Disclaimer: I own nothing by J. K. Rowling; I only own my characters in the story.
Warnings: Language. Violence.
King of Fools – Chapter 1
Pandora Blackwell sat playing the piano, when her mother stormed into her room. Her father was hot on her heels.
Her mother Andrea was an arrogant aristocrat and an A class bitch. Her mother had been brought up in one of the pure blooded and rich societies. She was a tall busty blond, who wore too much makeup and would be in much better company in a strip club rather than in her own home.
Her father was no better. He was nothing short of a man whore. He spent most of his time shagging the local women in the local bars then doing his desk job at the Ministry.
"Pack your things you are leaving." Her mother announced. Pandora was confused. School didn't start for a near two months.
"I don't understand." She said softly. Her mother looked furious as she turned on her husband.
"Victor! You were supposed to tell her!" She screeched.
"Oh do shut up you old hag! I have quite had enough of you!" He growled slapping her across the cheek. She was knocked to the floor by the force of the blow. She sat there glaring at him and him glaring at her while Pandora sat looking between them.
"Father?" She asked.
"What!" He snapped turning towards her.
"W-what were you s-supposed to tell me?" She asked timidly looking up at him as he glared down at her.
"You will be leaving in an hour. You are to be wed to a man of power and money. No questions asked. Do you hear me? You will be his wife and you will not complain. You will like it and you will do everything in your power to please him! Do you understand?" He growled grabbing her up by the arms and giving her a good shake.
"B-but father—"
"No questions asked! Now get packed!" He snapped.
"Yes father." She said softly as she pulled out her wand and began moving things into her trunk and bags as her parents left the room arguing with each other. She knew better than to argue. She had it beaten into her more times than she could have remembered to just be obedient and never argue.
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It only took her a mere fifteen minutes to gather everything and shrink it down so it would fit in her purse. She looked around her room sadly and turned out the lights before she made her way downstairs to prepare to leave.
At the bottom of the stairs her father stood waiting. He wore a set of dress robes showing his tall, muscular and broad-shouldered frame to the fullest, no doubt wanting to attract a shag victim for the night. She rolled her eyes at the thought.
"Are you ready?" He asked breaking her from her musing. He stood with his arm out for her to take so they could apparitate to her "new home" so to speak.
'More like my new prison' she thought.
"Yes father." She said as she took his arm. She instantly felt the tug of apparition against her, crushing her and then it stopped. She took a deep calming breath to calm the war raging within her stomach and looked up at her "new home." She frowned. It was just as she expected. It was a beautiful but dark manor. It had an elegant flair and yet a dark mysterious look to it. It was lit up with lights, giving them a perfect view of the house in the dark. Some old geezer she guessed, who smoked and played cards with all of his wizarding buddies. She was to be sold off so her parents could inherit his money when he died and she would be left with nothing.
'Just as I figured.' She thought with disdain.
She knew it would not be a matter of time before it was her turn. She had feared when that time would have come. She watched as her friends were sold and many were whored off just to bring in money for their parents, so their parents could remain in the good graces with the rest of the pure blooded world. Such cruel times they lived in.
"Let us go." Her father said tugging her up towards the manor doors. When they reached the doors her father rapped hard on the door with his knuckles. A house elf wearing a cute red dress opened the door.
"Right this way Master Blackwell, Master Malfoy is waiting for you in the drawing room." She said bowing as Pandora's father shoved past her and continued deeper into the house dragging Pandora behind him. They reached the drawing room and before her father knocked on the door her turned toward her.
"You keep your trap shut unless spoken to, do you understand?" He snapped quietly.
"Yes sir." She said softly.
"Good." He growled as he rapped on the door.
"Come in." A low, baritone voice called from the other side of the door. Her father opened the door and pulled her in behind him before closing it. She couldn't see past her father, due to he was standing in front of her, blocking her vision like a solid brick wall.
"I have brought her to you."
"Indeed." Pandora could hear the sneer in his voice as the man spoke.
"Well where is she? I want to see the girl my father is to marry!" A younger voice snapped.
"Patience Draco. Patience."
"She is here. My daughter, Pandora Rose Blackwell." He said pushing her to stand in front of him. She looked up from the floor and looked at the men occupying the room.
The younger looked like an elf. His features were sharp and angular, but none the less handsome on this man. He was very and tall, but none the less muscular from what she could see of him. He had white blond hair and piercing gray eyes that raked over her body giving her the shivers.
The elder man took her breath away. He was tall, broad and muscular. His face was carved and angular. His features perfect and strong radiating pure masculinity. His eyes were a cold gray, but they were glittering mischievously as he studied her. His hair that was below his shoulders was the same white-blond as his sons. He stood with his back straight, shoulders back and his chin up. He had an air of arrogance, sophistication, and pure superiority about him that to her, made him irresistible. If this was the guy she was supposed to marry, she didn't think she would mind it too much. (A/N: I wouldn't either ^^ lol) He was studying her carefully and thoughtfully. She caught his eyes and blushed, bringing her attention to the floor again.
