The Death Eater and his Auror

ANTI-LITIGATION CHARM - I own nothing you recognize, I just borrowed them from J.K.R\'s toybox for awhile.

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Molly Weasley slogged through the mud, intent on her mission. The dark mark had been sighted in the area, and the Aurors were trying to pinpoint the exact place. A cottage stood in the clearing, the dark mark hovering over the roof. “Finite Incantatum.” The mark exploded in a puff of green smoke. She and her partner crept towards the door, terrified of what they would find inside.

Thank Merlin the cottage didn’t belong to anyone she knew, she wasn’t sure she could go through something like that again. On her very first mission, she had found Seamus Finnegan and his bride of two months dead in their bed. The only creature left living was the cat, which she had taken home.

Molly had joined the Auror force the year before, after the disastrous Battle of Azkaban. She had lost half her family in that battle, and she had an awful feeling this mission might be her last. Five of the Order members who had accepted the offer to be trained as Auror backup had died already, including Hestia Jones and Remus Lupin.

Creeping into the living room, she stopped in her tracks. There was a Death Eater standing in the kitchen, and she could hear the cries of a small child. Hearing their approach, the Death Eater whirled around, they heard “Stupefy!” and Molly’s world went black.

She awoke sometime later, in a different place. There was another Death Eater standing over her, his wand out. “Good evening, Mrs Weasley. You have the rare privilege of helping me with some of my experiments tonight.” There was no mistaking that voice.

“Good evening, Lucius,” Molly replied in what she hoped was an even voice. Damn it, if she was going to die, she was going to keep her dignity - she owed her already fallen family members that much.

“You will find an adjoining bath; I recommend the vanilla and orange blossom – third tap from the right. You will find clean undergarments in the drawers and a bathrobe on the back of the door. I will have a house elf bring you some food.” He swept from the room with a billow of his robes.

She shakily headed towards the bath, taking his recommendation on the choice of scent. After she was done, she crossed to the bureau and selected a pair of silk knickers in Slytherin green. Immediately another drawer popped open, revealing the matching bra. The robe on the back of the door was white, made of luxury Turkish terry. Trust a Malfoy to have the finest for someone they were going to kill anyway.

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There was a knock on the door. “I brought your dinner.” Lucius himself had brought the tray, carrying it in and setting it on the bedside table, then magicking up a chair. “The house elf requested I eat with you, apparently she was afraid you might think I was trying to poison you and waste all her hard work by refusing to eat it.”

The tray looked delicious. Moly couldn’t remember the last time they’d been able to afford steak – meat was the only food that absolutely couldn’t be transfigured from some other food item. There were baked potatoes to go with it, plus corn, broccoli and bread. If Lucius was eating with her, she knew it wasn’t poisoned, so she went ahead and ate.

“Now, dearest, time to get on with the experiments. Your partner is fine, by the way. I Portkeyed her to a location where she should be found soon; along with the Larkin baby. I may be many things, but I do not harm children. Come with me.”

He led her down the stairs, through several hallways and down into his potions lab. “We will be testing three potions tonight. The first is a potion Narcissa was working on before your husband did me the service of ridding me of her – I’m going to let you see for yourself what it does. The second is a sensory potion, if it works it will heighten your responses to the stimuli I present you with. Finally, we are going to test a memory potion. If it works and one of the other potions doesn’t kill you, you will be free to go. Of course, I will be popping by every so often to check the long-term effects.”

He handed her the first vial, and she started at the sweet chocolate taste – if Narcissa had been able to adapt this taste as reactionless base for other potions, she would have been a very rich woman. “Narcissa has excellent taste in potion flavours,” she told Lucius.

“What does it taste like? And do you feel anything?” His clipboard lay open, but there was no quill to be seen.

“It tastes like chocolate. And I feel strange, like my skin is tightening around me.” As he watched, she began to shrink, the wrinkles disappeared, and the grey vanished from her deep red hair.

“That means it is working.” He led her across the room, opening a door to reveal another room, crossing it to a full length mirror. She gasped at her reflection – she was a teenager again! Pert breasts, no grey hair, and smaller hips that obviously had not pushed seven children through them. Not a wrinkle, sag or stretch mark in sight. She did, however, still have her various scars, but even they seemed to have softened. She had forgotten how nice she used to look before life had taken its toll.

Lucius obviously liked what he saw; he was running his eves over her body like he wanted to eat her for dessert. “Narcissa came up with the idea after some friend or other told her it had been the plot of a Muggle movie – never saw the movie, but found the idea of a youth potion irresistible.”

Catching himself staring, he motioned for her to stay where she was while he went to retrieve the next potion. He handed her a small vial, and she drank, handing the empty vial back to him. Reaching around her back, he released the clasp of the bra, letting it fall to the floor. He grabbed her nipple, twisting it in his fingers. When she screamed out at the intense pain, he merely said, “I think we need to dilute it a little more. Wait here.”

