Diversions

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It was the night of the Quidditch World Cup and Sabina Rosier sat silently in the Top Box, pouting. She was bored, to the point of madness, and wished that her father had brought with him more furs, as the two that she was bundled up in were hardly sufficient. The game had not yet started and so people chatted amiably with one another about various things; politics and the like. Such subjects hardly interested the seventeen-year-old girl, and she contented herself with flipping through the latest glossy mag and sighing forlornly. Her eyes flitted over to the narrow doorway, and Sabina smiled slightly at the sight of the two Malfoys entering the box. The girl was thoroughly delighted, as the elder Mr. Malfoy made such wonderful conversation and was ever so charming. Her father, who was currently confabulating with the Minister of Magic, indicated with a furious gesture that she should greet the two. But Sabina was quite comfortable in her ermine and mink and refused to budge. They should come to her if they wanted a proper salutation.


And they did. Lucius, upon seeing the strawberry blonde lounging languorously in her chair, strode briskly over to her side.


“Miss Rosier,” he murmured softly, pressing his mouth against the back of her limp hand.


“Good evening, Mr. Malfoy,” she sighed delicately before nestling down into the seat. “I trust you are well.”


“Indeed. Things are looking up; there are good times to come for us Purebloods...”


She had a vague idea as to what he was talking about and knew there were plans to make mischief that night in the campgrounds. But that was about all she knew, which suited her just fine.


“Oh won't you sit next to me,” Sabina implored. “I shall die of boredom if you don't.”


In all honestly, Lucius was quite eager to situate himself next to the enchanting creature; but, in his core, Lucius Malfoy was an aloof man and wouldn't let on that he was at all keen on the idea.


“I don't know, Miss Rosier...”


“Mr. Malfoy,” she huffed indignantly. The girl threw the heavy pelts off and stood up. She was a slight girl, slender and delicate, with perfect titian ringlets and large blue eyes. Lucius was delighted at the sight of her now womanly shape, the swell of her breasts, the flare of her hips, the secretive smile of a sexually awakened young woman. He found her mixture of ingenuity and eroticism to be irresistible and placed himself on the seat next to hers.


Satisfied with his response, Sabina picked up the coverings and pulled them over her again, tucking her legs to the side, so she could lean over to Lucius and whisper secretively to him, if she was so inclined.


Draco, for the duration of their exchange, had been trying to gain the witch's attention by puffing out his chest and running his hands through his hair. However, he found out long ago that when it came to women, his father was the one to capture their attention. Even Pansy ignored Draco when the elder Malfoy was about. He consoled himself by buying the most expensive thing on the souvenir cart and allowing himself to be lost in the fanfare and revelry.


“What year are you now, Miss Rosier?” Lucius asked nonchalantly.


“I will be going into my seventh year and am eighteen years old in September... You should get me something for my birthday, as I do love presents.”


“I will take note of that, Sabina.”


His use of her name sent shivers up Sabina's spine; the delicious inappropriateness of the utterance. The way his cold grey eyes flashed and mouth twitched when he said it made her want to giggle.


“Where is Mrs. Malfoy this evening?” the girl inquired, trying to keep any malice or rancour from seeping into her voice.


“She should be here any moment. Just popped off into the lavatory, I believe,” Lucius replied in an equally cautious tone.


“Oh... good.” Though it was quite obvious the girl did not think it “good” in the least. “Did you put any money on the game? My father did. A good deal actually.”


“No, I haven’t. Do you think I should?”


“Oh yes,” Sabina replied. “I love to gamble. Though, I’m not very good at it.”


“All right, I shall place some money down. Who shall I choose? I’m not partial to either team.”


“Oh, the Bulgarians! My father’s bet on the Irish. I win either way.” This fact delighted her to no end; that whatever the outcome, she would have chosen the winning team.


Lucius pursed his lips. He knew that the Irish would be victorious, even if the Bulgarians had Victor Krum. But it was worth it, if it would endear the young woman to him more.


“Missy!” he barked and a timid house-elf scurried over quickly.


“What is it you be wanting, Master Malfoy? Missy lives to serve-”


“Shut up. Here are five hundred galleons. Go place it all on Bulgaria.”


“Yes, Master. Of course.” She dipped low and vanished with a pop.


