Shattering Silver
By: Lauthica Green Clinkenbeard
Chapter Nine: Well, This is Awkward
Lucius could feel the beginning of a migraine teasing his temple. He made a note to brew more Dolokephelous potion and keep it around for the rest of Samantha's stay, for it was she, yet again, who was making his life a living hell. He half-heartedly chuckled to himself. He had threatened to do just that when he lunged at her on the stairs and now the tables were quite turned. Now, here he stood, thoroughly pissed off and frustrated, both out of anger as well as sexually. He had another dream about her. No, it was more of a borderline nightmare because one small measure of himself actually had enjoyed it. He was standing among his fellow Deatheaters as they laughed while torturing a group of American muggles. Samantha came running at them yelling at them to stop. Lucius casted the Imperius curse on her and they all took turns having their way with her. Her body was covered in fingerprint shaped bruises when it was Lucius's turn. He slid into her slowly. Merlin, he thought, she was unbelievably wet, slick with the cum of his colleagues. He held her wrists above her head and forced her to wrap her legs around his waist. He moved slowly, trying to imprint every sensation he was feeling into his memory. Every thrust he adjusted the angle of his penis trying to find her special pleasure spot. When his eyes met hers to try and read her response, he stopped. Her eyes were flat and lifeless from the curse. She was no better than a zombie. That wouldn't do, he thought. He was Lucius Malfoy, God's gift to women. He picked up his wand and retracted the curse, and thrusted again harder. She blinked as her consciousness returned and then gasped as she realized what was going on. Her eyes locked onto Lucius's. He thrusted again hoping to hear her squeal in delight but she only screamed and not out of pleasure. Tears rained down from her cheeks as she desperately tried to crawl away, clawing at Lucius's chest and face. He tried to cover her mouth but winced when he felt her teeth sink into his skin. Another Deatheater swiftly kicked her in the face tearing open her flesh just above her eyebrow. She continued to cry as the blood trickled down her face. Lucius looked down at her, still inside her, but his penis had begun to soften from his disgust. There was no pleasure in this, this wasn't what he wanted to do to her. How could he have stooped so low?
That was when he woke up. He sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes, a sinking feeling growing in his chest. Somewhere, deep in the dusty corners of his mind palace a painful memory resurfaced. The event of the rape was real. He recalled that dark night when some half-blood, whose name he couldn't even remember, tried to stop them as they tortured and killed her family. They all raped her. Lucius had been the last and with the roar of his release he casted the killing curse. It was one of the many biggest regrets of the atrocities he had committed in his life. He hated his subconscious for being so cruel to replace the nameless half-blood with Samantha. Maybe he really was just a monster. Merlin, if she ever found out about his past...
He sighed and looked down at the six shirts he had laid out on his bed all of various colours and degrees of formality. The meeting at Gringotts was important so he needed to look his best, but if he dressed too formally he would look absolutely ridiculous sitting in Bard and Gilly's Pub. He decided to wait until he saw what Samantha was wearing to make a final decision. He slipped on a regal, red silk smoking jacket that was trimmed in rabbit fur and secured it exiting his bedroom and headed down the stairs for breakfast. He glanced at his watch, it was eight thirty, his meeting wasn't until eleven and Narcissa had already left for fashion week.
Much to his dismay, Samantha wasn't at the table when he entered the dining room. He filled his plate quickly with honey oats, two pieces of bacon, some peaches that had been spiced with cinnamon, and a small bowl of Greek yogurt. Vinny appeared as soon as he sat down at his place at the head of the table.
"I'll have builder's tea today, Vinny," he said, "Just ice water, bring me the Daily Prophet, and tell Lizzy to tell Miss Samantha that I wish her to join me for breakfast."
"Miss Samantha has already had her breakfast," Vinny said.
"What?!" Lucius asked in a tone that was perhaps a little too angry than he should have sounded. Vinny cowered under his gaze.
"I'm sorry, Master," he said, "She woke early to wish off the Mistress and had her breakfast shortly after."
"I see," Lucius said, "Very well, carry on."
Vinny disappeared and soon Lucius's glass and mug filled. Kingsley appeared handing him the paper. It was very considerate for Samantha to wish off Narcissa, Lucius thought. Her manner and character were impressing him everyday. However, it didn't help his wardrobe conundrum. He took a sip of his tea as he read the title of an article on the front page and nearly choked, the scolding hot liquid catching in his throat as he coughed.
