Chapter 3- In the Study
The following weeks found Eleanor painfully studying through the rights and rituals of being a member of Malfoy society, she was instructed by Narcissa in practically everything, from speech, to sitting, even how to eat, only on weekends could she relax, and was free to wonder to ancient libraries, in desperate hope to find an interesting book on Dark Arts or curses, and never being successful.
It was a Sunday, the most boring of all days for Eleanor, she was currently bent over a piece of parchment studying Slytherin calligraphy, desperately wanting something to eat.
Rain pattered hard against the window, making it hard to concentrate.
Finally she stood up and decided to sneak into the kitchens for something to eat, it would be hours before Narcissa would check on her niece, at the moment the mansion was preparing for Draco's return form Hogwarts.
Elanore moved silently along the hall and down the long, winding staircase to the kitchens.
When she entered, all the house elves were sleeping, no doubt exhausted from all the perpetrations being made for the Malfoy's son.
Slowly and gently, she tip toed across the stone floor, an headed for the nearest pantry, inside he found fresh bread and jars of home mead jam, mouth watering, she quickly snatched a roll and a pot of jam, before sneaking back up into her room.
Feeling better once she had eaten, Eleanor decided to explore some more of the mansion toady,
She knew that she if she was caught somewhere she shouldn't be the consequences would be severe, but she doubted anyone would discover her, Lucius was away on business, Narcissa was planning her son a surprise dinner for receiving top marks in all his exams, and every other member of the household was a servant, too busy in worrying about the Malfoy's to be worrying about her.
She ambled through the corridors, feeling exceptionally bored, the most interesting room she had found so far was what appeared to be a torture chamber, and that was more disturbing than interesting.
She drifted up towards the top floor, where all the most secretive rooms seemed to be kept, not one of the doors seemed to want to open She stood in the candle lit hallway and counted the doors, twelve in all, the only one she hadn't tried to open so far was the end one, only because she had been seen by a particularly nosey and unpleasant house elf at the time, and decided against hanging around.
With a furtive backward glance she silently made her way down the corridor, towards the last room, to her amazement, the door stood slightly ajar, a warm glow spilled out from it into the dingy hallway.
Curiously she peered in the room, able to see a large desk scattered with many sheets of parchment and empty inkbottles.
Without another thought she slipped into the room, and surveyed her surroundings.
There were books piled high, some open, some closed, all labeled with subjects to do with the Dark Arts, " so this is where they are hidden." She thought to herself.
There was a large chair next to the desk covered in worn green plush, Eleanor made her way over to the chair and sat in it, giggling to herself at how badly she was behaving.
A large uncorked bottle of fire whiskey sat on top of the sheets of parchment, there was an empty glass by her foot, carelessly, she snatched up the glass and filled it half way, her senses were tingling with excitement, she felt so naughty, she let the familiar feeling of wickedness set in, this was her, truly her, Eleanor Black, badly behaved and proud.
She sipped the fire whiskey letting it burn down her throat, and leave a pleasant sweet taste in her mouth, she hadn't had a drink in ages, as she was only seventeen, her mother and father had only allowed small quantities at parties, she was glad they never found out how much she really liked to drink…
She drained the glass, allowing the fire whiskey to dull her senses, she sighed deeply and relaxed in the chair, for the moment she had not a care in the world, it felt great.
She poured out another glass and drank, she now felt quite tipsy, she closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to take hold.
As she lay in the chair a strange feeling took hold of her, a strangely selfish, arousing feeling, her thoughts turned to sex.
She had little or no do with the matter, she wasn't a virgin, but her parents had been so strict on her dating habits that the only way she could find any sexual pleasure was by a quick romp in a cupboard, or classroom.
Her breathing was shallow now as erotic images filled her mind, she was being caressed, spoilt, attended to in every way she wanted, her hand moved inside her long, velvet skirt and down in-between her thighs, she squirmed a little, praying she wasn't caught, but the threat of it exciting her a little more.
She stimulated herself gently, until she arched her back stiffly, her body ready for a climax, then the tension released, as a warm orgasm spread out from the thighs and she shuddered softly, " Lucius." She whispered before she could stop herself.
Shocked, she opened her eyes and stared at the floorboards, her heart fluttered, what on earth had made her say that?!
" I trust you are finished in my study?" Lucius Malfoy's voice sounded through the room like a gunshot in the silence.
With a jolt of surprise, Eleanor scrambled to her feet, the whiskey glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the hard floor, a mixture of dread and humiliation seeping down into her stomach like poison, her face burnt.
" I-I thought you were away…" she croaked, her head light and dizzy, staring intently at her feet, how long had he been standing there, what had he heard?!
" However, if you wish to continue, I shall not object, lord knows I could use some…entertainment." He continued, completely ignoring her statement, she couldn't help but look up at him, she found his eyes lazily surveying her body, a slight smirk played about his lips.
He was dressed in his usual black robes, though today his hair was smoothed back from his face in a silk ribbon.
Feeling suddenly angered and even more embarrassed by his words, she made her way hastily toward the door not daring to look at him.
As she walked past, he grabbed hold of her wrist.
"I have been thinking…" he paused, forcing her to stare him directly in the eyes.
"About how you intend to repay me for staying in my mansion."
Eleanor did not struggle under his hold, even though she wanted to, she wanted to run away as fast as possible.
" I-I have not really given a great deal of thought.." she replied honestly, she knew the Malfoy's were doing her a great service taking her in, and yet she hadn't even thought of a way to thank them.
" Well, I am sure you will relieved to discover that I have given the matter considerable thought." He said, his voice no more than a murmur.
Suddenly, and roughly, he pulled her body towards his, twisting her arm behind her back, she winced slightly as his face was a mere few inches from hers, he was a good head taller than her, she felt intimidated.
She could smell him now, a strong masculine scent, musky and enticing, despite herself she felt her heart begin to pound.
His fingers gently found themselves tracing the outline of her plump lips.
" We must find you an appropriate position in this household." He spoke softly, endearingly, the feel of his fingertips against her mouth was causing Eleanor to loosen herself in submission, the fire whisky clouding her better judgment.
"MR. MALFOY!" The sudden horrendous shriek of a distraught servant tore through the corridor.
Lucius snatched his hand away like a scalded cat; Eleanor seemed to come to her senses also, and without another word turned and fled down the hall, feeling confused and upset.
