Ten Years

Author Notes: Written for inell.

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Azkaban isn\'t the relatively pleasant place it once was, Lucius thinks as he hears the key scrape in the old iron lock. There are things far worse than Dementors out there.

The door creaks open on rusted hinges and the first thing he smells is the sweet (almost cloying, he thinks) scent of her perfume. He can almost recognise the scent, the name of the flower is tantalising close to the tip of his tongue, but then it is lost into the depths of his mind. She walks closer and leans down, trailing one clean, perfectly manicured fingernail down his left cheek. Arms grab him from both sides and half-drag him away from his little corner. Lucius stumbles and tries to walk by himself. He still has that much dignity left.

\"Clean him up,\" she orders as he is thrown into another room.

Lucius hears the sound of something heavy dragging over flagstones and the next thing he feels is cold water, icy cold water, dousing his entire body. He shivers. Dirt, sweat, blood and excrement flow from him in a stream, draining, swirling away. Below his bare, calloused feet, he can feel tiling.

\"Enough!\" Her voice isn\'t loud, but carries an obvious note of command. \"Leave us.\"

He knows what is coming next. He even knows that he deserves it, but it still doesn\'t make it any easier. As she walks closer, he is able to make out her familiar form, shorter than he is, with bushy hair (neater nowadays than before) and her mouth set in a hard line. The heavy floral scent of her perfume assaults his nostrils and he wrinkles them up involuntarily. Through his bleary vision, he can see her scowl.

\"I suppose,\" she says, icily, \"that you would much rather wallow in your own filth. Perhaps you prefer the smell of pureblood excrement?\"

Lucius doesn\'t answer. He knows he doesn\'t have to. It will always be the same, regardless of what he says. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, he realises that these visits are almost a purging for her.

\"So silent,\" she says quietly and cups his face with one smooth white hand. \"Surely you can still speak, Lucius. You spoke well when I last came here. I remember you called me the \'Mudblood whore\'.\" She gives a humourless smile. \"If I was, dear Lucius, then I was your Mudblood whore.\"

His voice, when it comes is croaky and raspy. He winces at the sound. \"Why have you come?\"

It\'s almost a game now that they play. Every time, he asks her the same meaningless questions and she gives the same meaningless answers. A routine, though neither safe nor comforting.

But this time, she breaks the routine. \"You know exactly why,\" she says. \"I wouldn\'t be surprised if you counted down the days since my last visit.\"

Lucius wonders how she knew this, but knows not to question it. She could always have the guards called in and her ... punishment, though disgusting and degrading, was nothing compared to what the guards could inflict if properly excited. \"Why would I do that?\" he croaked.

She gives a little smile at this and tilts her head. \"Don\'t pretend, Lucius. Don\'t pretend you aren\'t excited to see me. Don\'t pretend you don\'t go back to your little cell tonight and count another thirty days until my next visit. Don\'t pretend you aren\'t thrilled to sink your precious pureblood cock into my dirty Mudblood flesh.\" The fingers curl tighter around his cheek and he feels a trickle of wetness. He\'s bleeding again.

\"No,\" he manages to get out.

\"No?\" she sounds amused. \"Now surely you can remember our lessons ten or so years ago. You taught me that no means yes, don\'t you remember, Lucius?\"

Lucius feels her hand open the filthy rags that he had on and her fingers dance lightly over his cock. He takes a step back but finds himself against a wall.

\"Escape is futile,\" she tells him in an unconscious echo of that night ten long years ago. \"Unless,\" a malicious smile crosses her face, \"you want another round with my guards.\"

No. Indeed. Lucius does not want another repeat of that incident that left him bloody and torn. Her fingers play over his cock, barely touching it, but he finds himself hardening slowly and is disgusted with himself. She steps back and slowly undoes her robes. Lucius can\'t help but follow the motions of those small white hands as they flick the buttons open and shrug open the robes.

\"Kneel,\" she orders and after a slight hesitation he complies.

It\'s been so long, he tells himself as he thrusts his tongue between those familiar folds. She gives a low moan as he finds her clit and circles it. Spitefully, he flicks his tongue harder over it than necessary and feels her shudder. He reaches up with his hands and spreads her open further. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine that he wasn\'t here in Azkaban and that it was ten years ago, at Hogwarts ... but the illusion is shattered as yet another waft of her perfume finds its way to him. She never wore perfume then.

Her fingers curl around his long, tangled hair and yank him up. Her mouth is hard and demanding on his, her tongue thrusting between his lips. He finds himself responding involuntarily as she presses him into the wall. Her fingers find his cock again and guide it into her. He thrusts forward, almost impaling her as she gasps. Serves you right, he thinks angrily and thrusts harder next time.

She matches his motions, with a fury that surprises him. \"So,\" she says, panting. \"You are enjoying this.\"

\"Never.\" But his actions belie his words.

She pulls away at the last minute and he comes with a creamy splatter on her. He opens his eyes and sees her wrinkle her nose. \"Disgusting,\" she says, and reaches down to her robes and takes out a handkerchief and wipes most of it off. She then throws the handkerchief at him. \"Fortunately,\" she says as she pulls on her robes and adjusts them so that she looks prim and proper once more. \"I can wash it off.\"

He watches as she walks off and the guards come in. They drag him away back to his lonely cell, still clutching the handkerchief, ready to count the days yet again. When they have left, he sits down and stares at the small square of material, still scented.

With a shock, he realises why the smell was so familiar. It was Narcissa\'s old perfume.

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Author Notes: Reviews are very welcome! And feel free to check out some of my other Lucius/Hermione stories. :) And hey, the more reviews I get, the more inspired I am to write! ;)