Disclaimer: There is a little consensual hetero sex in this chapter. Please do not continue if you'd rather not read.

Chapter Two

Myra could feel several pairs of eyes on her as she briskly strode behind Malfoy, the warmth instantly creeping back to her cheeks. Lucius stopped rather abruptly outside a locked door, causing Myra to walk straight up the back of his heals. "Why are we stopping here?" she asked, trying to sound moderately casual.

"I told you," he stated coolly. "I want to speak with you in private."

Malfoy threw open the door, practically dragging her along after him, before it slammed closed knocking her the rest of the way inside.

"Would you kindly unhand me," she demanded pulling away from his grip.

He moved in so closely that Myra could feel his hot breath on her cheek. She had only seen him this deathly rigid once before and found it equally disturbing on this occasion. Lucius removed a strand of long wavy hair that covered her cheek with the end of his cane. Standing perfectly still she could feel the cool silver serpent head graze the side of her face and knew this was meant as a tactical maneuver to intimidate her. She grabbed his hand with surprising force. "What is it that you want, Mr. Malfoy."

He removed himself to stand at a slight distance, the light catching strands of his long silvery blond hair. 'This one might take a while to break,' he thought to himself. 'No matter. I'm up for the challenge.'

"I decided to do a little research," he began. "And found it quite interesting that there is no record of your current employment." He flipped the heavy black cloak out of his way before taking a seat. "I never saw you as the type to live off of friends."

"I don't," Myra stated flatly, following suit and taking a seat beside him. She knew damn well what he was attempting and it wouldn't work. "If you'd looked a little more closely you'd find that I was recently hired at Hogwarts."

"Is that so? Interesting. I must've missed that memo." He snorted half-mockingly.

"As I've never given you cause to trust me, by all means contact the Headmaster for confirmation."

"I will be sure to do that."

"Are you quite through interrogating me? I have a friend waiting," Myra demanded, motioning to leave. Lucius gripped her legs with both of his hands in an attempt to keep her still.

"I have one more question, if you don't mind."

"Please, by all means, continue," she offered trying not to flinch.

"Your parents died when you were very young, true?" he continued.

"Yes."

"May I ask the circumstance?"

"Do not play stupid with me, sir, you know they were killed by Death Eaters." Myra tried to gauge his reaction and wondered if perhaps he wasn't aware.

"I had no idea," he stated, those penetrating eyes staring through her.

"I suppose out of the thousands killed it might be difficult to remember two as insignificant as my parents," she hissed.

"I must ask, under the circumstances, why are you with me then?" He couldn't honestly bring himself to answer her question and this was not the time to be trite.

"I've always been attracted to danger," she shrugged. "Or perhaps I simply have a death wish."

Malfoy was intrigued by this young woman and thought one final test might be in order. He leaned in closely, whispering in her ear. "Then join me, earn my trust, become my confidant, help us bring purity back to our world."

"Are you asking me to become a Death Eater? After all I've told you, are you so arrogant to think I'll agree?" Myra was utterly astonished that even Malfoy would ask such a thing of her. Perhaps he really was insane or under the Imperius Curse as it was rumoured.

He leaned forward until her legs were between his own. "I imagine your answer hinges on how much you'd like to continue our little arrangement." Lucius stood, pulling Myra up to her full height, pressing himself tightly into her. "I don't give myself to any woman, she must earn her place."

She could feel his arousal prodding her inner thigh as he ran his hands down her back and knew he'd already decided to mark his territory. Malfoy backed her forcefully into the nearest wall now unbuttoning his pants. Myra knew better than to speak or move in this case and figured giving over all power would be in her best interest.

"You know how much I hate trying to get into Muggles clothes," he spat, throwing his hands in the air.

"Sorry," she mumbled, taking over the removal of her own button-fly jeans. "It's just easier when I'm out."

He completely ignored her last comment, turning back to the task at hand. Lucius desired for her to want him, to touch him. Myra would never admit it to him, but in the heat of the moment she truly did crave his power and love. Although the latter she knew was simply a fantasy. She opened his shirt wanting desperately to feel his chest against her, knowing it would please him. Reaching down she stroked his erection until he shivered, leaning in more closely, using the wall temporarily for added support. Then in a single motion he'd penetrated her and she quickly grabbed him around the neck to steady herself. Malfoy held her hips, thrusting as deeply and furiously as he could manage, beads of sweat rolling down his face. He was trying to make a point, not that he didn't enjoy receiving a good fuck.

"I'm going to come!" He groaned into her shoulder, moving even more quickly before they collapsed into the wall and each other. Myra shook so fiercely that she thought she might fall if she released her grip. Lucius hadn't removed his clothing and wrapped his cloak tightly around her until she was capable of standing on her own. She had never known him to be attentive in the short time they'd been involved and yet here he was holding onto her for dear life. She buried her head into his shoulder, taking in his scent, while he touched her hair. Finally it was Malfoy who broke the silence.

"Will you be alright now?" He questioned, noticing the tremors had subsided.

"I think so," she decided, testing her legs to see if they were working. Although steady enough to stand on her own, Lucius seemed apprehensive about letting go of her fingers. Myra found it almost laughable. He looked like a man waiting to see if his child could take their first steps.

"Has that ever happened before?" Malfoy asked.

"Yes, but not to that extent."

"I see," he pondered. "I'm lucky if my wife acknowledges my presence in bed, forget having that reaction."

'Was he opening up to her?' Myra wondered, feeling pangs of sadness for him in that instant. 'Could it be that no woman had ever desired him, but simply feared him instead?' She decided that was a very good possibility.

"I'm sorry for the lack of love in your marriage," Myra blurted stupidly.

"Well my dear, I've learned over the years that love is highly overrated, and marriage simply convenient," he quipped with a slight icyness to his tone.

"I didn't mean to --"

Malfoy waved her aside. "Let's not ruin the moment with emotion," he stated flatly making his way toward the door, before turning abruptly and moving in her direction. "Please think about my offer," he drawled in typical Lucius fashion, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and bowing his exit.

"I will," she replied dreamily, running her fingers over the moistness his lips had left behind.