More sexual content, just a heads up


Narcissa smiled when he came back to their room. She was very frail now, and the Healers, unable to diagnose her, had recently whispered to him that her days were numbered.

"How are you, darling?" he asked, sitting gently next to her on the bed and pushing her hair off her face.

"So much better now that you've returned. Where did you get to all day?"

"I'm sorry to have been so absent, but I had quite a lot of work. I was just holed up in the study."

"You work too hard."

"Perhaps," he mused, sliding down into bed with her, "but I won't you leave you for so long again."

She relaxed in his arms, and they slept.


Early the next morning, before the sun had even really risen, Lucius slipped out of bed and made his way, in his dressing gown and pajamas, to Ginny's room. He was not surprised to find her wide awake, glaring at him when he entered. She had managed to thrash the glove off her stomach, but otherwise remained firmly bound.

"Sleep well?" he asked in a conversational sort of way as he sat down next to her. Her eyes were alight with a fire that hadn't been there the day before.

"Bastard," she spat out, even as he began to free her.

"Yes, this was bad of me, wasn't it? I'm sure Tom Riddle would be ashamed. Actually…" He trailed off, appearing to contemplate this as he rubbed her sore wrist.

"You think you're clever then, showing me how wrong I was to want this?" Ginny shifted on the bed, swinging her legs off the side. A wet spot was revealed on the coverlet when she moved.

"Is it wrong even if you enjoyed it?" he asked, eying the damp place.

"Yes," she said back, stubborn to the end.

"Another intriguing thought."

She raised her hand up to slap him, but he was quicker, and snatched her wrist in midair.

"Now, now, let's not be hasty. You came to me, remember?" Lucius lowered her arm but kept a grip on her, leaning closer. "You wanted this."

And he kissed her, very deeply, until he felt her relax. When he released her, she wrapped her arms around him of her own free will, and laid back on the bed.

"More," she whispered, pushing his dressing gown off and making for the buttons on his pajamas.

He wanted her. It had been a long time for him, and life was only getting harder as Narcissa continued to fail. But this wasn't about him. Or rather, despite his put-on confidence, he had no idea what it was about. Lucius decided that he needed to decide what he was trying to do before he took this girl any farther down his rabbit hole, and with difficultly, he pulled away from her grasp.

"I don't think this is the time," he said, remaining composed. Ginny sat back on her elbows and looked at him, disappointed, pleading with half-closed, needy eyes. Lucius dipped down and retrieved his dressing gown, and found his wand in its pockets. He waved it, and breakfast appeared on the desk. "You are not my prisoner, although I do want to help you, and have you here. Leave, for today, and come back in the morning if you wish to commit to this."

"Commit to what?" she asked, confused by his oscillating signals.

"I do not know exactly," he confessed, tying his dressing gown, "but haven't the past hours already been better than anything else you've tried? There's Floo powder on the mantle."

Then he left yet again.


She ate, and took a shower in the luxurious adjoining bathroom, and got dressed in the same clothes she had come in. After all that had happened, they felt remarkably plain. She Flooed back to her empty apartment, and found that it was still early enough to get to work on time. She got dressed and made her way to the Ministry, where she had a desk job in the Auror office. They wanted her in the field, and offered the promotion regularly, but she never really trusted herself in those situations anymore. Immediately upon arriving, she knocked on her boss's door to apologize for the day before.

"I don't know what came over me," she said, and he had smiled kindly. Allowances were always made for her, being who she was. Ginny went on to ask for two weeks vacation, effective immediately. Since Lucius had locked the door behind him that morning, she had had no doubt of what she wanted to do. "I think I really need it right now," she explained, "and you know I've never really taken advantage my vacation time before." He sent her back to her desk to set everything in order for her time away, and that was the end of that.

She went to home after work and sat down to write a letter home, explaining that she felt she needed time away to sort out some things in her life, and not to worry. Trusting that her mother and whoever happened to be at the Burrow at that time would spread the news like wildfire, she ate a sandwich for dinner, and went to sleep.


When he stepped out of Ginny's room that morning, Lucius paused. He was hard, very hard, and had tried to ease his way out before she would notice. Trusting that she could not hear anything in her enchanted room, and that no one would make their way to that part of the Manor so early in the morning, he leaned up against the window frame, looking out over the grounds. Shamefully, he dug his hand down the front of his pajama pants and began furtively masturbating. As he came, biting his lip hard to try and suppress his groans, he could see her before his eyes, lying there, asking him to take her.

He cleaned up his mess with a wave of his wand, and went back to Narcissa, blushing only a little at his foolishness.


I promise these two are going to have some very naughty fun in the next chapter, so stay on the alert.