Raptus Regaliter – Royally Screwed

Raptus Regaliter

He marched down the corridor like he was royalty, his cane tapping on the floor as he strode towards his destination, his white blonde hair streaming out behind him. Arthur recognized the sound of that cane immediately, everyone in the Ministry did, but he had never heard it this close to the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts division. It was Lucius Malfoy and that could never be a good thing.

Lucius stood in Arthur’s doorway, staring down his noise in disgust. He stood there for a full minute, unaware of Arthur’s close scrutiny or maybe he just didn’t care. Lucius seemed to brace himself before stepping into the office; one would presume from his expression that he was being forced to enter a muddy ditch and that he didn’t want to get his cloak ruined. But no, Lucius Malfoy, powerful wizard, proud pureblood and Death Eater was simply stepping into Arthur Weasley’s office.

He coughed politely and Arthur realized, much to his horror, that he was expected to speak first.

“Er… what can I do for you, Lucius?” he asked as he gestured for Lucius to take a seat. Lucius closed the door with the top of his cane and sat on the rickety wooden chair as if he was sitting on a sharpened spike. Even sitting down he was an imposing sight; he smiled at Arthur, who had to keep himself from shuddering under that cool silver gaze.

“It has been brought to my attention that a certain artifact has come into your possession. It is mine, and I wish to retrieve it.”

Arthur quickly switched into work mode and started shuffling papers around his desk. “That’s easily done Mr. Malfoy. You just need to fill out a few forms and prove your ownership, and the item in question shall be returned to you forthwith.”

“You see, that’s the thing Arthur… I’d like to avoid any unnecessary paperwork, which is why I came to see you personally,” said Lucius, practically purring the last word, causing Arthur, much to his distress, to become immediately aroused.

“Well, I suppose I could do something…” he replied, looking anywhere other than Malfoy.

“How are wifewife and kids Arthur? I hear your youngest boy is getting on quite well with the young Mr. Potter. It must be nice for one of your boys to be so close to someone with power and influence.” Lucius smiled again, leaving Arthur to wonder exactly what was going on.

Pulling himself together, he replied, “Oh Molly’s fine, Lucius, and all the children are doing well.” He felt on safer ground talking about family, “How’s your son?”

“Draco is everything Narcissa and I could have hoped for; we are delighted with his progress at school so far,” he paused and smiled again, “So Arthur, about my item?”

“Well, I’ll need to know what it looks like.”

“It is nothing much really; I believe you may have picked it up on one of your raids a couple of nights ago. It has been lost for nearly five years, and I had feared it may have ended up in muggle hands,” Lucius pronounced Muggle as if complaining about a bad smell.

“Well, if you’ll describe it, I can go look for it in storage for you,” replied Arthur rather too keenly. He felt a great need to get Lucius Malfoy out of his office as quickly as possible.

“It is a locket, or would look like such to Muggle eyes and even to most witches or wizards who did not know its true purpose.21; 21;
“So, what’s it for?” asked Arthur meekly, suddenly feeling as if he was drunk.

“Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it? So, do you have such an item?”

Arthur vaguely remembered an item they had recovered from a Muggle house in Oxford. A small pendant that a young girl had found, she had claimed it could sing to her. The child’s parents had seen this as nothing but childish fantasy, until one night they had heard it too. Being the religious types, they had called in the local priest immediately, believing the item to be cursed. The authorities had gotten involved when the girl had attacked the priest and started chanting in a strange language. This job ended up on Arthur’s desk and, because no Dark Magic could be found, the Aurors had taken little interest and Arthur went to retrieve the item.

“Ah… so you do have it?” said Lucius somehow reading Arthur’s thoughts. “Excellent, let’s go and get it then!”

Arthur found himself on his feet, leading Lucius down to the large store room. He began to feel ill and nearly fell over, when Lucius grabbed his arm to steady him.

“Careful Arthur, we don’t want to do any serious damage now, do we,” Malfoy whispered in his ear. Arthur felt his blood rush to hisin ain as Lucius kept hold of his arm while he fumbled for the key.

He opened the door of the store cupboard. The air crackled with unknown magic from the strange artifacts kept inside. Arthur noted vaguely that Lucius had followed him in and had closed the door behind him.

He stumbled to the other side of the room and began looking for the box which stored the sort of item he was after. As he reached up for the shelf in question, Lucius came up behind him and placed his own hand over Arthur’s outstretched one and trapped the now trembling man’s body between his own and the tall shelves.

Lucius swiftly stole the locket from its hiding place and stored it in his pocket. Then, he quickly wrapped his arms around Arthur, slipping his a hand under the man’s robes to the clasp of his trousers.

The red haired Wizard could hardly breathe; he couldn’t t. Al. All he felt was an overwhelming need for Lucius to continue whatever he was doing. Before he knew it, his robe was on the floor as were his trousers, and Lucius’ hands were all over him. He felt the cool chill of the other mans thigh against his own and something else hard and long and unfathomably cold.

“This won’t hurt a bit, I promise,” purred Lucius into Arthur’s ear. He bit into his neck, drawing blood, marking him as his own. Arthcreacreamed out in pain and pleasure, unaware of the world around him, ignorant of everything but the long elegant fingers that had forced their way inside him.

As Lucius readied Arthur for what was to come, he felt no sympathy for his victim and only chose to prepare him in such a manner as to heighten his own pleasure. Arthur had been so easy teak;eak; he was determined to get some gratification from the situation. Lucius Malfoy did not now the meaning of taking something too far. With one smooth movement, Lucius entered Arthur completely, splitting him painfully and bloodily despite the preparation. He screamed as if he was under the Cruciatus, but Lucius much preferred this kind of torture.

Lucius slammed into his victim once, twice more, causing Arthur to sob uncontrollably. One more vicious push followed by a rough stab and Lucius was sated. It amused him that Arthur seemed to have reached his peek at the exact same moment. Pleased with his day’s work, he cast a few healing and cleansing spells, redressed Arthur and guided him back to his office.

He sat him at his desk, made sure everything was as it should be, and walked over to the door. Lucius pointed his wand at the dazed looking wizard. He smirked and sim simply, “Finite Incantatum,” followed by, “Obliviate.”

Arthur looked up, confused for a second, before saying, “What can I do for you Lucius?”

“Nothing Arthur, sorry to disturb you, just took the wrong corridor that’s all.” Lucius strode down the hall never once looking back, and leaving a very confused Arthur Weasley in his wake.

Arthur looked up at the clock; it was nearly time to go home. He must have fallen asleep again. All those late night raids were beginning to take a toll on him. He felt a little sore and remembered he had tried some Muggle food called a curry the other night. He decided to blame it on that.

He got up and made his way to the door. Feeling something crawl down to his collar, he put his hand up to his neck and returned with blood on his fingers. Suddenly, he felt quite dizzy and, for the first time in his life, royally screwed.