Fall Out

All born of six words from Jilliane: ‘maybe from Lucius’ point of view?’ I may kill her! And yes, it's dedicated to her, mainly cos she's now pissed off with me!

Anyway, hopefully some of the lose (ish!) ends from Lentesco will be cleared up, and there will be more excuses for smut!

Erm, you don't have to read Lentesco to follow this, but I'd recommend it. But then I would say that, wouldn't I?! SP

Chapter One: In which a quill goes limp.

The part of me which can be coolly detached and logical in the midst of any crisis is rather congratulating Severus upon the nature of his vengeance at this moment. Sadly, the rest of my body, and most notably that portion of it which no longer functions adequately is screaming for him to be hunted down, tortured and slowly, slowly, killed.

Being who I am I shall adhere to a middle ground and use that which I can best utilise – my position and power to exact my punishment for this crass infringement of my person.

I have a number of schemes which can be set into motion with scarcely a hesitation, but which is to prove most advantageous?

I shall have to be most cunning, most devious, most subtle in my planning, much like always, in fact, as Severus will be expecting retribution at the moment, it being less than a week since he afflicted me with his little potion. Still, he and his pathetic whore don’t stand a chance against the combined might of Malfoy and son. Draco will not need to be made aware of the reasons behind the schemes, he will be happy to once again be pitting himself against the Potter fool. I do hope he does better than he ever did as a child.

Upon reconsidering, perhaps Draco is not the best choice, if an assistant is needed. He has too many ‘original’ ideas, sadly, usually of a poor quality. Of course, were this any document but my most private and secret diary I would not be sharing these thoughts. Draco is my son, and, as such, deserves my loyalty in public. In private, however, I can, and will, be honest. I do love my child, but he has not as yet lived up to his heritage. However, his recent overtures to a woman of nobility and breeding give me some hopes for the future.

Especially as it seems I will not be doing any breeding for the foreseeable future.

Master, sir, Mistress wanted Studdy to tell Master, sir, that Mistress was going out shopping. And that … that …

Get on with it!

Yes master, sir, and that mistress expected master sir to throw mistress down and screw mistress into the floor when mistress returned.

If only.

Master, sir?

Nothing. … Why are you still here? Go.

Hmm, perhaps the elf can assist me. He will do as told, and is bound to the family. Bound to be loyal. And keep quiet. Hmm.

Now, where was I? …detached … portion … crass … Draco … ah shit!

Lucius waved his wand at the quill currently scribing every word it heard, including his short conversation with the house elf, and watched as it flopped uselessly onto the desk. It lay unmoving and limp.

“Much like my cock,” he said without humour, and began plotting.