OLD FRIENDS

"Ms. Devire, Sir." His servant bowed her into his study.

"Felicia!" he exclaimed, rising from the armchair in front of the fire. Surprise and genuine pleasure registered in his voice. "What a delightful surprise! It's truly wonderful to see you again!"

She extended her hand to him, her eyes glistening with delight at his unusually open response to her arrival. She knew the man, knew how close he kept himself. "Darling Lucius," she purred contentedly, "if I had known I would receive such a warm welcome, I would have returned years ago!"

"Would you expect that I would greet you otherwise?" He took her outstretched hand and raised it to his lips. The softness of his kiss sent a shiver down her spine. He pulled her to him, his eyes teasing as they met hers. Ah, Lucius…still so beautiful…

"Well, I hoped you might be pleased to see me…"

The door to the study burst open. "Father, I wonder…" he broke off, suddenly bereft of speech. Oh, God!

"What is the meaning of bursting into my private study like this?" Lucius Malfoy, iron ruler of the Malfoy Dynasty, demanded quietly of his son. His eyes were steel, filled with cold control.

How very like Lucius not to bother to release her from his grasp as he faced his son. Of course, no one would dare to question him, would dare even raise an eyebrow upon finding him practically embracing a woman other than his wife in his study. It would never even occur to him that such a thing should be questioned.

"I-I'm sorry, Father, I-I didn't think…"

"Obviously." His father responded tersely. "Although why I should expect otherwise from you mystifies me. It would, of course, never have occurred to you to…knock?"

Draco flushed deeply. Why had he opened the door? Why hadn't he knocked first? Not that it would have mattered much! He still would have lost his senses at the sight of her—but at least Father wouldn't be looking at him so angrily. He knew what would come later.

Felicia looked from father to son. So very beautiful, so very much alike…

"How delightful to see you again, Draco," she smiled gently at him. Poor boy! He looked as if he would like nothing more than to crawl under the carpet! So young, so sweet, so delicious… "I trust you're enjoying your holiday?"

She was speaking to him! Oh God! "Y-yes, M-Ms. Devire," he stammered. He sounded like an idiot! "It's n-nice to s-see you again, too." Not that he could actually see her—he had his eyes fixed on a small, very small, piece of lint on the carpet at his feet. No way was he looking up! No way was he going to meet her eyes!

"Do you have a problem with your tongue, boy?" Lucius snapped.

Felicia rapped Lucius lightly on his arm. Her voice gently chiding. "Now, Lucius, I'm sure there is absolutely nothing wrong with Draco's tongue." She licked her lips slightly. "It's positively delicious, I'm sure!"

Oh God! Just let me die now! Please, someone set the Killing Curse on me...now! He looked up and saw his father looking slowly from him to her with narrowed eyes.

She looked innocently up at Lucius, one eyebrow raised slightly. Suspicion crept into his eyes.

"Felicia…" he began slowly. "What-" He was interrupted by a strangled sound coming from his son.

Draco met his father's eyes briefly, looking for all the world like a trapped rabbit – and confirmed the image by abruptly turning and fleeing the room with something that sounded remarkably like a squeal escaping his lips.

Lucius stared in shock at the door as it slammed behind his fleeing son. What on earth has come over that boy? He frowned slightly as he looked down at Felicia. "Felicia, what have you done?"

"Why, Lucius, what can you possibly mean?" Her eyes were wide and innocent.

He laughed shortly. "Don't try to look innocent, my sweet, it doesn't work for you."

"Oh, Lucius!" she sighed, flinging herself down into the antique armchair Lucius had recently vacated. It seemed still warm with the impression of his body, still fresh with his scent. "Nothing so terrible, I assure you. Nothing the dear boy didn't enjoy."

Complete comprehension slammed into him face first. "You seduced my son?" Lucius voice was incredulous.

"I know, it was bad of me, Lucius," It had been so very good…" but he is so very like you…" So very good…

"I do not believe you seduced my 16 year old son!" He shook his head in amazement.

"But, Lucius," she whined, her lips pouting, "you say 16 year old as if that were so very young! I was younger when you seduced me for the first time!"

"Seduced you? You were on me like a bitch in heat."

He looked down at her, a slight smile starting to twist his lips. That first time had been intense, no question about it! She had come upon him and Severus engaging in a lazy afternoon interlude. The memory of her wide-eyed, positively hungry look as she had watched them kiss still amused him. And her words, almost child-like, "Severus, will you share…please?" had made him nearly choke, and had almost—almost!—broken the mood. But she hadn't waited for poor Severus to respond. She just slipped in between them and helped herself, liberally!

And their last meeting! The memory of it flared his nostrils, sent heat into his breath.

She watched his face, saw the memories flicker across, sensed the warming of his blood. "So unflattering, my delight," she purred, "I always thought of myself more like a cat…" She rose fluidly and slinked up against him, arching her back, pressing sensuously against him.

His eyes glittered. She could see his desire in them. "Oh, Lucius," she whispered huskily, "It's been so very long, and I've missed you so." She stretched up and pressed her lips hungrily to his. He returned her kiss hotly, savagely.

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"Lucius, you were always so very rough." It was a sigh, not a complaint. He was forcing her face down against his desk, pushing up her short, Muggle-style dress. She could hear him undoing his robes. Her breath was quick with anticipation. She cried out in pain as he thrust himself urgently into her. Her cries turned to moans of pleasure very quickly as he pumped hard against her, not caring that he was slamming her against the hard edge of the desk, not caring that his fingers were making bruised indentations in her shoulders. Oooh, Lucius, so very good, dear sweet Lucius! Always so willing to hurt…

* * *

"I trust that at least my son did not disgrace himself with you," he drawled, buttoning his robes. A slightly hazy, satisfied smile played about his lips as he regarded her.

She was back in the armchair, his chair, surrounded by his scent. "Not at all, dear Lucius," her eyes closed slightly at the memory. "He is, after all, your son." He nodded briefly, accepting this as his due, the small smile lingering on his lips.

She licked her lips at the taste of him that lingered in her memory. "How could he be anything less than delicious?"

Lucius shook his head, smiling wryly. "You are incorrigible, my dear."

He reached down and caressed her cheek with one long, elegant finger. "Of course, you realize that if Narcissa finds out what you've done she'll have a stroke."

"Dear Narcissa. She loves him so very much, such a good mother…" she mused. "How is the beautiful Narcissa?"

"Still as beautiful as the finest cosmetic spells that money can buy."

"So unkind, Lucius," she chided gently. "I'm sure she only wants to stay beautiful to please you. You have such exacting taste. She is probably afraid you will tire of her and leave her bed." As you have, many times, my Lucius, many times.

"She is my wife. Had she the face of a warthog I would still do my duty and bed her as necessary." His words were accompanied by a careless shrug of his shoulders. But Felicia knew that he was perversely fond of Narcissa, in his own way—and delighted in having her on his arm in public. She was so very beautiful… And so soft, so very sweet…

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you have gotten this far, I applaud your tenacity--and apologize for leaving this one unfinished (not that any part of this is TRULY finished!). As I said in the beginning, while I have a pretty clear plan of where I'd like to take this story, I really would like some feedback on whether I should bother to take it anywhere at all. And if you think it's salvageable, any suggestions you may have would be GREATLY appreciated!