AUTHOR'S NOTE: I received rave reviews for this one, so I'm continuing it.
This chapter introduces Lucy, Severus's wife and Paige's mother, and
expands a little on the relations between her and her husband, as well as
between Paige and her parents, namely her father. Contains a slight bit of
adult content, so be forewarned.
Chapter Two: I Love When You Hurt Me
She opened her gorgeous blue eyes, shallow in their irises, and at first saw only a piece of her blonde hair meeting her as she reentered the world. She moved it aside, examining diamond-studded French fingernails as she did so to see if all ten were still in place. They were, of course, and she sat up on her side of the large bed. Several layers of richly woven silk sheets in a light grey shade were twisted gently about her naked calves. On top of that lay two blankets, both black in color, and a thin comforter in the same hue. She ran her fingers blankly over the black silk pillow and found two or three of her hairs plastered to it. Ignoring these flaws, she got up and strode over to her vanity. Lucy had her own quarters where most of her clothing and makeup was located, just as Severus had his, but they rarely slept apart. There was just something comforting about the security of having someone asleep next to you, entangled in your touch, falling asleep while bathed in your familiar scent.
Lucy calmly brushed her hair, frowning slightly as she contemplated whether or not to shower. It was late in the morning, around ten, and she might have needed to since he had made love to her the previous evening and his fertile seed was still scattered about the sheets more likely. She decided against it, not really wanting to rid her senses of the memory of his touch that made her skin tingle. His hands were soft against her when he held her and especially when they had sex. His hands were never soft for anyone but her, and perhaps their offspring, but that was it. She thumbed through one of her many wardrobes and finally decided on a dark red dress that came to her mid-thighs and tied at her neck. The opposite ends of the ties hit at the outside edges of her breasts and left space for a nice straight cut across her bust, so as it would expose a little cleavage when she bent over. She slipped on her emerald-studded 'Goddess' kitten heels and padded over to the vanity again, ready to start on her makeup.
"Come back to bed." A dark voice quietly beckoned her from behind.
She turned and saw her husband sitting up on the bed, his naked torso exposed and the necessities covered by the grey sheets. He scratched the back of his scalp and ruffled his hair a little. "Morning, love." He got up slowly and came over to her, enveloping her waist with his stronger arms. He placed a sweet kiss on her cheek and rested his head on top of hers. "You are so beautiful." He stood like this for a moment and then let go, searching the room for something he could put on. "Y'know," He spoke with his back to her. "I had a pretty good time last night." He found a black t- shirt and put it on, pulling his boxer shorts back on with it. Oddly enough, the shades matched. He glanced up at her, waiting for her reaction.
"Yeah." She chuckled and allowed herself to smile. Who was he kidding? Of course they'd both had a good time. The two had plenty of chemistry and their sex life was amazing. The first time they'd both gotten any, back in sixth year, Lucy had almost felt enough ecstasy to write down the details of her orgasms and their cause in the history books and sell it to the world so that no one would ever again tell her that sex is never all it's cracked up to be.
"You hungry?" He asked. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"I don't know...I am hungry, though." She nodded. "Fix whatever comes to mind."
"Alright." He dipped his hand between the crook of her elbow and her luscious hip and placed it gently in the small of her back, leading her into the kitchen, where she seated herself at the table. Lucy had no desire for servants so most of what happened around the house was her doings. However, once in a while Severus would do something romantic like this for her. He busied himself about the counter as she wondered what he might fix her.
Lucy glanced at the Daily Prophet, not really interested in the news. Still, she needed something to gossip about if Narcissa and her sister chose to stop by. Lucy was quite pretty but hadn't really had all that many friends at Hogwarts, and she and Severus had paired up not far into third or fourth year, when everyone really started dating. It just seemed natural, seeing as they were two of the only remaining purebloods without a mate. But after a while she had begun to see him as more than just a plaything and had chosen to accept his proposal. It was decent and both families approved. It had taken her two years or so after they'd met and gotten together to begin to see his handsome features, gentle attitude toward her, and chivalrous courtesy she was certain his mother had taught him from a young age, wanting him to meet a well-bred girl to marry. Lucy had been taught to be a lady and his mother had liked her.
She glanced up as he lightly set down a small plate of pancakes in front of her and smiled softly. She liked pancakes but hardly ever ate more than a few bites of anything. However he was skilled in the field and she wanted to honor his efforts to impress her. She ate slowly, savoring the taste of the warm breaded pancakes in her mouth as he watched her contentedly. Severus was a man of few words, except when torturing his students. Therefore, when he did speak his words brought with them a lot of power.
"How are Paige and her boyfriend? Has she written?" She asked, stopping for a moment to talk with him.
"No." He shook his head. "She still hasn't written or come home yet. She may be staying at Lucius's manor again this evening."
Lucy nodded. She had seen Paige with her boyfriend a couple times when she left or entered the house with him, but had never really met the younger of the Malfoys. She approved of Draco's bloodline and she and Narcissa had pacted long ago for their brood to wed. The boy seemed to treat her all right, and she assumed Paige liked him or else found someone else by now, being fickle like her parents.
She felt cold fingers on her palm and noticed that Severus had taken the hand she'd left on the table while they discussed their daughter and was absentmindedly caressing her fingers. He kept running his own over the ring he'd given her for their wedding day. He looked almost fascinated with the diamond, as if he were seeing it for the first time. She moved it a little, toward his grasp instead of away so as not to give him the impression that she didn't wish for him to touch her. He glanced up and held it, stopping the gentle rubbing motion. Theirs was a simple, understood sort of love, despite their riches.
"I—" He was about to say that he loved her (like she didn't know) when they both looked up at the sound of the door cracking softly open. Paige closed it behind her and walked through the foyer and family room into the kitchen, one of many routes there. She was still wearing the short crimson gown she'd worn to Draco's party and carried her purse limply in one hand. She had pulled back her thick black hair, the color of raven's wings like her father's and a severe contrast to her mother's.
"Hey, sweetheart." He muttered gently, watching her as she entered. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, Dad, I did." Paige smiled briefly, most of her dark red lipstick gone for obvious reasons.
"Great, honey." Lucy put in, and her voice cracked a tiny bit in her half-asleep state. "How is Draco doing?"
"He's doing okay, Mom." Paige continued to smile. "He said to say hello to both of you."
"Tell him thank you." Lucy smiled in return, and gently squeezed her husband's hand.
"I will." Paige glanced around the kitchen. The wine in her stomach was unsettled and she didn't have an appetite. "Okay, well, I'm going to go up and change..." She left the kitchen.
Much of the afternoon was spent in peace, as usual. Lucy went shopping, a Saturday tradition, and picked up a few more dresses to add to her growing collection. When she returned to the manor she found Severus reading in his private study and Paige upstairs in her room, talking to one of her girlfriends, probably that Parkinson girl, through owl mail. They were about the same age, she supposed.
That evening the two adults were relaxing by a warm fire in the family room, enjoying their own wine. Around five-thirty there came a knock on the door, and Severus got up to answer it. He let Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, Draco's parents, into their house and was told that Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband would be joining them soon. Apparently it was due time for a neighborly get-together.
"Lucy." Narcissa extended a hand as she passed the woman on the couch. Lucy resisted the urge to smirk. Narcissa had always been an anorexic liar and was taught by her mother to always do things without feeling and only as far as was required. She was the perfect model of a Death Eater. Normally women weren't accepted into the circle because it was supposed they were too weak, Bellatrix being a haughty exception. Narcissa Malfoy was tall, taller than Lucy and nearly taller than Lucius, who was the same height as Severus. She had fair blonde hair that had once been vibrant red and suspicious, pinched blue eyes that looked like the clear tips of seawater and seemed to always be annoyed at something or someone.
Lucius, on the other hand, was the spitting image of his son. He had long, platinum blonde hair that was only slightly darker than Narcissa's and was usually pulled back unless he was trying to look intimidating, in which case he'd ruffle himself up in all ways possible and stick out his chest as he entered the room. He really was not at all like Severus, except for their wits.
The Malfoys seated themselves on the dark green sofa across from the Snapes and took their own flasks of wine. Narcissa mirrored Lucy and took off her shoes, so that both ladies lay reclined against the thick pillows on either end of the couches in expensive, short dresses. Narcissa took her hair down and let her curls spread out, so that they both oozed sex.
"So." Lucius began the interruption of their quiet evening, ignoring Narcissa's attempts to charm anyone within a few feet of the area. "Severus, we need to talk business."
"Is that so? What business? The Circle?" Severus reciprocated blandly. It didn't concern him, whatever it was.
"Naturally." God, Lucy hated the silky peace of his voice as it oozed from his lips. It's not like he'd care if everyone present died tomorrow. "He will return soon, Severus. He has informed me of such." As if Lucius were so important. "He will be expecting all of us to meet him there."
Severus cracked several bones in his body, as was habit. "When will this come?"
"Whenever the Dark Lord feels a meeting is necessary."
"Of course." That was all Severus was going to say, and he sounded like he was dumb. As a matter of fact, the two men were hardly equal in intelligence levels, Severus being the higher. All Lucius knew were money and politics.
At that point the Lestranges entered. Compared to the two blondes currently stretched out on the couches, Bellatrix Lestrange was like an evil aunt. She might better be betrothed to Edward Scissorhands than anyone else. She was tall, taller than both of the other women, and even skinnier than they could ever be. The woman had no curves. She hadn't any children, but it appeared as if her breasts had been sucked dry and simply hung there, shriveled. The small of her back led almost directly to her uncompensated thighs, with only a flat plain of a hump in between. Her long, wild black hair made her a vision of Morticia Addams and it hung in twisting waves to her elbows. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with black centers that always held a sort of disinterest. This was not a woman you could take down the street shopping.
Her husband, on the other hand, was a man Lucy had never met before, although he might have been one of the suitors her mother had arranged her to marry before she had accepted Severus's proposal. He was also tall, but broader in the shoulders and chest. His hair was dark brown and hung just below his ears in taut, manly curls. Both of the Lestranges seated themselves in chairs opposite the group, and Bellatrix immediately took up a position staring into the fire purposelessly.
Lucius informed the newcomers of what he and Severus had been discussing, and Lucy soon found herself again tuning him out. She turned to Narcissa, who also looked bored. Both of them looked at Bellatrix, who glanced up to meet their eyes in annoyance after a moment. She hated those who liked to stare. The two women chose to ignore her and went back to themselves.
"So I hear your daughter has become interested in my son?" Narcissa asked quietly, after a beat.
"She hasn't said anything." Lucy replied calmly.
"Draco has." Narcissa's blue eyes gleamed with the prospect of arranging a real marriage. "As a matter of fact, he proposed to her last night."
"Excuse me?" Lucy sat up and said this a little too loudly, so that the other conversation stopped and her husband looked at her. "He what?"
"You know." Narcissa laughed in a witch's dry cackle, because she didn't care about the silence. "He asked her to tie the knot, say I do, 'till death do us part..."
"I know what it means, Narcissa." Lucy snarled. "Paige is hardly old enough to get married."
"Sure she is. We were that age."
"We knew what was good for us." Lucy snapped back.
"What are you saying?" Narcissa returned harshly.
"Um, we're just going to go." Lucius grabbed his wife's arm and strode out, the Lestranges following. Severus closed the door behind them, and turned back to his wife.
"What?" She noticed him watching her carefully. "She's not old enough to get married. She doesn't know what she wants."
"What if she loves him, Lucy? You don't know anything about her feelings for the boy."
"But how can she know what's good for her? They've been together for ages."
"That's just like us, and we made it all right, didn't we?" He asked, his voice a little pained.
She sighed. "I still want to talk to her. I want to make sure she loves him."
"Fine. Tomorrow." He checked his watch. "Come on, let's go to bed."
