Necessary Evils

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, am making no money off of this
Title: Necessary Evils
Author: Lady Feylene
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Narcissa
Warning: Graphic sexual situations, semi-noncon.
Summary: Narcissa will do anything to preserve the family name. And keep her ass out of Azkaban while she\'s at it.

Arthur Weasley was at it again.

Narcissa Malfoy was not a stupid woman, nor was she ignorant. She had known the wolves would come creeping round the doorstep with Lucius in Azkaban. But she hadn’t expected them quite so soon.

Leaning back in her chair, Narcissa took up her wine glass and stared into the fireplace. A few muttered words and a fire was crackling away, far too cheerily for her liking. Another word and the flames turned silent and blue.

Word had come that morning. Arthur Weasley was pushing for a raid of the Malfoy Manor. And as much as Narcissa liked to believe she knew everything her husband brought into their home…

Merlin knew what was hidden under floorboards and behind tapestries. Enough to send her aristocratic arse off to join her husband. That simply could not happen.

Draco was useless. The brat knew less then she did. And he planned on taking over for Lucius when he came of age? The notion was ridiculous.

She needed to take things into her own hands. One did not survive as the wife of such a man as Lucius by being meek and complacent. Arthur Weasley needed to be stopped. Once his yammering was stopped the ministry would turn it’tenttentions to more important things.

Killing him was far too risky. And obvious. Arthur turned up dead or missing, and the Aurors would be all over the place. No, this needed to be handled delicately. She could offer him money, but he wouldn’t take it. He had too much pride for that. What did he want? What could he be swayed by?

In truth, he had little. A crumbling shack, enough brats to poison the gene pool for years to come, and a fat little wife. And of course his *wonderful* job. She wondered if he realized that he was paid the least out of any department head in the Ministry.

She supposed what it came down to was that Arthur was a man. A sad middle aged man with a dead end job and what *had* to be a family that drove him mad. And the wife…

How stable was their marriage? Narcissa frowned thoughtfully, tapping her lips. That Molly woman he was married to was *quite* a dowdy thing. And fat. And considering how many children she’d popped out…the thought was quite nauseating.

Men were men. She would simply appeal to his basest interests. She had two hours before he would be leaving for home…that gave her time…

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There were times that called for subtlety. Narcissa honestly didn’t know if this was one of those times. She supposed she’d simply have to see how things went. She adjusted her pale grey robes, patted her hair-pinned up in curls at the back of her head-and tucked her wand into her pocket, grabbed a rather handy knick-knack she’d picked up in Knockturn alley, and was off.

Traveling. It was such a plebian thing, really, having to move oneself from place to place. Though Apparating was the least crass of methods, she still found it distasteful. Someone else should be able to exert that effort for her.

And the ministry building. Merlin knew what germs she was picking up just walking through it. And the stares! All the unwashed, low-minded cretin’s undressing her with their eyes…

Lucius’ trial *had* to go well, or she would certainly go mad.

Getting directions to Arthur’s office was simple. Actually *getting* there was horrific, to say the least. She was jostled and brushed up against by no less then ten people. She wanted to be home, in her manor, with her servants.

“Weasley?” She didn’t bother knocking, she simply opened the door and walked into the…office. If one wanted to be generous enough to use the word ‘office’. It was a pigsty! Papers and book and junk for which she had no name littered the entire cramped space.

“Mrs. Malfoy.” She gave him a cool look for the tone of voice he used with her. “What can I help you with?”

He didn’t seem surprised to see her. He probably eted ted her to beg. Malfoys-even those by marriage-did not beg.

“This is purely a social visit,” Narcissa cooed, sitting down and crossing her legs.

“Social?” Arthur snorted. “What do you want?”

“What do *I* want?” Narcissa tipped her head back and laughed. He was such a sad, silly man really. “I’m actually here to give *you* something.”

“Me?” He shook his head and folded his arms. “What could you possibly have that I’d want?” He was watching her closely. She rose and closed his office door before turning back to him.

“You’d be surprised,” she told him, unfastening her robes and letting them fall to the floor. She was naked beneath.

The look on Weasley’s face was priceless. He looked rather like a man in the grips of Imperius, wide eyed and strained. His face went as red as what hair was left to him, and he gripped the edge of his desk.

“What…?” he managed to gasp out. Narcissa laughed again. Men were such easy things to manipulate.

