Disclaimer: These are not my characters; they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for the original ones named here. I make no profit from this it is purely for my own amusement and the amusement of my friends. No disrespect intended. Remember this is my vision of Lucius and as such it may not agree with how you see him.

Spoiler: This takes place after The Order of the Phoenix.

Content: Porn without plot. Rated Hard R

Once again many thanks to Minx and Carole. There are no words to explain the depth of my gratitude.

Chapter One

Dear Lucius

Dear Lucius,

It's been several months since we last spoke. You wouldn't believe how fast your son is growing. Yesterday he asked "Where's daddy?" I, of course, had no idea of what to tell him. Where are you? We miss you.

Hurry home, darling, but stay safe.

I love you.

Mari

She met Lucius Malfoy three and a half years earlier. He had just been released from Azkaban on the promise that he would serve two more years doing the wizarding equivalent of community service. His sentence, to work in the magic shop that Fred and George Weasley owned.

Work was not an apt description of what Lucius actually did. Oh, he made sure he showed up on time, and he stayed for the required hours every day, but he did not work. Mostly he sat in a back room and felt sorry for himself, a very un-Malfoy like occurrence.

Marianna was a Muggle. She became acquainted with the Weasleys' quite by accident. She happened to be at a magic convention, ABRA-CON-DABRA, checking out the sellers booths looking for a unique gift for a friend when she bumped into Fred and George who were checking out how Muggles did their version of magic. Mari was listening to an older magician explaining how to use some of his props when the Weasleys' joined the conversation. Fred and George were quite taken by her charm and wit and before Mari knew what had happened they were arranging to meet later in the week for dinner.

That dinner led to other meetings and eventually the boys felt comfortable enough with her that they told her the truth about themselves. They invited her to visit their shop, providing her with the means to enter Diagon Alley, a simple spell they cast on her allowing her to pass into their shop without help.

Mari was enchanted by the shop, she talked the Weasleys into broadening their sales to include simple things that the average Muggle could do, and she introduced them to sales on the internet, a way to sell to the general public without anyone knowing who they were. Mari helped them set up the web site and mail order end of the business, which they ran out of the back of the store. Once the boys did that their sales more than tripled and they became even closer friends and invited her to be their partner in the shop. She quit her job at an insurance office and invested her life savings in the magic shop. She handled the Muggle end of things for them.

That was how she happened to be in the shop when Lucius arrived. Marianna was captivated by him from the first time she saw him. He was not the first imposing wizard she came into contact with. There had been several in and out of the shop since she had begun working there. Mostly they ignored her, but some were curious about the Muggle. The curious ones were always polite about asking questions and most eager to learn of her ordinary life. The appearance of a wizard was not usually enough to warrant her undivided attention. Lucius Malfoy was different. Never had she been so instantly attracted to anyone. He arrived in a flurry, an imposing figure dressed all in black with his long white blonde hair falling half way down his back, and his icy blue eyes that missed nothing. His arrogance was even attractive to her. Fred and George had told her about him, and why he would be working there for the next two years. Arthur, the boys' father, had considerable influence on the remainder of Lucius' punishment.

The Weasleys' were well aware of Mari's attraction to him. George warned her about Lucius and his past. Fred tried to explain that Malfoy would just as soon torture and kill her as look at her. But she was not deterred from her goal, she had to have him.

Eventually Lucius could no longer avoid her completely. She was there every day working, and playing with the Weasleys. That didn't mean he liked having her around, it just allowed a small amount of conversation to develop between them. Lucius also felt he could use her to find out as much about the weaknesses of Muggles as possible. He knew she was attracted to him and he used that to his benefit. Marianna knew he was using her and didn't care.

The relationship developed into a verbal sparing match between them. Lucius had to admit Mari had a quick wit and was more intelligent than he thought Muggles capable of being. She was also quite pretty, not that he would ever tell her he thought so. He liked the dark chestnut colored hair that curled softly around her face and fell to just below her shoulders. Her eyes defied color description, sometimes looking all green-grey, sometimes more of an amber color, but they sparkled and shined when she was throwing sassy retorts his way, and got all smoky when she was softly taunting him with innuendo. She was older than the Weasleys; Lucius guessed she was in her early thirties. Her body while not that of a teenager any longer was still quite good. His eyes often lingered on her large breasts and tight behind.

Marianna was well aware of the amount of time Lucius spent ogling her. She used his interest to her advantage, wearing low cut blouses and tight skirts or pants that accentuated her features to their best. She was not above using her assets to get what she wanted out of life.

One day after Lucius had been at the shop for two months, he found himself alone with Marianna in the back storage room. He had claimed this area as his. There was a desk and chair in the back of the room beyond where the boxes were stacked. She was doing an inventory of stock, he was looking for a way to waste the afternoon until he could escape this hell and return to Malfoy Manor and the peace and quiet he craved.

