Lucius Malfoy and The Mudblood Girl (Adult Version)
Sitting nervously alone in the compartment as the train left platform 9 & 3/4, with only my tiny scruff of feathers owl Ralph for company, my attention suddenly broke from my reading as the door to the compartment opened and you strode in with a surety about yourself even at such a tender age, your sheet of blond hair curtaining your face, for a split second my heart leapt before blushing. I returned to my book and you sat across from me, it was a solid 15 minutes of silence before the sweet trolley came to our door offering a selection of chocolate frogs and the like, you bought so many I thought you surely must have been buying for the whole first year class!
Leaning across, you smile, yet there was an arrogance in your eyes that somehow complemented your handsome face, offering me my choice of sweets, we laughed over guess the flavours of Every Flavour Beans, a green one I selected sure it would be apple turned out to be freshly mowed grass!
For half the journey you acted as the perfect young gentleman telling me your name was Lucius Malfoy, I introduced myself as Eliza but before I could tell you my surname you insisted upon guessing for yourself, with each wrong guess I enjoyed the game even more with your attempts including, Fawley, Burke and Nott until laughing you gave up, with a playful grin on my face I gave you the answer that It was in fact Beamish and that I was muggle born.
Your handsome features crumpled into a scowl and it was as though a dementor had sucked the goodwill of the last hour out of the air, you said nothing but stood, leaving the compartment, the door crashing shut with a bang behind you
Tears pricked, my face hurt, but not knowing why you had reacted thus, with a soft sigh I went back to my reading though even then you were in the back of my mind.
Sometime later other people joined the compartment having moved from another after one of its muggle born occupants had started regurgitating slugs! Feeling shy I kept my head down and distanced myself from the new occupants who seemed happy to chatter along to themselves
After crossing the black lake by boat with Hagrid, the next time I saw you was briefly as we were being sorted, the hat speaking to me that though my heart had been touched by Slytherin that I would find myself to prosper better in Ravenclaw.
So it was that Eliza Beamish became the second Ravenclaw that year to join the long table of that house, I watched as the rest of our year were sorted, noting a blonde girl by the name of Narcissa Black immediately sorted into Slytherin just after I had been seated with the rest of my new house.
I tried not to be too obvious but as your name came about I secretly hoped you would be joining Ravenclaw's table, however you were also sorted into Slytherin where the loudest cheer of the day was made as you were slapped on the back by several prefects and welcomed to the green table.
I did not see you so much in the next few years aside from the odd glance when passing you on the hall, you the centre of attention with a rapturous crowd around you holding on to your every word.
I of course made friends of my own in time, sharing my dorm with a friendly bunch of girls, however in later years whenever a boy would seemingly take an interest in me, unfortunate incidents would befall him, until I became known as a jinx to show any interest to, and attention in me waned
It may have been wishful thinking, or perhaps it was my imagination, but every so often I was sure I saw you look upon me for a split second, by then of course you and Narcissa were becoming a serious couple and I tried to concentrate on my education receiving high scores in my O.W.L.s and was projected to do just as well in my N.E.W.T.s
School finished and we were off back to our respective homes to go off into the big wide world and take our next steps in life now as adult magical folk.
It was there on the Hogwarts Express that things became a little cloudy and patchy which I later found out the Imperius Curse was to blame, taken then under the soft cover of the spell I was yours, no love spell required, your grip on me strong.
Much of what I know for the next few years are memories that you have shown me, how over time I became your amusement, kept in conditions no better than a house elf, I was your owned 'little mudblood' kept locked up in the dank cellar of Malfoy manor hardly seeing you from one week to the next, I was your property, your slave only fit to be at your feet and not at your side of course, That spot was taken by Lady Narcissa your now wife, I was so far off her radar that it was as though I did not exist.
Slowly the magical hold you had over me was weakened little by little as I became more conscious of where I was and my station, soon no magical entrapment was needed, I was yours by now body, mind and soul.
It was then one night to my delight and now fully conscious that you sent your servants down to my pen with a simple white knee length gown and things to wash and groom myself with the instruction you would be coming to me within the hour.
So thankful to be given the opportunity to be found pleasing Sir I almost rubbed my skin raw in an effort to look my best, slipping the simple gown over my now clean body, my heart racing at the thought of seeing you soon.
The minutes ticked by so slowly it seemed until the door swung open and you were stood there handsome as ever, your aristocratic beauty matured with age, I realised then that I loved you, though not as a life partner and equal but as your toy, your obedient little slut,
Viewing me for a moment your face giving away not a trace of your approval (or lack of) you simply pointed to the ground before you where I crawled coming down onto my stomach before you as you had taught me, my gentle tongue softly kissing your shoes.
After a moment when you tired of my lavations you took my hair in a rough bunch in your hand pulling me up to my knees again looking upon that which you so owned, my knees parted before you naked under the thin white cloth around my curvy body
'Eliza' you said in a soft voice, I gasped for this was the first time I had heard you use my name, as usually your referred to me by any number of derogating names such as 'slut' 'mudblood' or simply just a look was enough.
'Eliza' you said,
'yes Sir' I whispered,
'Do you love me'
'yes Sir' I repeated,
'You are aware that one such as yourself, muggle born cannot be anything but a slave to me' you stated not unkindly
'Yes Sir, I wish to serve you in whatever way you choose' In softly answered, trying to hold back tears
'Very well, spread your thighs wide, cross your wrists holding them up, and beg to be my slave, I want you to do this only if this is what you truly want' you asserted.
'It is! It is! Sir" I joyfully babbled moving myself into the demanded position'
Swiftly taking a metal collar from inside your robes you locked it about my throat the cold metal feeling heavier that its actual weight pressing cold against my skin
Removing a wand from inside your robe, I noticed that it was once mine, something you had long ago taken from me, with an abrupt series of words unknown to me it crumbled into dust before my eyes, You scattering the remains upon the floor.
Before I could take in what had just happened, your body was against mine pushing me backwards on to the rough floor of my cell claiming my maidenhead in rude and abrupt fashion, the sensation sending my neglected reactions sky high, my legs winding around you tightly as you took your pleasure from me as nothing but your owned chattel.
I cried out in utter pleasure, your hands deep in my hair pinning me flat to the ground before cumming hard into my wet pussy, dragging me back on to my knees as you stand up holding my head against your still hard rod as I lick you clean of a combination of our juices.
Once you felt I had finished my task, you pushed me from you turning and leaving, gasping, I fall onto my belly so full of gratitude and love for you, as the door bangs shut, I whisper ... I love you my Master...