Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just borrowing them for my own amusement. Content rated R. Basically, this is total smut. If that offends you stop right here. I see Lucius as being in total control always.
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Seven
On Monday Gwen returned to work, as she was in her office going about her various daily chores Stephen knocked on the open door frame. Looking up and seeing who it was Gwen smiled and gestured for him to come in. "Good morning, Stephen, how are you today?"
"Alright, and you?"
"Just fine, what can I help you with?"
"Um... nothing really... I just wanted to see how you were doing." He couldn't quite make eye contact with her. "Still seeing...whoever he is?"
"Stephen," she scolded gently, "don't make this harder than it has to be. Get on with your life. You know there are any number of women who would be more than willing to go out with you. Several of them here in this building."
"I don't want any of them."
"It's not as if you are in love with me..." Gwen started to say.
".....How do you know I'm not in love with you?"
Gwen looked into his eyes losing any tender feelings she may have had for him in the past as she saw the hardness in his face, "Just like all men, you only want what you can't have."
"I was willing to wait until you were ready; I never forced you to do anything you didn't want to do. How could you think I didn't love you?"
"Okay...you didn't force me...but you never turned down anything I offered either. And never returned the favors I bestowed upon you. Just like every other man in my life you used me for what you could get, not bothering to think about what I might need."
"That's not fair! I would have done whatever you asked. You always pushed me away as if I was beneath you. I guess I didn't compare to favorably to whomever it is you really wanted." Stephen was getting louder with each word.
"Stephen, calm down, you're right,... you didn't compare with him, but then no one can, that has to do with the way I feel about him, not about what I felt for you. I had the problem, not you...I'm the one who treated you unfairly by not letting you know upfront that I wasn't over my last relationship. And I let you have unrealistic expectations about us and where we could be going. I'm the bad one here...not you...that's why I want you to forget about me." Gwen stopped to catch her breath, she took Stephen's hand in hers and said, "I am not good enough for you, you deserve much better than someone who is unable to tell you the truth. Forget about me."
Stephen turned to the door pulling his hand from her grasp as he moved away, "I can't Gwen....I can't" he said softly as he walked out the door.
'Great,' she thought, 'how many more lives I can screw up.' As she sat at her desk the reality of the situation hit her. Lucius was never going to leave his wife for her. Not that Gwen was sure she wanted him to. Did she even want to see him again after what he had done? "Who am I kidding?" she muttered to herself. Knowing she couldn't wait to see him again, recalling the taste and smell of his skin, the way he had felt when he was sleeping in her arms. How good he made her feel. Yet, under all that was the fear she couldn't deny.
Things stayed quiet for few days, Gwen did her best to avoid Stephen at work and tried not to think about Lucius when she was at home. She knew no good was going to come from this sick little arrangement they had. She was the one going to be left alone, Lucius would always have his own world to return to.
Over the weekend Gwen visited with her parents, she returned to the country home she had grown up in and slept in the bed she had used as a child. Her mother sensed something was bothering her but didn't pry, she knew Gwen would talk when she was ready. Then things took a bad turn. On Sunday morning her mother said, "Gwen, we are having guests for dinner this evening, old family friends, and it would be so nice if you could join us."
Without really thinking about what she was saying Gwen replied, "Sure Mom, anything I can do to help?"
"No thanks, dear, the elves have it under control. Please dress formal though, I'm sure our guests will.
"Just who have you invited? Gwen asked warily.
"Narcissa Malfoy and her husband and son"
Gwen felt her stomach drop, she did not want to see Lucius with her parents around ever, and for sure not the first time since he had violated her. "Um maybe I should head back home early instead, I have a lot of things to do to get ready for work next week." Gwen tried to get out of staying.
"Oh no, I am sure Narcissa will be thrilled to see you. She said how nice you were the day she ran into you at the book store. I would hate to disappoint her if you weren't here."
"I don't know Mom, I'm not the person they are coming to see. You and Dad can handle it."
"Don't forget their son, Draco, will be here also, you would be a great help entertaining him."
"What am I supposed to do? Juggle and dance." Gwen was getting snotty now.
"You are quite a bit closer to his age than your father and I are. It would do you good to see what the younger kids are up to these days."
"Geeze , Mom, I'm not ancient and decrepit yet you know."
"Yes, dear, I know. You just act like you are sometimes," her mother said kindly. "It will be a nice change for you to socialize with a well to do family instead of the riff raff you usually hang around with." This was an old argument between them.
"Okay, I'll stay." Gwen was now terrified of how Lucius would react when he saw her here.
As she dressed for dinner, Gwen played several possible scenarios in her head. They all ended with Lucius having her on the table in front of both families. 'Get a grip on yourself, he's going to be just as thrown when he sees you as you are now.' She told herself over and over. She finally finished dressing and headed down the stairs.
"Well, here she comes now," her father said when he saw Gwen enter the room. "Gwen I believe you remember Narcissa."
"Of course father," Gwen replied.
"And have you met Lucius and Draco?" