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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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42
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Lucius and the Waif
The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Lucius and the Waif
Chapter One – The Prison
She was very, very late. Lucius Malfoy’s rage increased. He had expected her to come four days ago, and he was having a hard time keeping his temper in line, never an easy thing anyway. With a last fulminating look out the picture window, he turned and gazed around his cell, if one could call it that, and felt his cage closing in on him. The sumptuous furnishings usually disguised the fact that he had no real freedom to come and go as he pleased.
His accommodations at Azkaban had been remodeled to his specifications, with six rooms: two bedrooms, a drawing room/dining room, a multipurpose room with a compact gym setup, a luxurious bathroom, and a small kitchen. Money had a way of speaking anywhere, even in the remote and hopeless environs of the North Sea prison of Azkaban. He knew the Warden of the place had designs on these quarters for himself when Lucius finally had served his term. Lucius didn’t care as long as he was able to make himself comfortable while waiting out his five-year sentence. Only two years to go, but it seemed like a lifetime.
He started pacing the Persian rug again in his agitation. He was not accustomed to being thwarted in his desires, and they were becoming unbearable both physically and psychologically. Lucius always kept a firm clamp on any emotional excesses. Oh, he allowed that emotions had their uses, usually in manipulating others, but they had too easy a facility for weakening him, so he kept his warmer feelings firmly buried. Today, finally, his control was slipping and he hated that.
His mood further darkened. Where was she? No female, no word, nothing. He detested being uninformed, especially about a situation that was fast diminishing his ability to think of anything else but his anatomy. His apartments had firm wards against the dementors, but if he indulged in too much anger, even the wards would not stand against the dementors and they could gain entrance to his tiny kingdom in the middle of this desolate pile.
He had dressed – again – in his lounging robes, expecting her to finally appear, but she had - again – failed to arrive. Lucius came to a halt by the window, made a decision born of a desperation he had trouble admitting even to himself, and sent an elf for the Warden.
The Warden came at the imperious summons, although he was inwardly seething at the feeling of being another of Malfoy’s puppets on a string. Ah well, two more years, and those beautiful apartments would be his. The Warden shuffled into the drawing room and avenged himself for his feelings of cowardice by boldly asking Lucius, “What do you want?”
Lucius decided to treat the Warden’s small show of defiance and lack of deference by answering with only a lift of his chin. After all, Lucius reasoned, it was he, Lucius who wanted something, but his haughty stare was enough to make the Warden think again about his attitude.
Fear was an uncomfortable feeling and the Warden constantly suffered from it in Malfoy’s presence. The Warden tempered his question with, “I have visitors in my office. I’m sorry, but I will need to return to them as soon as possible. Did you want something?”
Lucius’ arctic gray eyes narrowed, “I have been expecting my visitor for four days. I am starting to feel extremely annoyed. Do you understand what I am saying?” Lucius wanted to start pacing again to relieve his restlessness, but he held himself utterly still, refusing to give any outward sign of his distress to the old Warden.
The Warden had no idea why Malfoy’s ‘visitor’ hadn’t appeared, but he definitely didn’t want to be caught in the impending explosion if the dratted female didn’t show up soon. This was unwelcome news, indeed. He had discovered over the years that Lucius Malfoy without his conveniences had extremely unpleasant repercussions for the whole prison. The Warden always quickly accommodated Lucius with his female’s presence whenever she came to the prison. He thought as quickly as he could under the looming presence of his prisoner.
“If you wish, I can send the prison’s prostitute to you again.”
Lucius was torn. He needed relief, but he was even more enraged at the Warden’s presumption that he would want the poor substitute he had become reluctantly acquainted with in his first days at the prison, when he had been thrown into that small, dank cell. “That female is hardly even human. And filthy. Can you not do better than that?” Even entertaining the idea told Lucius he was at the far end of desperate, but though his control was fraying, none of that showed in his arrogant stance.
The Warden wheezed in relief, “Oh, that female died. We have another in her place. Much younger, too. Much more attractive. Shall I send her? You can send her away if she doesn’t suit.”
Lucius turned away from the Warden, his long velvet robe flaring behind him, and walked over to the window, looking out at the open ocean. “I assume the prison is still blanketed with all the health spells, including contraception and the sexually transmitted ones? Yes? Then send her. If my visitor shows up, send her also.” Lucius stood there burnished by the afternoon sun, with his long white blonde hair drawn neatly back in a black ribbon, silently giving the impression he had forgotten the Warden was there, as indeed he had.
The Warden realized he was being dismissed. He left in a hurry, running a hand over his sweaty brow as he plodded arthritically down the stone stairs to his office. He immediately sent a guard to tell the prostitute to attend to Malfoy. He went back to his own bed to resume the nap that had been interrupted. He hadn’t had any visitors; it was a self-serving lie to appease Malfoy after his ill-conceived attempt at trying to put his prisoner in his place. Maybe he would have the prison slut after Malfoy. He could force her to tell him that he was a better fuck than that bastard.