Returning with three more vials, he said, “this first one is a binding agent, the second will decrease the strength of one of the potions ingredients. It will take about half an hour, so I am going to give you a little sleeping potion.” She downed all three, blacking out just after she heard, “You were supposed to lie down first, woman!”

When she awoke once more, she was stretched out on the bed in the corner, Lucius next to her. She could feel a hand cupping her breasts, one fingertip drawing circles around her nipple. Oh, Merlin, that felt exquisite. The potion made her so sensitive, but the dilution had made it so it wasn’t painful, just extremely pleasurable. “Time to wake up, sleeping beauty.” His lips, gently sucking at her, replaced the fingertip. She suddenly realized that her panties were soaking wet.

“Let’s try a different stimulus, shall we?” He pulled her up off the bed, heading towards the vanity. Sitting down on the bench and standing her at his side, he yanked Molly’s arm sending her tumbling across his knees. ‘I don’t think I’m going to like this one.’ Molly thought. She was extremely surprised when he started, each swat brought pain, but also a frisson of pleasure. Then, without warning, he yanked the knickers down and retrieved a wooden hairbrush from the vanity. This too felt nice, but much more painful. When he was done she lay their sobbing, and he simply sat and rubbed her back. Twenty minutes later, he lifted her red and welted bottom off his lap.

“I could tell you liked that, even though it hurt. Describe the feeling for me.” He listened attentively as she tearily explained, then gathered her against him. “Only a few more tests, I’ll give you a reward if you are a good girl for me. This research is going to help me immensely.” Next he tested her sight, then her reflexes.

After the reflexes the next test proved to be sound, and he motioned to her to put the earphones on and sit in the chair. She did so gingerly, but immediately jumped back up again. “Will it affect the test if I stand, sir?” He merely chuckled and sent a jet of blue light from his wand at the hard wooden chair seat.

“Try that.” She hesitantly sat again and discovered she was on a thick cushion of cool air, which, besides keeping her from meeting with the chair seat felt extremely nice on her flaming behind. This test was easy, he simply played different sounds at different pitches and volumes, recording which ones she could hear and which ones she could not.

Then he tested her senses of smell and taste. For the first test he blindfolded her and cast an “Impedamenta Odiferous” spell to block her nose, then gave her small pieces of different things to see if she could tell by taste alone what they were, giving her a bit of something between bites to clear the taste from her mouth. He did roughly the same with the scents, using small jars full of concentrated smells to see if the potion sharpened that particular sense.

For the last test he took her over to a small door off the bedroom, which proved to be another bathroom. He settled her on the rim of the tub, testing her reactions to heat and cold by changing the water temperature and having her dip her feet in. Heat didn’t bother her as much, but the extreme cold seemed to cause icicles to form in her veins. She was shivering so badly she started to involuntarily cry with pain.

“Easy, Molly. Must be too much of the elderflower and Yarrow, those can also be used to reduce fever. Maybe some kelp would balance it, it helps with cold sensitivity…” Lucius quickly filled the tub with bubble bath and steaming hot water, then stripped off his own clothing. He helped her into the water, allowing her to lean back against him. Stroking her hair, he murmered words of comfort into her ear. It took her awhile to stop shaking, and she rested with her eyes closed, embarrassed about being naked in a tub with him.

Lucius’ thoughts were altogether different. He knew fully what he intended to do with her – he had wanted her for a very long time, ever since the very first time he laid eyes on her – and a Malfoy always gets what he wants, eventually. But even if she hadn’t been married to Arthur she wouldn’t have taken him, his family and the Prewett family had been locked in a blood feud for over a century.

He intended to enjoy her tonight. It had been a split second decision when he’d caught her – was he brave enough to risk it? He knew he could never kill her – although he had considered keeping her somewhere. Then he remembered his new potion – he would send her back to her life believing it had all been a wonderful dream.

Draining the tub while she dried herself, he took her to the bedroom, laying her flat on her back. Starting with her harline, he kissed his way down her body, nibbling her gently. He discovered she was extremely ticklish in particular places. It amazed him that she hadn’t fought him, and when he reached her breasts he knew why. It was also obvious that no one had ever touched her like this; she was reacting to him as if these sensations were new to her.

He lifted her so her legs were draped over his shoulders, kissing her sweetest parts and reveling in her taste. Finally he could wait no longer and he moved up, sliding into her in one smooth motion. She cried out in pleasure, her muscles yanking him deeper into her core. After they came, they lay together, until Lucius took a bottle from the bedside table and poured it into her mouth. It put her into a deep sleep, and he got up to finish his preparations. He cleaned himself, then dressed her in only the bathrobe, stuffing the knickers in the pocket. If all went well, she would wake up in her own bed, believing that the whole evening had been an extremely erotic dream. But he wanted her to remember. Sunddenly the solution came to him.

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She awoke on a cloud of bliss, thinking back to her dream. Or had it been a dream? She was in her own bed, her robes and wand on the chair nearby –but she was wearing a bathrobe like the one she was wearing now. Rolling over, she looked around and smiled. Only the residual soreness in her backside and the Slytherin green knickers hanging on the bedpost convinced her she had not dreamed it all.