling an intense need to breathe, she scratched at the hand with her nails but to no avail! And just when she felt as if she was suffocating, she was pulled violently out of the water by her hair.

Coughing and gasping for breath she looked at her aggressor and found it was Lucius Malfoy with a mad gleam in his eyes. Before she could do anything else he pushed her underwater again. She dug her nails in his wrist but it made no difference, he only gripped her harder. He kept her there for more than a minute before pulling her out again.

Over her spluttering she heard his voice, so venomous she became even more terrified. “You dare set my servants against me!” and he pushed her head back down. “You dare send a letter to Potter for help!” He dunked her in the water yet again before taking a hold of her hair and pulling her forward. She was gasping for breath, trying not to choke on the water she had swallowed. “I had decided to be kind. I had decided to be merciful! To treat you well! To give you food and clothing and comfort! I had you healed! And you, you ungrateful whore plot against me while I was out!” he hissed his face only inches from hers.

“I-it isn’t B-blinky’s fault. D-don’t p-punish him. I-I am th-the one at fault! I-I suggested i-it.” She managed to say while spluttering and gasping for the pain.

“You don’t even try to deny it!” he said incredulously. All she cares about is the bloody elf! I’ll give her something to worry about! “You disappoint me, Miss Granger. I do not like disappointments.”

Letting go of her head he moved his hand to her throat and started to squeeze. “I do not like disappointments at all!” She didn’t move to stop his hand. She just looked at him with a resigned expression on her face, a single tear rolling down her already wet face she said faintly “Just don’t hurt Blinky.”

He couldn’t believe it! He seriously could not! She was about to die and she cared for an elf?! He just gripped her throat tighter. He could feel her gulping for air, could hear her gasping breaths. He looked at her closed eyes, her blotchy cheeks, her wet hair clinging to her body; her chest rising and falling as she tried to breathe more deeply. He did not know what made him do it, but his grip lessened, till it was just a soft caress. Moving his fingers around her throat, he trailed them on her collarbone.

She opened her eyes, surprised. One minute he was strangling her and the next he is stroking her! What is happening?!

She felt his fingers travel slowly downwards towards her right breast. He circled the nipple a couple of times, making her breath catch in her throat.

“W-what are you doing?!” she asked hoarsely, he was making her skin crawl. She preferred to die than endure his caresses. She did not want to be a sex toy! She did not want to be his whore!

But he didn’t answer. He simple leaned forwards and took her nipple in his mouth, flicking it softly with his tongue before sucking it. She felt light-headed. She didn’t know if it was the boiling hot water, the sweet perfume of the roses or the fact she was lacking oxygen from his attempts at drowning her; maybe it was a combination of all three, but for whatever reason, her body felt incredibly warm. And his touch, it was driving her insane! His tongue disgusted her! She loathed it, but it was sending shivers of pleasure around her body. His other hand found its way to her other breast and was starting to mirror the same movements of his tongue. She let out a moan.

He had lost all consciousness of what he was doing. He didn’t know if it was the flowery steam, or her flushed body, but he felt the desire to touch her! He didn’t realise he was on his knees, now taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He didn’t realise a single thing until he heard her moan.

Looking up quickly he saw she had her eyes closed, her face was red. As soon as he had stopped touching her she looked up, disgust clear in her eyes, but there was emotion he had not yet seen in those hazel orbs: Lust!

He took hold of her chin and licked her lips before whispering lightly “You are mine.”

With that he left her, picking up his discarded garments as he went.


Authors Note: This chapter is rather long, as it is my Xmas Present for you. I was inclined to end it when Lucius reads the letter but decided against it. This chapter was very demanding, as many new characters are in it.

I must say that Fenrir was great fun, as I had to imagine a lot since he is only in 3 pages of the 6th book., and he is a character who is full of animalistic desires (for a good reason!) and isn’t really bothered about Voldemort which is a first. I did a very mental thing and spent hours searching for what moon there was the 19th of September 1997 (the day it takes place) as I wouldn’t want Fenrir transforming in the middle of a meeting.

To fill things in for those who did not realise while reading: Mrs Walburga Black is the real name of Sirius’ mother. Gawain Robards is the Auror who takes Scrimgeours place when he became Minister.

Now let me say thank you for reading and MERRY XMAS!

kisses Ophelia Immortal

p.s. Am editing my other chapters by the way, just some things here and there that my marvellous betareader Persephone has found can improve the story. Thank you honey.