A Sin Away

Title: A Sin Away
Author: C.K. Blake
Warnings: Kidnap, Angst, Smut, mild Non-Con
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The song "Heaven's Just a Sin Away" belongs to the Kendalls.
Summary: Tempted once by the Devil's son, Ginny Weasley discovered the depths of the weakness within her, but with her lover now gone, how can she hope to with hold against the temptation of the Devil himself? Especially when heaven is just a sin away...
Author’s notes: The inspiration for this story came from an old country song from the 70's called "Heaven's Just a Sin Away". Well there was that, Beth Orton's "Devil Song" and Azure Ray's "The Devil's Feet" that also proved good listening as I wrote this rather sizable smutlet. My basic frame of mind was from old memories, and the hidden depths of my depravity surfacing... Well there was that, too much wanton soup and me angsting away over the loss of Devon (despite what a bastard he was), and memories just taunting me...
Dedication: To all the broken people, uninhibited enough to be who they are and seek solace where they can find it, despite what anyone else would think. And for the mending people out there still searching for and hoping for love and someone to help pick up the pieces others leave behind...

-Cassie

“A Sin Away”
By C.K. Blake

“Heaven’s just a sin away
Just a sin away
I’ve been waiting night and day
I think I’m giving in.

Way down deep inside
I know that it’s all wrong
Your eyes keep tempting me
And I never was that strong

The devil’s gone and got me now
Gone and got me now,
I can’t fight him anyway,
I think he’s going to win…”
--The Kendalls “Heaven’s Just a Sin Away”

Closing her eyes the girl desperately tried to will the desire welling within her away, still a moan escaped her slightly parted lips as his fingers lightly brushed along her shoulder. Following his fingers was the feather touch of his mouth against the pulse of her throat. A gasp fell next from her lips, her head falling back in abandon, her long rich red hair washing down her back in a straight silky curtain.

Suddenly a rough hand descended on her shoulder and shook her. Her rich brown eyes flew open, and with a start she realized that she’d faded off again.

“Ginny? Are you all right?” her brother, Ron, asked, concern evident in his voice and brilliant blue eyes.

She shook herself to clear her thoughts of the touch of someone who was strictly forbidden, forcing her breathing to even out despite the thought of haunting grey eyes and silky platinum hair. She let out a shuddering breath, her eyes fluttering shut, and sighed, as she opened her eyes and set about reassuring Ron. “I’m fine, honest. Just a daydream.”

“Looked more like a nightmare to me,” Ron replied and then with a smile continued, “So are you all packed for tomorrow?”

“And ready as I’ll ever be for my last year at Hogwarts,” she answered.

Ron shrugged and grinned at his little sister. “Yeah, it was kind of odd last year, knowing that after that it would be over, and life would never be the same, but its safer now. No dark lords to worry about, what with graduation and Harry and the battle…”

He turned away, trying to hide the tears in his eyes at the fresh loss of so many friends only a few short months ago. Ginny, drew in her bottom lip and worried it between her teeth before she grabbed his shoulder and said, “It’s okay to miss them. Neville, Dean, Lavender, Hermione, they were good people, amazing friends, and they gave their lives for a good cause.”

Ron sucked in a deep breath and faced his little sister, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Doesn’t stop me from wondering if it was worth it, but we’re free from worry for now and it’s not like they’ll come back, is it?”

Ginny looked toward the floor, fighting her own ghosts as she whispered, “No, they won’t ever come back, no matter how much you want them too.”

Ron reached out and lifted her face to get her to look at him. “Who was he Ginny? Who did you lose in that fight?”

“I can’t tell you, Ron. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I lost Hermione, Ginny! I think I would understand better than anyone!” he snapped.

“And I lost Draco!” she screamed in retaliation, the emotions overwhelming her, and then she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide as she realized what she’d just said.

Tears filled her eyes, the pain choked the sobs in her throat, and it was all made worse as Ron’s eyes widened, and he spun around and stalked out of her room, leaving the girl alone in her grief. She called after her brother, but he didn’t even turn around. The last thing she heard him say as he slammed the door behind him was, “My sister betrayed her blood for a Malfoy.”

After crying for what felt like an eternity, that famous Gryffindor pluck returned to her, that was what Draco had called it, but in reality Ginny had known she’d always been weak, after all she’d given into him, but he’d fought for the light. However only she, Harry, Dumbledore and Snape knew the whole truth of that, and Ron would never believe that Draco had died trying to save Hermione as Ginny had asked him to do what he could to protect her friends and family, as she was needed to help Madame Pomfrey tend to the injured, who were brought in steadily. It was after she’d come across Draco’s broken body that she’d given up on mediwizardry. It hadn’t been enough to save Draco so what was the point in studying something that hadn’t saved her lover?