"Malfoy's Make Headlines Again?" Lucius read out loud. "Bloody hell," He glanced through the rest of the article.
"The Malfoy's have been very busy bees buzzing around lately! Famous best-selling author Samantha Pierce-Weston, a near princess of the noble houses of Ezust and Szerelem from Hungary, has arrived in Great Britain and is staying at the manor of none other than the notorious Lucius Malfoy. No one seems to know why the American is here in Britain, though I am guessing it has something to do with the Ministry's Christmas Ball. Samantha is the daughter of Samuel Lokison Christian Pierce-Weston and Elizabeth Gyon Dragulia Ezust Szerelem, both from long lines of the wizarding elite. What nefarious plans does the former Deatheater have for the young woman? What kind of professional connections does she hope to make here? I managed to get an interview with the Dean of Ilvermorny, Kevin Gordirini.
Skeeter-'I'm sure that you must feel proud that one of your students has found such great success,'
Dean Gordirini-'We are proud of all of our students, thought Miss Samantha has definitely been a wonderful beacon to bring pride to our school.'
Skeeter-'What kind of student was she?'
Dean Gordirini-'Very diligent. She played a lot of sports, but she always kept her studies her priority. She was top of her class in Charms and Flying, and she also led the Quidditch team to a national championship trophy. Our flying teacher, Mr. Droomswick, was sure she would be drafted onto the American National Qudditch team, but she turned down the invitation after the wedding was canceled.'
Skeeter-'What wedding?'
Dean Gordirini-'Her own wedding. The family called it off only two months before the save the date.'
Skeeter-'Oh really? How odd, does anyone know why?'
Dean Gordirini-'Such matters are not for me to discuss, now if you'll excuse me I have important matters to attend to.'
Skeeter-'Thank you, Mr. Gordirini, I appreciate your time.'
So, it would seem that this feisty American writer might have a few skeletons in the closet, and whose closet is the best to keep them? Why, no better choice than Lucius Malfoy! I'll be keeping a close eye on Samantha Pierce-Weston during her stay here, and let's hope that all of her fans pray that she'll survive unscathed in Malfoy Manor."
Lucius crumpled up the paper and threw it across the table, "KINGSLEY!" he roared. The elderly house elf appeared trembling in fear.
"Y…Yes, Master?" he squeaked.
"If any letter arrives from Rita Skeeter, no matter who it is addressed to, you are to destroy it immediately! Keep a close eye out for anything out of the ordinary. I'll be damned before I let that vile woman think that she can try to tarnish us again. Bloody hell, I can't believe she had the gall to pull something like this!"
"Yes, Master," Kingsley said bowing as he disappeared.
Samantha stood in the middle of her wardrobe with her arms crossed, "I should have asked him which restaurant he planned on going to," she said out loud. She had no idea how to dress for this. There were at least a dozen different places they could go for lunch, some were pretty casual but a few were very posh. She couldn't picture Lucius in his fine dress robes sitting at the bar of some place munching down on a cheese burger. She sighed, frustrated, and decided to just ask him.
"Lizzy?" Samantha asked. The tiny house elf appeared at once.
"Yes, Miss Samantha," Lizzy asked.
"Would you please tell Mr. Malfoy that I want to talk to him real quick?" Sam asked.
"Certainly, Miss Samantha. The Master was just finishing his breakfast," Lizzy said as she vanished.
Just as Kingsley had disappeared, Lizzy appeared with a POP and Lucius actually jumped not expecting to see her.
"Master, please forgive Lizzy, but Miss Samantha has requested an audience with you." Lizzy said bowing.
"Very well," Lucius said, "Where is she?"
"She is waiting for you in her bedchamber," Lizzy said.
Lucius heart started to pound in his chest. He gulped, "Thank you, Lizzy. I'll go up at once."
As soon as Lizzy snapped and disappeared, Lucius shot up from the table like a rocket knocking over his ice water and tea. He sprinted into the hallway grabbing the frame of the door to help him change direction. Could this be it? Had she finally succumbed to his charms? He reached the stairs and took them two by two, and a couple of times three by three. He pictured her spread out on her bed waiting for him, aching for him. Bloody hell! He only wished he could run faster. He came to the junction at the top of the third floor and rounded the corner into the west wing.
BAM!
Lucius had plowed into another female house elf. He knee cracked painfully against the elf's forehead and he flipped forward and landed on his back groaning.
"Oh My Goodness, Master!" the elf said, "Patricia is very very sorry, Master!"
"Bloody hell!" Lucius said sitting up slowly. His shoulder and knee were throbbing. "Go back down to the laundry room, now!" Lucius commanded glaring at her.
"Yes, Master," Patricia said and disappeared quickly.
Lucius groaned again as he made his way onto his feet. He reached down and rubbed his knee, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" he yelled out loud. Lucius heard a door open down the hallway.
"Lucius?" Samantha asked, "Is everything alright?"
"It's fine. I'm fine." He said and he tried to wave his hand to gesture toward her, but winced when a shooting pain ran through his shoulder and down his arm. He grunted as he let his arm fall back down limp. Samantha hurried over.
"What happen?!" she asked.
"I was on my way to your room," Lucius said looking at her holding his throbbing shoulder, "Tripped over Patricia."
"Patricia?" Sam asked confused.
"She's the house elf that does most of the laundry," he answered, "I was running and didn't see her."
"Why the hell were you running?" Sam asked giving him a funny look.
"I…Well I…." he racked his brain trying to come up with anything. "I remembered that I left a candle burning….in my wardrobe." He wasn't about to admit that he was running because he thought Samantha finally wanted to sleep with him.
Sam giggled, "You love your clothes that much, huh?"
Dammit, Lucius cursed to himself. Now she was really going to see him as an arrogant arse. She gently grabbed hold of his left arm, "Tell me when it hurts," she said as she slowly guided him to raise it.
"THERE, URGH!" he exclaimed, wincing when his arm was halfway up.
"I don't think it's dislocated," she said letting go of his arm, "But you definitely pulled or torn something. What about your knee?"
"It hurts," he said and chuckled. Sam gave him a disapproving look.
"Come on," she said, "I have a first-aid kit in my room."
Lucius inhaled sharply when Samantha wrapped one arm around his shoulders. He wrapped his good arm around hers and leaned onto her. He was thankful for the pain now. It was keeping his mind from processing Samantha's unsupported bosom in her nightgown and the fact that one of her breasts was pressing into his side. The other just slightly jiggling with every move she made.
Samantha guided the now slightly limping Lucius into her bedroom and sat him down on the bed. Lucius watched her closely as she went to a large trunk in the corner, opened it, and then pulled out a smaller case. She brought it back over and set it on the bed opening it.
"Here," she said pulling out a small vile of a red potion, "This will help with the pain."
"Thank you," Lucius said taking the vile. He drank it quickly and sighed in relief as the magic swept over him. Damn, he thought. The pain began to fade considerably and he looked at Samantha with pride. She must share his natural talent for potion making. Unfortunately, now that his pain wasn't the first priority in his brain, his mind wandered onto thoughts of another nature. His eyes took in every detail of her body in the nightgown, and every time she passed in front of the fireplace the fabric turned sheer and showed off a perfect silhouette of her hips and buttocks. He pictured his face in-between her thighs nibbling at her skin and licking at her folds. His eyes shot wide open. No, no, please no, Lucius thought as he felt a rush of blood between his legs. This was absolutely the worst possible time for him to become aroused.
It only made matters worse when Samantha reached out and started to untie the knot of his smoking jacket which was only about five centimeters above his crotch.
"Whoa!" he said as his hand flew out and grabbed her wrist. He was happy that she didn't flinch away from him, which was what he expected, but she was drifting into dangerous territory. He thought back to his dream. He did not want to end up raping her. He already hated himself that he was a man with the capacity to rape, and if he lost control and did it to Samantha he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
"What is it?" Sam asked looking up at him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly as his breathing became uneasy.
"Well, I can't heal your shoulder if I can't see it," she said.
"I can do it myself." He said as he let go of her wrist. He slowly slid his injured arm out of the jacket, but winced as he reached over to free the other one.
"See?" Sam asked crossing her arms, "Typical man, and you can't undo your buttons with one hand."
Lucius frowned up at her, "Alright," he said. Please Merlin, let her not notice, he thought. Then again, if she did notice his partial erection she might take pity on him and give him what he wanted.
Samantha gently slid off the rest of the smoking jacket and folding it up tossing it down on the foot of the bed. Lucius had to force himself to close his eyes when she started on the buttons of his pajama top. She was bent over slightly and her breasts were hanging only a few centimeters in front of his face. He desperately tried to think of anything else. Why did Narcissa have to choose this week to leave? That's all he needed, a good shag. One quick shag to clear his mind and then maybe he would start acting like a proper chaperone.