“Comw, Iw, I know you aren’t *that* stupid…” She advanced on him, her hands snaking up around his neck. Did that fat cow he was tied to even sleep with him anymore? Probably not, assuming the flow of brats had stopped fourteen years ago.

“What are you doing?” A bit more snap this time, but not much.

“What do you think?” She pressed her bare body against him. Merlin, she wanted Lucius. But if she was going to get him back…

“Stop this…at…at once…”

“Stop?” Narcissa looked up at him, batting her eyelashes. Did he really think he was serious? Her hands roamed over his body, slipping into the waistband of his cheap trousers. No, he didn’t want her to stop.

“S-s-stop…” It was almost plaintive now.

“But you want this,” Narcissa whispered into his ear. She wanted to be ill. She dropped to her knees, drawing down his trousers as she went.

In her years of marriage, she had never taken another man besides her husband. And now she remembered why. Lucius was beautiful. He was perfection, or nearly so. Other men were Arthur Weasley. Middle aged, balding, and meagerly endowed.

He didn’t try to stop her when she took him into her mouth. He stood unmoving as she worked, holding the base of his cock firmly to prevent him from finishing.

His hands were on her shoulders. She wondered what his thought process was, to get him to that point. How was he justifying this to himself? She doubted he’d ever been unfaithful before. He was the perfect family man. If only his precious family could see him now…

A few more moments and his hands were in her hair, pulling out the pins and allowing it to tumble free. He was nowhere near as elegant as Lucius was. Hands threaded through her ivory locks, and he began to moan. Quietly. As though he didn’t want to.

Almost. She only needed to keep this up a little bit longer.

Merlin, but it was wretched. She didn’t even want to think about it. About where he’d *been*. She had to suppress a shudder, forcing her mind to remain detached. She was doing this for Lucius, and herself. Oh yes, and the boy. She forgot about him most of the time. But he was hardly ever home…

Arthur was moaning, thrusting into her mouth. There. He’d given up whatever inner battle he was fighting. She released him, relaxing her throat against his climax. Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.

Then it was over. She stood, wiping her lips with a delicate hand. He looked terrified, a rabbit caught in a trap.

“You…” Arthur started, his breath heavy and his voice labored.

“*You* will stop your relentless petitioning of the Minister to raid my family manor,” Narcissa said coolly.

“I…I will do no such thing!” Arthur yanked up his trousers, looking indignant. “You think you can…you can do *that*, and I’ll do whatever you ask? You don’t me at all. Get it through your head, I am not like you!”

“I know you’re not,” Narcissa said, summoning her hair pins and doing her hair back up. “You’re just a man. But I don’t think *any* man’s wife would like to hear about what just happened.” she paused, and gave him a sly smile. “It’s Molly, isn’t it?”

“You…you wouldn’t…” His voice said he knew she would. They both know.

“Don’t try and be so naive.” She picked up her robes and shrugged them back on. “You stop, or Molly gets a friendly little letter about what just happened in here.”

“She won’t believe you.”

“But I’m sure she’ll believe proof.” Narcissa reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, flat object. “It’s all recorded here.”

“What?”

“Is that disbelief?” Narcissa laughed. “This isn’t an illegal device.” Despite that it had come from Knockturn Alley. “And it has everything. Up until the end, of course.”

“You bitch!”

“Manners, Mr. Weasley!” Narcissa acted affronted. “Call of the hounds, or say goodbye to your marriage.”

He looked almost as though he was torn. Of course he would be, he’d been after Lucius for years. But he was a Gryffindor. He was the noble one, the righteous one. He’d spare his family.

“Fine.” he sounded defeated. He was. Narcissa smiled and put the device back in her pocket.

“I knew you’d see reason.” She patted her hair a final time. “And remember…if you don’t behave, this *will* come out.” She opened the door, rather pleased with herself. That had gone much smoother then she’d imagined. She looked over shoulder, giggling a bit at him. “Ciao, Arthur.”

He didn’t say a thing. He turned away, bringing his fist down hard on his desk. His trousers were slipping down, and she swore he was going to cry. And he thought *his* side was going to triumph? They were all fools. No wonder Lucius laughed at them. Even now, she hoped he was laughing.

Such a sad, broken little man, Arthur Weasley. She had to tell Lucius. He’d be proud of her. Or thankful at least. Maybe she’d let this out to tubliublic anyway…

It all depended on her mood, really.

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