She got up and looked in the mirror over her dresser and using a few refreshing charms she began to look as she had before her tears. Then shedding her previous clothes, she pulled on a pair of blue jeans Hermione had given her the previous Christmas and a light green sleeveless t-shirt. Looking around her small room littered with stuffed animals most old and tattered, but once loved, she felt confined. She had to get away, escape. She couldn’t stay. She hurried out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen to tell her mother that she was going out.

Once she reached the kitchen she saw her mother hovering over a cauldron of stew and stirring the contents.

“Ginny, dear, is that you?” she asked, without having to turn.

Ginny sighed and said, “Yes mum, I was just going out.”

“Going with Ron to meet Harry at the Leaky Cauldron, no doubt. He’s already left. When he gets home I’ll tell him off for not waiting on you. I swear I hardly believe I raised him with the way he behaves sometimes,” Molly Weasley said with a shake of her head.

“It’s all right mum,” Ginny said, and continued quietly, “He’s still coming to terms over Hermione. He needs time and then he’ll be back to himself.”

Molly Weasley nodded to herself, and sighed at the thought of her grieving son, before she turned around to see her daughter standing in the doorway of her kitchen. “Ginevra, you best be putting on a jacket before you go out! Now off with you before your brother and Harry get worried that you haven’t joined them yet.”

Ginny gave a nod and headed out, stopping by the small closet by the front door, and pulling on a blue jean jacket, another Christmas gift from Hermione, and taking her wand from her pocket she stepped out of the house, closing the door behind her, and then apparating to a dark alley just outside of the Leaky Cauldron. Before she could approach the soft glowing light from the doorway of the pub an arm slipped around her waist and her mouth was firmly covered by a large hand to prevent her from screaming, and then there was the slightly nauseating pull from her navel, as her captor activated a portkey.

Once they’d reached their destination, her captor released his hold on her, and she fell to the floor having been unprepared her abduction and the sudden travel. Before she could get a proper hold on her bearings she heard a binding charm and suddenly her wrists were bound behind her back and her ankles were bound by conjured ropes. A few moments later she heard, “Accio, wand,” and her wand was magically jerked free of her hands before she had the opportunity to use it and was caught by the aristocratic hand of her captor.

Her captor took a step toward her and knelt down so that they were face to face and the girl’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything he pressed a finger to her lips and she was silent as a tremor of apprehension ran up her spine and her rich brown eyes locked with a cool and calculating grey gaze. Lucius Malfoy hadn’t changed much, he still seemed arrogant and intimidating, though he had a line or two at the corners of his eyes and his cool grey eyes appeared almost haunted, probably from having so much of his previous freedom stripped from him, but he was still the handsome, aristocratic, well bred, seemingly cold and collected man, bordering on a quiet cruel, that he’d always been. Yet there was something almost human about him now, some look of loss that went beyond his loss of freedom, this loss resembled that of the loss of someone cherished…loved…

The man’s left eyebrow rose as he looked at the girl, drinking in the sight of the pretty little witch, wondering what it was that his son had seen in her. His hand reached out, his fingers catching her chin to better survey her face. She was pretty, with a good body, curves in all the right places, a very attractive girl, but still, she was not a part of their social class despite her pureblood, yet Draco had fancied her. No. That wasn’t what his journal had said. Draco had loved her. Written about her on numerous occasions throughout his sixth and seventh year, especially in the seventh year when they’d started to see each other in secret. Draco had written about the girl up until the final battle, the battle that had stolen his life, despite the fact that the boy had chosen the winning side to award his father freedom, immunity from any further punishment in exchange for information.

It had been a bitter day when Lucius Malfoy had gained his freedom only to learn that his son was dead and his wife had killed herself shortly after hearing of the death of their son. It was worse to learn that he’d been freed because of an agreement his son has struck with Dumbledore. Still Lucius’ magic had been bound. He could still do magic, but he could not cast spells to harm, nor could he brew illegal potions, or practice the Dark Arts.

‘Of course what he couldn’t do with magic he could do the muggle way,’ he thought, and then he spoke, “I never thought my son could possibly feel anything for someone of your stature. Still, Draco was often full of surprises, most of which I’ve discovered in his various journals since my release shortly after the final battle. In his last four journals you filled many pages. I want to know why. I want to know what sort of spell you cast on my son that would make him foolish enough to sacrifice himself in a war that he was completely indifferent too. He was adamant about not choosing a side until he began to know you, Miss Weasley.”