As Samantha reached the last few buttons her finger tips brushed against something hard. What the, she thought. She paused and glanced down. Holy shit, she thought. Lucius was popping a damn chubby! Pervert, she thought. She looked back to his face. His eyes were still closed but his face reddened with embarrassment knowing that she noticed. Sam thought about cracking a joke, but the poor man had endured enough pain for one day. She hurried up with the last buttons avoiding his "happy place" and carefully slid off the top. She folded it up and set it down on top of the jacket. She tried to ignore the snake and skull on his forearm.
Lucius opened his eyes but he couldn't bring himself to look directly into hers. He was glad that she didn't say anything, which he thought showed off Samantha's impeccable decorum. Unfortunately now he was fully erect after she had accidently grazed what used to be a "slight" bulge, and he was mortified. He still had to face spending the entire afternoon with her.
"Tell me when it hurts," Samantha said as she reached out for her wand on the nightstand. She delicately began to trace her fingers over the muscles in his shoulder. She couldn't help but spare a couple of glances at his bare, muscular chest and abs, and she allowed herself to spare one more down in between his legs. Of course he would have a big dick, she thought to herself as she noted the considerable size of the bump, and rolled her eyes. It was the perfect accessory to his arrogance. He was a big dick with a big dick. She snorted trying to stop herself from bursting out in laughter.
"What is it?" Lucius asked.
"Oh nothing," she said, "Hold still."
Lucius sighed, wondering what she could be thinking until another jolt of pain ran down his arm.
"Ah! There," he said grimacing, looking down at his shoulder.
"Ok," Sam said as she placed the tip of her wand on the spot where Lucius said it was, "This might sting a little."
Lucius finally looked at her. She had a look of genuine concern in her eyes. He nodded and looked back down at his shoulder.
"Myomaigia!" she said.
"URGH!" Lucius yelled as he squinted up his entire face. It felt like she had set his shoulder on fire and the pain was now shooting through his entire body.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she said, "Just a few more seconds."
Lucius could feel the muscles moving under his skin. He inhaled sharply through his teeth and clenched his hands into white knuckled fists. After what seemed like an eternity the pain finally eased. He relaxed and sighed in relief.
"Bloody hell," he said rubbing his shoulder.
"Does it feel any better?" Sam asked.
Lucius flexed his left arm raising it above his head a couple of times. It was sore, but it wasn't nearly as painful as it had been.
"It's much better," he said, "Thank you."
Samantha handed him back his pajama top, "I told you that I exceeded in charms."
"And potions too, I see," Lucius said taking the shirt, "That was a perfect Dolomyous potion. I was very impressed."
"Roll up your pant leg," Sam said as she sat down on the floor on her knees. Lucius leaned over and rolled the fabric up. He smirked to himself, he knew something else Samantha could do to him from her knees.
"The knee wasn't as painful as the shoulder," Lucius said, "It will probably just have a nasty bruise."
Samantha gently ran her fingers over his kneecap, "I don't think you broke anything." She said as she wrapped her hand around his leg feeling around the back of his knee.
"That tickles," Lucius said smiling down at her.
"Oh, you shoosh," she said, "Your ACL is fine." She placed her wand just above his kneecap, "Livoria Periatus!"
Lucius winced again, but this time it felt like his knee was in a block of ice. It felt like hundreds of needles were jabbing into his skin.
"Dammit!" he said, "These healing spells are almost as excruciating as the initial injury."
"It's better than limping around Diagon Alley with your arm in a sling," Samantha said as she pulled her wand away from Lucius's knee, "You might be sore for a few days, but you're basically good as new."
Lucius bent his leg and couple of times, "Thank you." He was also glad that the pain from her healing charms managed to subdue his rampaging libido and got rid of the awkward erection. He stood up and crossed the room to the door.
"Wait!" Samantha called out.
"What is it?" Lucius asked turning back to look at her.
"I wanted to ask you where you planned on going to lunch?" she asked.
"Oh," Lucius said. He had completely forgotten that she said she wanted to talk to him. "Bard and Gilly's pub." He said, and he left the room.