“They are hideous creatures, aren’t they?” Sabina commented, her sloping nose wrinkled in disdain.


“My sentiments, exactly.”


“I don’t let them near me, and I can hardly stomach the meals they prepare. Just thinking of them touching the food with their claws…”


It was at that moment that Narcissa Malfoy glided into the room. Sabina’s father, Julius, was Narcissa’s cousin, and Sabina was obliged to treat her as if she were immediate family.


“Auntie Narcissa,” she crooned, kissing her on both cheeks. Though Lucius was Narcissa’s husband, Sabina needn’t act as though he was anyone more than a close friend of the family. But Narcissa and Sabina shared some common blood (most Purebloods did) and were expected to be on friendly terms.


Sabina again took her seat next to Lucius and raised her eyebrows ever so slightly at the older witch. It was an impudent gesture, one that challenged Narcissa to question the seating arrangement. Technically, Narcissa should have been on Lucius’s right, as it was reserved for wives and very loyal mistresses; seeing as Sabina was neither of these things, she should have offered her seat to her “auntie.” She didn’t though and Narcissa, who had never been fond of confrontation, took the chair to his left.


The small victory made Sabina simper in triumph. “Can you believe the sort of riff-raff they let in here?” she asked incredulously, gesturing towards the Weasleys and Potter boy.


“I know,” Lucius returned darkly. “Honestly, I cannot understand the Minister’s motives at times. He really should associate with the right sort of people if he wants to be re-elected.”


Suddenly, the Minister’s voice boomed throughout the stadium, announcing the beginning of the match and how fortunate England was to host such a prestigious event. Sabina pressed her palms over her ears to muffle the sound and waited for the coot to stop rambling on about such nonsense. England paid a pretty penny to host the Cup and was only fortunate in the sense that they hadn’t been outbid.


Finally he stopped and the mascots stepped out onto the field. The Veelas provided some entertainment; most of the young men tried to throw themselves out of the Box and had to be restrained. Though Lucius was not overtly effected, Sabina did see the lustful looks he gave the radiant creatures. Quite eager to turn his attention back to her, Sabina leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. “Lucius,” she sighed.


“Yes, dear?” he inquired huskily, making sure his wife’s attention was directed elsewhere. Narcissa was currently fretting over Draco, not paying any mind to the duo.


“Will you take me home after the halfway mark? I’m so very sleepy and don’t have my Apparition license yet.”


“No license? But you’re seventeen!” Lucius’s voice had risen slightly and his eyes flicked over to his distracted wife. People were entranced by the leprechauns and their antics, leaving the couple to speak freely without fear of being listened in on.


“The instructor said I lack ‘determination,’ whatever that means.”


That fact didn’t surprise Lucius in the least. Sabina Rosier was a vapid creature; a consistently empty sheen to her eyes gave her the appearance of being slightly wet.


“I will take you home, if I really must.” His lips brushed against her lobe, and she flushed slightly and giggled.


The match had begun by this time, and Lucius ignored the girl from that point on. He schmoozed with the other influential people in the High Box, paying special attention to the Minister and pointedly ignoring the Weasley clan. He almost forgot that he was supposed to take the girl home, but the sight of her, bent over to pick up a piece of leprechaun gold, was enough to jog his memory. He excused himself from his confabulation with the Bulgarian Minister and sauntered over to the witch.


“Are you ready to go?” he asked easily, still admiring her thrust out rump.


“Oh!” Sabina righted herself and smoothed her robes. “Yes; let me go say goodnight to my father.”


Lucius watched as she gave the oblivious man a peck on the cheek and grabbed a mint green cloak off the back of a chair.


“Isn’t it chic, Mr. Malfoy? I got it in Paris.”


“Oh very fashionable. Now come along.” Without bothering to say good bye to his wife, Lucius exited the Box, Sabina following right behind him. “Do you still live in that charming house in Marylebone?”


“Oh, yes.”


Lucius offered the girl his arm and she grasped it tightly, pressing herself against him.


"Relax," he murmured into her soft hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled like flowers; sweet, mild, and clean. He felt her grip loosen and, deciding she was ready, took three steps before Disapparating.


Sabina hated it, the tightening in her chest, the dizziness. When she opened her eyes, she was standing on the front steps of her place of residence. Sabina fell back, disoriented and light-headed, and Lucius steadied her.