“There wasn’t a spell, Mr. Malfoy,” the girl spat as she glared at the man.

“Ah, so it was that fire in you then was it?” he said with a smirk. “Fire can be tamed and broken.”

“I loved Draco, no matter what you think. I loved him. When I… When he was brought to the infirmary and I saw him. Oh gods, I couldn’t go on. I was training to be a mediwitch, but seeing him, his body broken, his beautiful eyes so empty and lifeless… I couldn’t bring myself to try to heal anyone else. I died that moment, and no one understood why I wept over his body,” the girl replied, her voice shaking as the tears rose unbidden to her eyes.

Lucius seethed in rage as he watched the girl cry for his dead son. “How dare you!” he shouted. “You have no right to mourn him! You were the reason he was killed! He died defending your little mudblood friend!”

“And Hermione died too, but I have cried more for Draco than for anyone else!”

“Stop saying his name!” the man roared.

“Why?” the girl whispered, her brown eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her cheeks shining with the trails of tears recently shed, and the man couldn’t help but see the fire in the girl, the beauty that she unknowingly possessed.

“He wrote about your beauty, but I never thought I’d see it,” the man replied, as his hand lifted to her face, his fingers tracing down her cheeks.

The girl tried to pull back, but the spark of his touch on her cheek stopped her, and her eyes widened as the man leaned toward her, until his lips met hers, softly caressing and then the kiss grew more demanding as his tongue traced her lips and as she whimpered he devoured her mouth with his tongue. When she tentatively began to respond to the kiss he pulled back sharply, breathing deeply, shocked at what he’d done.

He stood up and turned from the bound girl, and began pacing the length of his study, every now and then his eyes wandering to the girl against his better judgment. Madness seemed to be driving him as he stalked across the room, gathered the girl into his arms, and hurried out of his study and down various corridors and up the stairs, headed toward the eastern wing of the house. The door of his bedroom opened upon his approach and once he was inside, it closed and locked of its own volition.

He discarded the girl onto the bed and began to shed his robes. He looked hungrily at her, caught up in a whirlwind of emotions that seemed to coalesce around the very same girl that he’d nearly gotten killed seven years ago. The same girl that his son had fallen in love with. The girl that seemed to have played some strange part in destroying his life, and now was the time that he rectified that by breaking her as she’d broken apart his family and his life.

He was highly aroused, watching the girl struggle against her bonds on the bed as the realization of his intentions struck her. He threw his robes to the floor, before hastily unbuttoning his shirt, and the girl’s wide eyes traveled to the obvious bulge in his trousers. He tossed the shirt to the floor with his robes, and kicked off his boots as he slowly stalked toward the bed, a predator with easy prey in his sights.

A lusty gleam shone in his cool grey eyes, making his gaze burn as he took in the sight of her, squirming on the bed, and begging to be let go. “Please, Mr. Malfoy, I know you loved Draco. You can’t do this to me if you know that he loved me. I loved him, why would you do this if you cared so much for your son? Why?!” she screamed as he firmly grabbed her chin before assaulting her mouth to make her shut up.

When he pulled back from the assault on her mouth he trailed kisses across her cheek until his tongue traced the shell of her right ear as he whispered, “He wrote about taking you in his journal. How you were so nervous at first, but then he touched you. Where did he touch you Miss Weasley? How did he touch you? His fingers gliding across your shoulders, down your breasts, his fingers pinching your ripe nipples, before descending, gliding down your stomach and dipping deep inside of you, touching you where no other ever had. What was best, when his lips followed his hands’ path and tasted you, devoured you until you screamed his name as you came again and again. And then he claimed you. He was your first, I read that much into his description of your nervousness. Was he your only?” Lucius growled into her ear as his hand wrapped into her hair and wrenched her head back, exposing her throat as she gasped and gave a soft, defeated reply, “Yes, my only.”

“I thought so,” he murmured as he flickered his tongue over her pulse and felt her shudder against him.

He reached across her, taking something from the nightstand by his immense bed and Ginny whimpered as the blade of the knife shown in the dim light of Lucius Malfoy’s bedroom. He drew the blade gently down her clothed body, the tip of it snagging a couple of times on her jacket and t-shirt, and then he drew it across the crotch of her jeans and down her legs until he reached the ropes that held her ankles and cut them. Before the girl could make use of this small freedom, he spread them apart and settled between them, pulling her up against his aching crotch, his hands on her hips making her grind her pelvis against his, a groan escaping his lips as his large aristocratic hands glided under her shirt and met with the resistance of her bra.

The girl hissed as she felt the cold steel of the blade glide across her stomach and then draw up under her bra as Lucius cut it away from her, freeing her breasts. He then withdrew the knife from beneath her shirt, and threw it into the wall next to the doorframe of the locked door that led out into the corridor.