Being in such a small area it was impossible for him not to notice her, the way she looked in the tight jeans and t-shirt she had on, not her normal work clothes, but worn to move the boxes she needed to count and reorganize.

After sorting and moving two large stacks of boxes Mari stopped to take a breather. She noticed Lucius sitting there watching her and said, "Are you just going to sit and watch all day or are you going to help?"

"Why should I help, you seem to have it under control."

"Arrogant bastard," she muttered as she started on the next stack.

So she continued, Lucius' eyes never leaving her as she bent and lifted, her t-shirt stretched tight across her bra-less breasts. "You know, Mr. Malfoy, if you asked me nicely I might just show you what you can't seem to take your eyes off of." His smirk was his only reply. "Of course," she continued, "you'd have to ask very nicely, beg actually."

"Why should I beg for something you're going to give me anyway?" He sneered.

"What makes you so sure I'm going to give you anything?"

"Do you think I don't know what you are doing? That I am unaware of the thought that you've put into the clothes you wear, the way you style your hair. How you smell."

"You like the way I smell?" She taunted him.

Lucius, in fact did like the way she smelled. Always the same, a mixture of flowers and spice that was very enticing. He could always tell when she had been in the shop as her scent lingered, it was actually quite comforting as well as arousing. Not that he would ever tell her he liked it. "Let's just say it's distinctive."

Mari turned to face him, sitting on one of the larger boxes, "Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, have you ever lowered yourself to be with a Muggle?"

Lucius looked directly into her eyes and said, "I have had considerable… experience with your kind."

"Ah, considerable experience…I don't mean torture and rape. I mean really being with someone."

"There is no difference."

Mari laughed, "Yes there is. There's a big difference between forcing someone and being with someone who wants you." She looked at him from under lowered lashes her voice dropping to a more intimate level, "Someone who wants you to touch them, wants to feel your lips on theirs, your hands all over their body. Someone who gives themselves willingly, not someone you have to take what you want from. I'm talking about taking the time to savor every touch and taste, every smell. Someone you arouse to the point that they are desperate to have you inside them."

Lucius looked at her intently, taking in her rapid breathing, her nipples straining against the tight shirt, her slightly flushed face. All in all a very appealing sight. "Are you desperate to have me inside you?" He damn near purred at her.

Marianna shook herself slightly, and looked at him with equal intensity, seeing only the same cold expression and aloof attitude. "No, not desperate. I can't honestly say I haven't thought about it though."

"From the looks of it you've thought about it quite a bit," he was staring at her breasts.

"You know if you relaxed a little we could have fun, I could definitely please you if you let me. You might discover that you could enjoy yourself."

"I have no doubt that I would; you on the other hand may not be pleased with the outcome."

"Why is that?"

Lucius chuckled, "Getting involved with Muggles has always ended in bloodshed…theirs."

"Do you want to hurt me so much that you couldn't forgo the bleeding part? Or is that the only way you can get off?"

Lucius stood and quickly closed the space between them. He grasped Mari by the throat and pulled her to her feet. "What gets me off is none of your concern." He tightened his grip on her throat, allowing just enough air through to keep her from passing out.

Mari squirmed in his grasp, bracing her hands on his shoulders as he lifted her until her feet cleared the floor. "Shame…" she managed to gasp out, "I've been told I'm very good," she panted as he loosened his hold enough for her to talk.

"The opinions of Muggles mean nothing to me," he said as he lowered her, "What your little boyfriends think has no bearing here." He released his hold and moved away from her.

Mari would not give him the satisfaction of rubbing her throat in his presence; instead she straightened to her full height and said, "Your loss." And stalked out of the room. She stopped only to grab her jacket and purse on her way out the door, totally ignoring Fred's concerned questions.

"Malfoy!" Fred yelled as he stepped into the storage room, "What did you do to her?"

Lucius just looked at him with a raised eyebrow as if to say, "Me?"

Fred just rolled his eyes and stepped out into the hallway in time to stop George from charging in. "Where's Mari, what did he do to her?" George yelled.

Fred pulled George along the hallway to their office, "Nothing, she's fine. Relax George."

George threw up his hands and gave an exasperated sigh, "I can't relax, Fred. It just kills me to think about how she feels about that piece of dragon dung." George flopped into a chair. "After what she said to us the other day, I can't get the image of her on her knees in front of him out of my mind."

"Stop torturing yourself, you can't help the way she feels."

"I know, I know….I just keep seeing her like that, those gorgeous lips wrapped around him…pleasuring him. I used to be able to picture her and me together that way, now I can't seem to put myself in his place anymore. Not since she made that comment about how much she wanted to taste him, and feel him in her mouth."

Lucius, who could hear every word the twins spoke, smiled to himself at that vision. 'So, she wants me in her mouth,' he thought. 'Well, I might just have to arrange for her to get what she wants.' He turned back into the storeroom and with a few flicks of his wand had the boxes sorted and neatly stacked, and Mari's inventory forms filled out.