"Will you make love to me and make me feel better?" She asked, smiling gently as she got up.
"Of course, if you like." He almost smiled back, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.
Chapter Two: I Love When You Hurt Me
She opened her gorgeous blue eyes, shallow in their irises, and at first saw only a piece of her blonde hair meeting her as she reentered the world. She moved it aside, examining diamond-studded French fingernails as she did so to see if all ten were still in place. They were, of course, and she sat up on her side of the large bed. Several layers of richly woven silk sheets in a light grey shade were twisted gently about her naked calves. On top of that lay two blankets, both black in color, and a thin comforter in the same hue. She ran her fingers blankly over the black silk pillow and found two or three of her hairs plastered to it. Ignoring these flaws, she got up and strode over to her vanity. Lucy had her own quarters where most of her clothing and makeup was located, just as Severus had his, but they rarely slept apart. There was just something comforting about the security of having someone asleep next to you, entangled in your touch, falling asleep while bathed in your familiar scent.
Lucy calmly brushed her hair, frowning slightly as she contemplated whether or not to shower. It was late in the morning, around ten, and she might have needed to since he had made love to her the previous evening and his fertile seed was still scattered about the sheets more likely. She decided against it, not really wanting to rid her senses of the memory of his touch that made her skin tingle. His hands were soft against her when he held her and especially when they had sex. His hands were never soft for anyone but her, and perhaps their offspring, but that was it. She thumbed through one of her many wardrobes and finally decided on a dark red dress that came to her mid-thighs and tied at her neck. The opposite ends of the ties hit at the outside edges of her breasts and left space for a nice straight cut across her bust, so as it would expose a little cleavage when she bent over. She slipped on her emerald-studded 'Goddess' kitten heels and padded over to the vanity again, ready to start on her makeup.
"Come back to bed." A dark voice quietly beckoned her from behind.
She turned and saw her husband sitting up on the bed, his naked torso exposed and the necessities covered by the grey sheets. He scratched the back of his scalp and ruffled his hair a little. "Morning, love." He got up slowly and came over to her, enveloping her waist with his stronger arms. He placed a sweet kiss on her cheek and rested his head on top of hers. "You are so beautiful." He stood like this for a moment and then let go, searching the room for something he could put on. "Y'know," He spoke with his back to her. "I had a pretty good time last night." He found a black t- shirt and put it on, pulling his boxer shorts back on with it. Oddly enough, the shades matched. He glanced up at her, waiting for her reaction.
"Yeah." She chuckled and allowed herself to smile. Who was he kidding? Of course they'd both had a good time. The two had plenty of chemistry and their sex life was amazing. The first time they'd both gotten any, back in sixth year, Lucy had almost felt enough ecstasy to write down the details of her orgasms and their cause in the history books and sell it to the world so that no one would ever again tell her that sex is never all it's cracked up to be.
"You hungry?" He asked. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"I don't know...I am hungry, though." She nodded. "Fix whatever comes to mind."
"Alright." He dipped his hand between the crook of her elbow and her luscious hip and placed it gently in the small of her back, leading her into the kitchen, where she seated herself at the table. Lucy had no desire for servants so most of what happened around the house was her doings. However, once in a while Severus would do something romantic like this for her. He busied himself about the counter as she wondered what he might fix her.
Lucy glanced at the Daily Prophet, not really interested in the news. Still, she needed something to gossip about if Narcissa and her sister chose to stop by. Lucy was quite pretty but hadn't really had all that many friends at Hogwarts, and she and Severus had paired up not far into third or fourth year, when everyone really started dating. It just seemed natural, seeing as they were two of the only remaining purebloods without a mate. But after a while she had begun to see him as more than just a plaything and had chosen to accept his proposal. It was decent and both families approved. It had taken her two years or so after they'd met and gotten together to begin to see his handsome features, gentle attitude toward her, and chivalrous courtesy she was certain his mother had taught him from a young age, wanting him to meet a well-bred girl to marry. Lucy had been taught to be a lady and his mother had liked her.