Ginny’s body was responding against her will, she was highly aroused as Lucius hands took the weight of her breasts in his hands, her nipples hardening against his palms, her head thrown back to reveal more of her throat which he kissed, sucked, and nibbled on. She felt the desire to kiss him, and ducked her head down to capture his lips in heated passion, caught in the moment, and it was when her lips willingly and crushingly met his that he withdrew and froze. The girl slowly pulled back, her brown eyes smoldering, her red hair drifting down her shoulders and back. She looked at him in puzzlement, wondering why he’d stopped and she saw the deep rooted pain in his eyes, and felt sympathy, need, want, and desire for him, something she hadn’t felt since she’d lost Draco.

She blinked and slowly drew her tongue across her lips before she met his eyes again and whispered, “Untie my hands, Lucius. Untie my hands and make love to me. Make me feel. I need to feel, and you are the first person that has been able to touch me since… Since Draco, please. Please, Lucius.”

The sound of his name on her lips caught his attention and he looked at the red headed witch straddling him, his hands slipping from her breasts to rest on her hips once again as his grey gaze locked with her burning brown eyes. His hands found their way behind the girl’s back and he deftly untied her. She wasted no time in removing her jacket and pulling her shirt over her head, and quickly discarded the torn bra, revealing her very shapely and pert breasts to the man, before she leaned up and captured his stunned mouth into a kiss as she shifted and began to push him back on the mattress, grinding against his arousal, and getting frustrated at the fact that she was hindered by her jeans and his trousers.

Her fingers were a flurry of frustration as she struggled with Lucius’ trousers, while devouring his mouth as though he were an oasis and she hadn’t seen water in weeks. He pushed her back and was surprised to hear the growl that rose from her throat as she glared at him. He wondered where Ginny Weasley had gone and who this wanton goddess was on top of him, and he made short order of his trousers as he quickly unbuttoned them and unzipped them for her, before doing the same with her jeans, his fingers gliding down her wet panties as he unzipped them, the thought of her arousal enough to give his erection a jolt as he groaned.

Her hand firmly pushed him back down into the mattress as she leaned down, her body complimenting his, her firm breasts and hard nipples pressed against his bare chest as she kissed him, and her lips trailed down his jaw, neck, chest, her tongue flickering across his nipples, resulting in a moan from him, before she gave his nipples a good little nip and continued with her descent, her tongue dipping into his navel, and her hands gliding beneath his trousers and jerking them down his thighs until she got off of the bed, jerking the trousers free of him, revealing green silk boxers. While she stood, she discarded her own jeans with a little wiggle and then hovered over him again in nothing but her simple cotton panties, her fingers curling around his boxers before pulling them down his legs and revealing his arousal.

Slowly she climbed over him, her movements graceful and cat-like as she kissed her way up his inner left thigh and took his shaft in her hand, her thumb gliding over and caressing the head of his cock, liberally spreading his pre-cum. He arched his back off of the bed, his hand tangling into her hair as she leaned down and flickered her tongue lightly across his cock, before blowing across the tip of it, and then circling her tongue around it, all the while her eyes watching him for his reactions. She slowly opened her mouth and began to take him into her mouth, her tongue gliding against his head and shaft as she engulfed him, marveling at the salty sweet taste of him. He groaned as she pulled back and went down again, her tongue gliding over his shaft with her every descent, her hands fondling his sensitive balls, until he could no longer take it and his release came, shooting down her throat and filling her mouth with his seed. She swallowed and licked him clean, before she glided up his body and kissed him, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue.

He moaned, his cock once again twitching to life, as he rolled them over and trailed kisses down her neck, nipping lightly at her collar bone, as his hands squeezed her breasts and then he took her right nipple into his mouth, while his newly freed hand glided down her ribcage, her stomach and slipped within her wet knickers. His fingers glided within her slick folds as he took her other nipple into his mouth lavishing it with the same affection and attention as the first, until his mouth continued to descend, and he was slipping her panties down her legs and kissing his way back up to her wet pussy. His tongue flickered across her clitoris, and she bucked against his mouth. He smiled before he took her hips in his hand and continued to taste her, his tongue delving into her, touching, teasing, tasting, his nose tickling her clit, and her gorgeous, intoxicating mouth making the most beautiful sounds, moans of pleasure that went straight to his cock.

He smiled against her recognizing the trembling building within her as he realized that her climax was coming soon. He began to lap at her more enthusiastically, drinking deeply as she came, the absent thought of whether his son had shared this with such a wonderful creature flitting across his mind before he quickly dismissed it, instead focusing on the beautiful girl, no, young woman writhing beneath him in pleasure.