"Are you all right?" he asked, a firm grip on the witch's cinched waist. The way her back arched offered him a spectacular view of her plump breasts.

"Yes, yes," she replied testily, wiggling out of his arms. "Will you come inside with me? I... The house is empty."


Lucius should be getting back. He had left without a word to anyone and had to admit that he had been looking forward to the World Cup for weeks. But this was the last chance he may get to be alone with the girl and decided that bedding her was more important than much else. Oh yes, that was his plan. From the moment he had seen her lounging on her throne, looking so pretentious and blasé, he knew he had to have her.


Sabina tapped her wand against the doorknob and the lock clicked open, allowing them to step inside the domicile. It was a lovely home, warm and tidy, with elaborate parquet flooring and plush furniture.


“It’s small,” Lucius commented distastefully; he had forgotten how tiny the abode was. His preferences swung more towards the austerity and overwhelming size of manor houses, fortresses, and the like.


Sabina tilted her chin upward and narrowed her eyes slightly. “My mother was too sick to travel to the country this summer, sir. If you have forgotten, our usual residence is the Georgian estate in Salisbury. Rather near Malfoy Manor, I think.”


Lucius had forgotten all about her ailing mother and his comment must have smarted.


“How rude of me, Sabina.”


“Yes, it was rude,” she replied, a chill to her voice that caused Lucius to baulk.


“Is your mother here?” the man inquired, suddenly wondering if he had been too presumptuous in his plans. If Plata Rosier were currently in the house, he certainly wouldn’t be staying long.


“No,” Sabina chirped, suddenly bright and vivacious as ever. “She is feeling much better and is currently vacationing with, erm, a friend.” She strolled over to the narrow staircase. “Well, aren’t you coming?”


Lucius followed her up the steps, down a corridor and into what he assumed to be her bedroom. It was done in muted shades of lavender and grey that contained a simple elegance befitting a young woman her age. The bed frame was wrought iron and a lacquered vanity strewn with assorted jars and a silver brush was nearby. A low, moiré silk divan was at the foot of the bed; its pattern seemed to ripple in the low light.


Sabina threw her cloak off and slipped off her fur trimmed heels. As she was fiddling with the buttons of her robes, Lucius reached out to stop her.


“Miss Rosier,” he said cautiously. If he were to engage in such acts with her, he would need to ask some questions.


“Sabina,” she insisted petulantly. “My name is Sabina.”


“Yes, I’m well aware of that. Listen, darling,” Lucius began condescendingly; the girl didn’t seem to notice, however, and stared expectantly at him, her large blue eyes widening slightly. She really was a delicious morsel, and Lucius lost his train of thought for a moment. “Have you ever done this before?” She shook her head. No. He had hoped for a different answer. “Well, I’m sorry, Sabina, but you know the rules. Your husband has to be the one-”


“I know!” she puffed. “I don’t want you to do me there.”


“Then where do you propose I-”


“In my bum, of course. You are slow. I’ve had blokes do it there loads of times. Well, not loads really; but quite a few!” In Lucius’s opinion, this night couldn’t get much better. But, not wanting to seem over eager, he pretended to ponder the proposition for a moment. “My boyfriend, Claudius, he says that he likes it. Though, we have to do it twice as much because it doesn’t really count, he says.” Lucius stifled a grin. That Claudius boy was clever.


“And who else, darling? You can tell me while you get undressed.” Sabina nodded and continued with the delicate pearl buttons of her robes.


“Well, there… there was Titus Bulstrode, who said he’d tell my father that he caught me drinking his port if I didn’t let him do it. And then I let Professor Snape do it there because I was failing Potions.” She giggled slightly and flushed. “Oh I think he does it the best. He was very good at not hurting me and oh, I just really enjoyed it. Kept calling me ‘Lily’ though… And then my father.” At this she paused, as if reflecting for a moment on the incident.


Lucius, who had removed his boots and was now working on his waistcoat, paused at this bit of information. He had never thought Julius Rosier to be the sort to bugger his own daughter. That was to be expected from some families, the Parkinsons and Yaxleys perhaps, but it surprised him to know that the seemingly innocuous fellow could screw his kin.


“He’s not really my father, Lucius,” Sabina spoke reassuringly, letting her robes slip to the ground. She was left in pink, childish knickers with lots of satiny bows and eyelet. “My mother had an affair with someone. I think he was a Black, and she’s with him right now. Perhaps father thought I was mummy, as I do look a lot like her; he was very rough and kept telling me I needed to be punished… Aren’t you done yet?”


Lucius was a refined man, clean, kept, and he always dressed to the nines. And part of being a well dressed man included wearing layers upon layers of heavy, uncomfortable, fitted clothing that took some time to remove.


“Go sit on the bed,” Sabina ordered resolutely. Amused at her authoritarian tone, Lucius obliged.


“Of course, my lady,” he replied, bowing deeply. She was delighted at his ready compliance and wiggled in glee. Sabina unpinned her long, curling locks and shook them out before climbing onto the bed next to him.


“I will get your trousers,” she told him, pushing him down onto the bed. She straddled his lap and began to fiddle with the brass buttons.


“You must promise me, Sabina, that you won’t tell anyone of this. If Narcissa found out…”


Sabina pursed her pouty lips and rolled her doe eyes. “Fine.”


“Now I need you to be serious, Miss Rosier,” he snapped, sitting up suddenly. The girl slipped backward, but Lucius caught her before she could tumble off. “You were very indiscreet a few moments ago about your previous encounters, and I’m sure some of them must have sworn you to secrecy.” Under his keen and penetrating gaze, Sabina squirmed abashedly. “Repeat after me: I swear that I will not tell anyone of what I have done with Lucius Malfoy.”


“I swear that I will not tell… what?”


Lucius had to feed her the line and eventually she got it right.


“Now that’s an oath, Sabina. If you break it, there will be repercussions.”


She asked what sort of repercussions, and Lucius told her about the horrible ailments that would befall a witch who broke an oath. In all honesty, the worst that would happen to Sabina would be a slightly sickening sensation and perhaps some sort of blemish or mark; but Lucius wanted to impress upon her the gravity of the situation.


“Right! Okay! I promise I won’t tell anyone. Now will you please get undressed?”


Lucius stripped down to his skivvies and stood up from the bed. Crossing his arms over his chest, he towered about the slight girl and glared. “I think,” he began slowly, “that you need to remove those.” He gestured to the lingerie, and Sabina shrugged before undoing the pink ribbons and allowing them to fall to the ground. She really had amazing tits. That was the first thing to cross Lucius’s mind. They were full, firm, and fucking amazing in his opinion. The second thing was that they were slowly running out of time and that it was a shame he wouldn’t be able to use her hot little mouth to get him hard.


Climbing on top of the now nude witch, he began to stroke her slit, rubbing her clit with his thumb and using his other digits to trail up and down her sex. Though they were pressed for time, he would be considerate and give her at least one orgasm before the night was through. The girl thrust her head back, lips parted and eye half lidded. She reached up and began to pinch her perfectly pink nipples, tugging slightly and occasionally pushing her breasts together. She was a vocal girl, who mewled, moaned, whined, puffed, and sighed without thought of who might hear. Though the house was empty, Lucius wildly thought for a moment that the neighbours might hear. Sabina came surprisingly easy, without much stimulation or force. It usually took Lucius ages to make Narcissa climax and even then, she just lay there like a board: silent and stiff.


“Oh that was wonderful, Mr. Malfoy,” Sabina breathed. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before turning onto her stomach, getting on her hands and knees, and assuming the proper position. Her bottom was a lovely heart shape, smooth, pale, each creamy globe ready to be spread and fucked. Lucius slipped out of his very expensive boxers and came up behind her, sliding his now erect cock against her slit, just beginning the lubrication process. It felt heavenly, in Lucius’s opinion; it had been sometime since he’d done this and even longer since he’d done this with such a pretty, young witch.


The girl, further aroused by the friction, pressed back against him and whimpered.


“Easy, darling. No rush.” Of course, there was a rush and Lucius realised he needed to just get on with it. He removed his wand from the cane that was propped up beside the bed and muttered a lubrication spell. He trailed the cold, viscous substance up the length of his shaft, shuddering as he did so. He discarded his wand and rubbed his shaft with a loose grip, spreading the lubricant. Parting her cheeks slightly, Lucius pressed the tip of his length against Sabina’s pink rosebud and pressed forward. It didn’t budge.


