Loss of Control
Loss of Control
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Disclaimer:
them for my own amusement.
Content rated NC17. Basically,
this is total smut. If that offends you stop right here.
I see Lucius as being in total
control always.
They met at Flourish and
Blotts quite by accident. She was there
with her friends from work and he with his wife.
working in a Wizard law office as a legal secretary.
Gwen’s friend Abigail nudged
her and said, “Look, its Lucius Malfoy and his wife.
Gwen looked across the room to
where the tall, blond, exceptionally handsome man and his wife were standing,
“Hey, I know her. She used to baby-sit
when I was younger. That’s Narcissa
Black. Let’s go talk to her.”
Abby grabbed her arm and said,
“You can’t just go ‘talk’ to Lucius Malfoy, you must be properly introduced.”
“Well then let’s get
introduced,” Gwen said as she started across the floor, leaving Abby behind.
“Narcissa, is that you?” Gwen
asked as she walked up to the couple.
The older woman turned and
looked toward the voice, and smiled when she recognized the younger woman
standing there, “Gwen, how nice to see you, dear.
care of you.” She said warmly, turning to her husband she added, “Lucius, this
is Gwendolyn Wharton, I used to baby-sit her many years ago.
Gwen extended her hand, “Mr.
Malfoy, how nice to meet you.”<
“And you,” he said pinning her
with his icy blue eyes.
“How is your family, I haven’t
seen any of them for years,” Narcissa asked.
“They are doing very
well. Thank you for asking.
sure she’d love to hear from you”
“I will have to get in touch
with her, but, what about you, what are you doing with yourself these days, are
you working?” The two women started to
catch up and never noticed that Lucius moved several steps away from them, but,
continued to study the younger woman.
Narcissa and Gwen made plans
to meet for lunch one day soon and parted ways.
As Gwes was walking out the door with her friends she realized Mr.
Malfoy was next to her, “It was so nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy.” She said.
“It was my pleasure,” he
replied.
“Could have been,” Gwen said
just loud enough for him to hear as she moved past him.
caused.
They ran into each other twice
more in the next few weeks, the first time at a Quiddich match at Hogwarts.
Seeing she was alone on her way to her seat Lucius approached her, “Miss
Wharton, isn’t it? Are yore hre hoping
for a Griffyndor win?”
“Why Mr. Malfoy, I’m surprised
that you remembered me. And yes, I’m sure they will win,” she replied.
would you be rooting for?”
“I’m just here to see my son,
Draco. And why would I not remember such
a charming young lady as you?” he asked
“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, you
are much too kind” she said, and then noticing a blond youngster who looked
almost identical to Lucius approaching she added, “This must be your son, he
looks just like you.”
“That he does.” Lucius said
“I’m taking him to Hogsmeade for lunch so; once again it’s been my pleasure.”
“Yes,” Gwen smiled, “It could
have been.”
Lucius who
had turned to greet Draco, looked back and caught her with his piercing gaze
and said, “Maybe next time, hmmm?”
Gwen smiled sweetly and
drawled, “There’s always that chance.”
The second time they ran into
each other she thought it might not have been an accident, it was at the bar
she and her friends frequented after work on Friday nights, to relax before
heading off to differing weekend pursuits.
The bar was a bit run down, and filled with a younger crowd, it was also
beneath Malfoy standards, and as such Gwen had never seen one of them there.
She was sitting at a table with Abby and two other women when she noticed
Lucius and another man walking in. Abby
grabbed her arm and said, “Gwen, look Lucius Malfoy is here.”
Having already made eye
contact with him Gwen smiled, “I can see that, Abby, I think I’ll have to go
say ‘hello’ since his companion seems to have left him alone while he talks to
that man.” Gwen walked across the room
to the table where Lucius sat. “Well, we meet again, how nice to see you, Mr.
Malfoy.”
“Miss Wharton, you look quite
nice tevenevening.” Lucius replied.
“Thank you, how kind of you to
notice,” Gwen smiled and then asked, “Will you be attending the Quiddich match
between Griffyndor and Slytherin tomorrow?”
“I think not, Slytherin will
win hands down, so it will be no contest,” he said smugly.
“What makes you so sure of
that?”
“My son is the seeker, he
can’t lose.” His reply dripped with Malfoy arrogance.
“Harry Potter is no slouch in
the seeking department; I think your son may have a battle on his hands.” Gwen
said hotly.
“Would you care to make a
wager on the outcome?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“What exactly would we bet?”
she asked.
“Something we would both hate
to lose,” he sneered. “Control.”
“What do you mean?”
easily, ‘what made him choose that’ she wondered.
“Whoever wins gets to ‘punish’
the other, however they choose,” he replied.
“Now that sounds very
interesting, Mr. Malfoy.
All right, you’re on,” she said, thinking it would be worth almost
anything to see him lose control.
“Until
tomorrow’s game, then.”
with.
Gwen smiled to herself as she
walked back to her friends at their table. As she was sitting down Abby asked,
“What was that all about? The two of you
looked like you wanted to devour each other…..not that I would mind having him
devour me, he is definitely a hottie.
How>How can you be so comfortable talking to him like that, his reputation
alone scares me? You act like he’s just
any other guy.”
“He is just any other
guy.” Gwen said.
Abby looked at hercredcredulously, “What planet have you been on, Gwen?”
“We made a bet on tomorrow’s
Quiddich game. I’m not sure if I want to
win or lose. Either way someone is going
to have a great time paying off that debt,” Gwen was still smiling.
“What are you mumbling about?”
Abby asked.
“Oh nothing important, nothing
at all,” Gwen said as she stared off into space.
she won this bet was filling her mind and making her head spin.