Well, Samantha thought, at least she wouldn't have to worry about what she was wearing in a pub, but out of respect for Lucius she would pick something nice. She walked over to the wardrobe and started to dig through her collection of casual dresses. She pulled out a sundress and looked it over. It was simple, solid white but it had a cute floral pattern on the bust and short bell sleeves. She carried the dress and laid it out on her bed. She returned to the wardrobe and grabbed a skintight, black turtle neck, some knee high, black socks, and her knickers. She piled them on the bed and then headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
As she lathered up her hair, her thoughts drifted back to Lucius. She was actually pleasantly surprised to see that he was still in pretty good shape for his age. She assumed he was at, or at least near fifty, but his body was as taught as a man her age. She noticed quite a few scars that dotted across his pale skin, but she supposed that was an occupational hazard for a Deatheater. His tattoo flashed in her mind. Oddly, seeing it just now didn't frighten her as it had the previous night at dinner. There was something about seeing him in pain, seeing him so vulnerable. It had made him more of a human. The great Lucius Malfoy pulling a muscle in his shoulder! She chuckled to herself. Then her mind drifted to the "other" thing that happened.
She blushed when she pictured the bump in his pants. He had said he didn't know why she enchanted him so much, but she had no idea just how much she affected him. Seeing it with her own eyes made her realized just what kind of agony he must be in. She felt sorry for him but there was nothing she could do. It wasn't like she was doing it to him on purpose. She would never sleep with a married man, and she felt bad that Narcissa had left. The bastard would have blue balls for a week.
Lucius finally decided on a white silk shirt, his black waistcoat with matching suit jacket, and his Italian loafers. He chose his sigil cufflinks, and his dragon skin trimmed cloak with ruby studded broaches. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail with a black ribbon. He slipped on his rings and stood proudly admiring himself in the mirror. He was still embarrassed about his loss of control but doubted that Samantha would bring it up again. He laughed to himself catching himself in the pun. He was sure that she would in fact "bring him up" again. Merlin, this was going to be an interesting afternoon. He left his bedroom and headed down the stairs to the castle's main fireplace. He glanced at his watch, it was now ten thirty. He heard the clacking of heels on stone and looked up just as Samantha came into view. She looked stunning, as she always did. Lucius took in the details of her cute little dress smiling. She had her hair pulled into a perky, high ponytail and wore a thick, black headband. She had on minimal makeup, but again accented her features perfectly. Samantha looked down meeting his gaze and smiled back.
"You look very prestigious, Lucius," she said.
"You look beautiful, as always," Lucius said. He reached out for her hand as she came to the last few steps. To his surprise she took it, and he guided her to the floor like a true gentleman. Kingsley appeared and handed Samantha her cloak.
"Thank you, Kingsley," Samantha said. Lucius grabbed the cloak from Kingsley and draped it over her shoulders. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two broaches that were casted into the Malfoy sigil and fastened them to the cloak.
"I have my own broaches," Samantha said slightly confused.
"Please, I insist," he said smiling at her, "I want everyone to know that you are my honored guest," And that you belong to me, he thought.
"Thank you," Samantha said, "I'm very flattered."
Lucius held out his arm and she took it. Lucius inhaled deeply. He was growing rather fond of Samantha's unorthodox vanilla perfume. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder from a fancy vase on a stand next to the fireplace. They stepped inside and soon were transported to the fireplace inside The Leaky Cauldron.
Author's Note:
Once again I would like to personally thank fowlgirl19 for the review. It really does make a writer's day when they know that someone is enjoying their work. I hope this chapter is up to your expectations. I won't always have an author's note in every chapter, but I will try to recognize fans when I can. To everyone else who is also reading this, please review. It really helps my motivation and encourages me to write and post faster. I also wanted to include a note in this post because of the darker nature of this chapter. I do not support rape in any way or form. It is a terrible crime. I do not condone Lucius's actions at all. I only wanted to tease the audience a bit with something truly atrocious to hint at Lucius's past, and I hope I am not spoiling anything by admitting that Samantha will eventually find out all about his past in future chapters. I also have my own concern that I might be advancing the plot too slowly. I intended this to be a slow burn with complex formations of different variations of human relationships, but I hope that I am still adding enough fluff to keep you all interested. Trust me, the ending is going to be explosive, and I hope we will all reach it together. Please, please, please, please review, if you have the time, and don't forget to check out my page on Facebook and "like." I also hope that I do a good job at portraying the esteemed, comedic genius of Billy Connolly. I am a huge fan of his stand-up. If you haven't heard him before, please check him out. He is absolutely hilarious! The next chapter should be up in a few days, Merlin willing, (lol) and for now, I bid you all a fond farewell.