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Lucius and the Waif
Chapter One – The Prison
She was very, very late. Lucius Malfoy’s rage increased. He had expected her to come four days ago, and he was having a hard time keeping his temper in line, never an easy thing anyway. With a last fulminating look out the picture window, he turned and gazed around his cell, if one could call it that, and felt his cage closing in on him. The sumptuous furnishings usually disguised the fact that he had no real freedom to come and go as he pleased.
His accommodations at Azkaban had been remodeled to his specifications, with six rooms: two bedrooms, a drawing room/dining room, a multipurpose room with a compact gym setup, a luxurious bathroom, and a small kitchen. Money had a way of speaking anywhere, even in the remote and hopeless environs of the North Sea prison of Azkaban. He knew the Warden of the place had designs on these quarters for himself when Lucius finally had served his term. Lucius didn’t care as long as he was able to make himself comfortable while waiting out his five-year sentence. Only two years to go, but it seemed like a lifetime.
He started pacing the Persian rug again in his agitation. He was not accustomed to being thwarted in his desires, and they were becoming unbearable both physically and psychologically. Lucius always kept a firm clamp on any emotional excesses. Oh, he allowed that emotions had their uses, usually in manipulating others, but they had too easy a facility for weakening him, so he kept his warmer feelings firmly buried. Today, finally, his control was slipping and he hated that.
His mood further darkened. Where was she? No female, no word, nothing. He detested being uninformed, especially about a situation that was fast diminishing his ability to think of anything else but his anatomy. His apartments had firm wards against the dementors, but if he indulged in too much anger, even the wards would not stand against the dementors and they could gain entrance to his tiny kingdom in the middle of this desolate pile.
He had dressed – again – in his lounging robes, expecting her to finally appear, but she had - again – failed to arrive. Lucius came to a halt by the window, made a decision born of a desperation he had trouble admitting even to himself, and sent an elf for the Warden.
The Warden came at the imperious summons, although he was inwardly seething at the feeling of being another of Malfoy’s puppets on a string. Ah well, two more years, and those beautiful apartments would be his. The Warden shuffled into the drawing room and avenged himself for his feelings of cowardice by boldly asking Lucius, “What do you want?”
Lucius decided to treat the Warden’s small show of defiance and lack of deference by answering with only a lift of his chin. After all, Lucius reasoned, it was he, Lucius who wanted something, but his haughty stare was enough to make the Warden think again about his attitude.
Fear was an uncomfortable feeling and the Warden constantly suffered from it in Malfoy’s presence. The Warden tempered his question with, “I have visitors in my office. I’m sorry, but I will need to return to them as soon as possible. Did you want something?”
Lucius’ arctic gray eyes narrowed, “I have been expecting my visitor for four days. I am starting to feel extremely annoyed. Do you understand what I am saying?” Lucius wanted to start pacing again to relieve his restlessness, but he held himself utterly still, refusing to give any outward sign of his distress to the old Warden.
The Warden had no idea why Malfoy’s ‘visitor’ hadn’t appeared, but he definitely didn’t want to be caught in the impending explosion if the dratted female didn’t show up soon. This was unwelcome news, indeed. He had discovered over the years that Lucius Malfoy without his conveniences had extremely unpleasant repercussions for the whole prison. The Warden always quickly accommodated Lucius with his female’s presence whenever she came to the prison. He thought as quickly as he could under the looming presence of his prisoner.
“If you wish, I can send the prison’s prostitute to you again.”
Lucius was torn. He needed relief, but he was even more enraged at the Warden’s presumption that he would want the poor substitute he had become reluctantly acquainted with in his first days at the prison, when he had been thrown into that small, dank cell. “That female is hardly even human. And filthy. Can you not do better than that?” Even entertaining the idea told Lucius he was at the far end of desperate, but though his control was fraying, none of that showed in his arrogant stance.
The Warden wheezed in relief, “Oh, that female died. We have another in her place. Much younger, too. Much more attractive. Shall I send her? You can send her away if she doesn’t suit.”
Lucius turned away from the Warden, his long velvet robe flaring behind him, and walked over to the window, looking out at the open ocean. “I assume the prison is still blanketed with all the health spells, including contraception and the sexually transmitted ones? Yes? Then send her. If my visitor shows up, send her also.” Lucius stood there burnished by the afternoon sun, with his long white blonde hair drawn neatly back in a black ribbon, silently giving the impression he had forgotten the Warden was there, as indeed he had.
The Warden realized he was being dismissed. He left in a hurry, running a hand over his sweaty brow as he plodded arthritically down the stone stairs to his office. He immediately sent a guard to tell the prostitute to attend to Malfoy. He went back to his own bed to resume the nap that had been interrupted. He hadn’t had any visitors; it was a self-serving lie to appease Malfoy after his ill-conceived attempt at trying to put his prisoner in his place. Maybe he would have the prison slut after Malfoy. He could force her to tell him that he was a better fuck than that bastard.