"Pandora, this is Lucius and his son Draco Malfoy. Lucius is the one you are to marry." Her father said squeezing her shoulders in warning. She hid her grimace with a smile and politely curtsied.
"A pleasure to meet you sirs." She said politely as she stood.
"Orange?" Lucius called. The house elf that had greeted her and her father at the door appeared in the room with a pop.
"Master called for Orange?" She asked bowing.
"Orange take Miss. Blackwell to my room and help put away her things while I show her father to the door."
"Yes master! Right this way misses!" Orange said motioning for Pandora to follow. Pandora followed the little elf out of the room and out of sight.
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Lucius Malfoy stood with his son in the drawing room of their manor waiting for the moment when Lucius' bride was to arrive. Her father, Victor, was bringing her. Lucius, who did not want to get married, frowned at the thought of getting married again but knew his hands were tied in the situation. He was completely surprised when Victor pushed his daughter in front of him. There was no way this could be Victor's daughter, she did not look anything like her mother or father.
'A good thing to.' He thought.
She had to be at least Draco's age, if not younger. She stood around the height of five foot five. Her skin was as flawless, and as white as porcelain. She had wide innocent golden eyes framed by dark lashes, a cute button nose, and big red pouty lips. Her dark brown hair that reached her mid back was in disarray of curls, and not to mention she was curvy but slender. He watched with pride as she studied him as he was studying her. Their eyes meet and she looked down quickly, a pink blush covering her cheeks. He managed to suppress a smirk as he watched her cover a grimace with a quick smile at having to curtsy. She was going to be a stubborn one he could already tell, and he couldn't wait to find out all about his new wife.
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Pandora looked around the room she would now be sleeping in. His room. The room was different than what she expected. Hell, she didn't know what she expected she guessed it was going to be more…"old – mannish." The said room was absolutely stunning. The giant four poster bed was extravagant. The covers were royal blue and the many pillows were various shades of dark blues. The walls, too, were royal blue. The room had all the necessary bedroom items, a dresser, closet, mirror, bathroom, bedside table and a few lamps here and there. A new vanity sat untouched and bare next to the window. There were books on the book shelf and thrown about the room. There were no pictures in the room strangely, but she wouldn't question it. All and all it was a beautiful room. She felt a tug on her arm and looked down. It was Orange.
"Yes?"
"Would the misses like Orange to unpack her stuff and put it with the masters?"
"Hmm…I don't think so, thanks for offering though. Let me have a look at his closet." She said walking to his closet. She opened the doors and nodded appreciatively. He had already prepared himself and his things for her arrival. The closet had been en-largened to accommodate his and her stuff. On one side was his stuff and on the other was an empty space meant for hers. She quickly made work of unpacking her things and depositing them in the closet neatly, her makeup and jewelry on and in the vanity and her bathroom necessities in the bathroom. She returned to the main room to find that Orange was still there.
"Orange?"
"Miss? Do you need orange to do anything?" She asked timidly. Pandora smiled at the tiny elf.
"Thank you Orange, but that will be all for today." A deep silky voice came from the doorway. Pandora looked up and saw Lucius in the doorway. He looked so handsome and dark in the doorway as he stood there. Orange disappeared with a pop. "I take it you found everything."
"Yes sir." She said.
"Now, now there is no need for that. You will call me Lucius and I shall call you Pandora. Now get ready for bed, I am tired and I will not have you roaming about the house without getting a tour first." He commanded as he walked into the bathroom. She glared at his back until the door shut, then turned and looked at the clock. It was nearly ten o'clock at night! She hadn't realized that so much time had passed. She took out her wand and muttered an incantation as her day clothes were replaced with a pair of red silk pajama pants and a matching tank top. She had just placed her wand on the bedside table when Lucius walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of black silk pajama pants.
"So how are we going to do this?" She asked.
"Excuse me?"
"I am not, and absolutely refuse to sleep in the same bed with a man I just met a few hours ago!" she fussed placing her hands on her hips. Lucius' brow rose.
"It's either the bed or the floor for you. In my opinion I would choose the bed, nasty little bugs crawl around the floor at night. Now, which do you prefer?" He asked.
"I will make my own—Hey! Where is my wand?" She asked reaching for the wand that had momentarily ago been on the bedside table. She turned to look at Lucius who held her wand with a smirk.
"Give that back you!" She growled making a lunge for her wand. He only held them out of her reach.
"Orange!" He called and the house elf appeared with a pop.
"Yes master?"
"Take care of Miss Blackwell's wand for a while. Understood?"
"Yes master! Orange will take good care of it!" She declared taking the wand and disappearing with a pop.
"Why you…you…UGH!" Pandora growled thumping Lucius on the chest before walking to the bed, plopping in it and turned her back to him growling and muttering the whole time. He couldn't help but smirk. He was definitely going to enjoy his new wife.
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My first ever Harry Potter story! I've had this weird fascination with Lucius for the longest time and if I don't get this story off of my chest I'm going to be drove crazy!
Anyways, please review!