She glanced up as he lightly set down a small plate of pancakes in front of her and smiled softly. She liked pancakes but hardly ever ate more than a few bites of anything. However he was skilled in the field and she wanted to honor his efforts to impress her. She ate slowly, savoring the taste of the warm breaded pancakes in her mouth as he watched her contentedly. Severus was a man of few words, except when torturing his students. Therefore, when he did speak his words brought with them a lot of power.
"How are Paige and her boyfriend? Has she written?" She asked, stopping for a moment to talk with him.
"No." He shook his head. "She still hasn't written or come home yet. She may be staying at Lucius's manor again this evening."
Lucy nodded. She had seen Paige with her boyfriend a couple times when she left or entered the house with him, but had never really met the younger of the Malfoys. She approved of Draco's bloodline and she and Narcissa had pacted long ago for their brood to wed. The boy seemed to treat her all right, and she assumed Paige liked him or else found someone else by now, being fickle like her parents.
She felt cold fingers on her palm and noticed that Severus had taken the hand she'd left on the table while they discussed their daughter and was absentmindedly caressing her fingers. He kept running his own over the ring he'd given her for their wedding day. He looked almost fascinated with the diamond, as if he were seeing it for the first time. She moved it a little, toward his grasp instead of away so as not to give him the impression that she didn't wish for him to touch her. He glanced up and held it, stopping the gentle rubbing motion. Theirs was a simple, understood sort of love, despite their riches.
"I—" He was about to say that he loved her (like she didn't know) when they both looked up at the sound of the door cracking softly open. Paige closed it behind her and walked through the foyer and family room into the kitchen, one of many routes there. She was still wearing the short crimson gown she'd worn to Draco's party and carried her purse limply in one hand. She had pulled back her thick black hair, the color of raven's wings like her father's and a severe contrast to her mother's.
"Hey, sweetheart." He muttered gently, watching her as she entered. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yeah, Dad, I did." Paige smiled briefly, most of her dark red lipstick gone for obvious reasons.
"Great, honey." Lucy put in, and her voice cracked a tiny bit in her half-asleep state. "How is Draco doing?"
"He's doing okay, Mom." Paige continued to smile. "He said to say hello to both of you."
"Tell him thank you." Lucy smiled in return, and gently squeezed her husband's hand.
"I will." Paige glanced around the kitchen. The wine in her stomach was unsettled and she didn't have an appetite. "Okay, well, I'm going to go up and change..." She left the kitchen.
Much of the afternoon was spent in peace, as usual. Lucy went shopping, a Saturday tradition, and picked up a few more dresses to add to her growing collection. When she returned to the manor she found Severus reading in his private study and Paige upstairs in her room, talking to one of her girlfriends, probably that Parkinson girl, through owl mail. They were about the same age, she supposed.
That evening the two adults were relaxing by a warm fire in the family room, enjoying their own wine. Around five-thirty there came a knock on the door, and Severus got up to answer it. He let Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, Draco's parents, into their house and was told that Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband would be joining them soon. Apparently it was due time for a neighborly get-together.
"Lucy." Narcissa extended a hand as she passed the woman on the couch. Lucy resisted the urge to smirk. Narcissa had always been an anorexic liar and was taught by her mother to always do things without feeling and only as far as was required. She was the perfect model of a Death Eater. Normally women weren't accepted into the circle because it was supposed they were too weak, Bellatrix being a haughty exception. Narcissa Malfoy was tall, taller than Lucy and nearly taller than Lucius, who was the same height as Severus. She had fair blonde hair that had once been vibrant red and suspicious, pinched blue eyes that looked like the clear tips of seawater and seemed to always be annoyed at something or someone.
Lucius, on the other hand, was the spitting image of his son. He had long, platinum blonde hair that was only slightly darker than Narcissa's and was usually pulled back unless he was trying to look intimidating, in which case he'd ruffle himself up in all ways possible and stick out his chest as he entered the room. He really was not at all like Severus, except for their wits.