“I thought you said you had done this before,” he muttered through clenched teeth.


“I have,” she replied, confused. “And they were enormous. Claudius’s is three inches, which was difficult enough. And the others were about four.”


Lucius sighed. This was going to be more work than he previously anticipated. “All right, Sabina, are you relaxed?”


“I suppose so.”


“Well try to stay that way,” he warned as he pressed his thumb against her tight hole.


“Oh! Yes, that feels rather like Claudius.”


“Will you stop talking about Claudius?” he barked, trying to figure out how he was going to go about doing this. His member was significantly larger than any of the others she had listed. After he got his thumb in a considerable distance, he inserted his index and middle finger and began to thrust the digits into her.


“Ugh,” she moaned. “Oh that feels very tight.”


Lucius, now ignoring her vocalisations altogether, spread the fingers thereby opening her hole. Thinking that this was the best he could to, he pressed the head of his cock against the loosened orifice and thrust inward.


Sabina shrieked. “Stop it this instant!”


Gritting his teeth, Lucius pressed slowly onward, sinking into her. It was like heaven. She was unbelievably tight and the way her muscle clenched around him was almost too much. He added some more lubricant and continued making progress. Cautiously; he didn’t want to hurt the poor dear. She was sniffing and snivelling and making otherwise pathetic noises, trying not to pull away from him or displease him. Sabina was very fond of Mr. Malfoy and didn’t want him to be upset with her.


Lucius got two thirds of the way in before deciding that was enough. There was no way he would make more progress on this particular occasion. He began making slow thrusting motions, rolling his hips and relishing the friction that such actions caused. Through his lust induced haze, Lucius thought it a mark of good form to try to stimulate the young witch beneath him. Sabina Rosier was not some Knockturn Alley whore and deserved at least a little courtesy. He began to rub her clit furiously, all the while keeping pace with his ever growing lunges. She seemed to loosen considerably from the clitoral stimulation, allowing Lucius to pull back even farther before ramming into her. It wasn’t long before he was buried to the hilt, thighs slapping against thighs slapping against his testicles, making a rather obscene noise. Sabina was now pressing back against him, meeting Lucius thrust for thrust. Her curls bounced with each rock in a manner that Lucius found to be quite charming. If only he could see her pert little breasts bouncing as well…


“You little slut,” he hissed, continuing his ministrations. At these words, the witched climaxed for the second time that night.


Lucius was approaching his end as well, the warmth and tight, cavernous sheath pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Lucius glanced down and saw his cock ramming into the tight hole and with one final push, he slid all the way in, spurting hot jets of cum into her abused bum.


Sabina winced as he pulled out, and he collapsed next to her, recovering from the intensity of his own completion.


“That was very good,” Sabina remarked casually before kissing the blond on the mouth. Lucius didn’t respond much, only push some stray platinum strands out of his face. He had such lovely hair, in Sabina’s opinion, and brilliant eyes too.


“Yes, I imagine it was,” was his reply. The witch watched silently as he dressed, eyes wide and bottom lip thrust out slightly.


“You don’t really think I’m a slut, do you?” she asked the man softly; his words, however stimulating, had stung. She was a good Pureblood girl, only doing what she had been taught her whole life: do as you’re told.


Lucius allowed his eyes to wander over to the girl, who looked very young and vulnerable at the time. “Of course not, darling.” Whether or not she was a slut was irrelevant, as he wanted to stay in her good graces. She was such a charming creature, affectionate without being clingy and so easy to manipulate. Perhaps after her husband deflowered her, Lucius could bed her again. “I have to go, Sabina,” he said resolutely, noticing the hour.


“Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Go secure my future, the future of all of us Purebloods, I suppose.” Again she kissed him and this time he responded, allowing her insistent tongue to explore his mouth.


“Good evening, Miss Rosier. Go to sleep.” He shut the door behind him and Disapparated, leaving the witch to rest easy and sound.


And as he was marching through the campgrounds that night, blasting tents with violent curses and causing much madness, Lucius thought about the precocious creature that was Sabina Rosier and realised, grimly, that he could use more diversions like her in the coming months.


END