He glided back up against her sweaty body and his lips locked around hers as he positioned his cock at her glistening opening, the head dipping in ever so slightly, and her moaning and writhing beneath him impatiently. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered huskily, “Tell me what you want Ginny.”

Her hands grabbed his arse as she turned her head, and said, “You inside me…Now,” before she savagely devoured his lips as he plunged deep within her, driving her down into the mattress and she moaned as her body stretched to accommodate his overwhelming berth, still she rose to meet his thrust, the only thing keeping her screams of pleasure muffled being his talented mouth and tongue as he pulled out and thrust into her again, over and over, his fingers teasing her clitoris, as he kissed along her jaw, every now and then muffling her screams and groans with his mouth, until his pace increased beyond his control, and she was moaning, her hand joining his at her clitoris as she began to come, her muscles clutching and quivering around him as he buried himself deeply within her, and roared out his release as his seed spilled into her, his cock pulsing with every release until he was spent and collapsed on the woman beneath him. After a moment he shakily rolled off of her and pulled her possessively against him, his hand running up her side his, thumb and index finger tracing the outline of her breast with every rise and descent of his hand as he just stared in awe at the incredible young woman in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

And then it hit him. He’d just fucked his dead son’s girlfriend. He let out a long shaky, world-weary sigh, as he looked at the girl, wondering what was going through her mind.

“Perhaps this is meant to be,” she whispered, as she looked up at him, her right index finger absently circling his left nipple.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

She smiled shyly as she met his questioning grey gaze. “When you took me, you had no idea things would go this far. I didn’t know I would want you until I saw the pain in your eyes,” she whispered as she lifted her hand and wiped his cheeks, her fingertips coming away damp. “Did you even realize you were crying as we made love? We’re both broken, you lost your wife and son, I lost my lover. I haven’t wanted anyone to touch me since he died, but when you touched me, I felt alive. I felt alive for the first time in months. I don’t understand it, but I need it. Whatever this is, we can take it one day at a time, maybe it will be love or maybe not, but I’m willing to try, and you’re without an heir now. I would be honored to provide you with another. Not to take Draco’s place, but to help us to start putting our lives back together.”

“And what about your family, Miss Weasley,” Lucius asked, his tone cool and collected despite the raging emotions inside, did he actually feel hope, he hadn’t felt that since the last time he’d seen Narcissa as she walked down the corridor, heading in the opposite direction of his cell at Azkaban.

The girl shook her head as she looked at him, a smirk playing with the edge of her mouth as she said, “After tonight, I’m Ginny, your lover. They will grow to accept my decision. Besides I’m old enough to know what I want with my life. It would have been about now that I told them about my engagement to Draco, if he’d lived.”

“And Narcissa would have been doing her best to keep me calm at his irrational decision to marry you,” he said with a small chuckle at the thought as he pulled the young woman tighter against him.

She smiled too, as the old wounds began the slow process of mending. “And what do you think of this irrational decision you’ve made, Lucius?”

He took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “Honestly? One of the best I’ve made in a long time, though no one will understand. They’ll think I’ve done something to you, or that you’re with me for my wealth. Not to mention that I’m old enough to be your father, and I can only imagine what your father will do upon discovering this new relationship we now have.”

“Well you did abduct me,” she replied playfully. “But I chose to make love to you. You didn’t hurt me or attack me, not when it mattered. Let them think what they will as long as we know what’s between us, nothing else matters.”

“You’ve a point, though what about your schooling?” he asked.

She grinned. “Well, you could always visit on weekends and we could meet in Hogsmeade…” she replied.

He raised an eyebrow. “Why, to visit so frequently I would have to have a reason. Are you proposing?”

“I think that is your task,” she responded cheekily.

“Very well,” he said. “Ginevra Weasley, provide me with an heir and marry me.”

“With pleasure,” the girl replied and leaned up to kiss her new lover, knowing that in time her pain would ease and her old wounds would mend, until then she had company picking up the pieces of her shattered life. What did it matter that the devil had her now? She’d never been all that strong against the power of temptation, and Lucius Malfoy was as delectable a forbidden temptation as his son had been, and for her, heaven was just a sin away…

End.


----------

Hope you enjoyed the story, and found it... Well found it to be an exciting read. I suppose I owe Inell an apology for stealing Lucius, but I hope she can be forgiving should she read what he inspired... *cheeky grin* As always reviews and comments are appreciated and more than encouraged! Comment you fangirls! Squee with all your might and comment dammit! Muwahahahahahaha!