The Malfoys seated themselves on the dark green sofa across from the Snapes and took their own flasks of wine. Narcissa mirrored Lucy and took off her shoes, so that both ladies lay reclined against the thick pillows on either end of the couches in expensive, short dresses. Narcissa took her hair down and let her curls spread out, so that they both oozed sex.
"So." Lucius began the interruption of their quiet evening, ignoring Narcissa's attempts to charm anyone within a few feet of the area. "Severus, we need to talk business."
"Is that so? What business? The Circle?" Severus reciprocated blandly. It didn't concern him, whatever it was.
"Naturally." God, Lucy hated the silky peace of his voice as it oozed from his lips. It's not like he'd care if everyone present died tomorrow. "He will return soon, Severus. He has informed me of such." As if Lucius were so important. "He will be expecting all of us to meet him there."
Severus cracked several bones in his body, as was habit. "When will this come?"
"Whenever the Dark Lord feels a meeting is necessary."
"Of course." That was all Severus was going to say, and he sounded like he was dumb. As a matter of fact, the two men were hardly equal in intelligence levels, Severus being the higher. All Lucius knew were money and politics.
At that point the Lestranges entered. Compared to the two blondes currently stretched out on the couches, Bellatrix Lestrange was like an evil aunt. She might better be betrothed to Edward Scissorhands than anyone else. She was tall, taller than both of the other women, and even skinnier than they could ever be. The woman had no curves. She hadn't any children, but it appeared as if her breasts had been sucked dry and simply hung there, shriveled. The small of her back led almost directly to her uncompensated thighs, with only a flat plain of a hump in between. Her long, wild black hair made her a vision of Morticia Addams and it hung in twisting waves to her elbows. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with black centers that always held a sort of disinterest. This was not a woman you could take down the street shopping.
Her husband, on the other hand, was a man Lucy had never met before, although he might have been one of the suitors her mother had arranged her to marry before she had accepted Severus's proposal. He was also tall, but broader in the shoulders and chest. His hair was dark brown and hung just below his ears in taut, manly curls. Both of the Lestranges seated themselves in chairs opposite the group, and Bellatrix immediately took up a position staring into the fire purposelessly.
Lucius informed the newcomers of what he and Severus had been discussing, and Lucy soon found herself again tuning him out. She turned to Narcissa, who also looked bored. Both of them looked at Bellatrix, who glanced up to meet their eyes in annoyance after a moment. She hated those who liked to stare. The two women chose to ignore her and went back to themselves.
"So I hear your daughter has become interested in my son?" Narcissa asked quietly, after a beat.
"She hasn't said anything." Lucy replied calmly.
"Draco has." Narcissa's blue eyes gleamed with the prospect of arranging a real marriage. "As a matter of fact, he proposed to her last night."
"Excuse me?" Lucy sat up and said this a little too loudly, so that the other conversation stopped and her husband looked at her. "He what?"
"You know." Narcissa laughed in a witch's dry cackle, because she didn't care about the silence. "He asked her to tie the knot, say I do, 'till death do us part..."
"I know what it means, Narcissa." Lucy snarled. "Paige is hardly old enough to get married."
"Sure she is. We were that age."
"We knew what was good for us." Lucy snapped back.
"What are you saying?" Narcissa returned harshly.
"Um, we're just going to go." Lucius grabbed his wife's arm and strode out, the Lestranges following. Severus closed the door behind them, and turned back to his wife.
"What?" She noticed him watching her carefully. "She's not old enough to get married. She doesn't know what she wants."
"What if she loves him, Lucy? You don't know anything about her feelings for the boy."
"But how can she know what's good for her? They've been together for ages."
"That's just like us, and we made it all right, didn't we?" He asked, his voice a little pained.
She sighed. "I still want to talk to her. I want to make sure she loves him."
"Fine. Tomorrow." He checked his watch. "Come on, let's go to bed."
"Will you make love to me and make me feel better?" She asked, smiling gently as she got up.
"Of course, if you like." He almost smiled back, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.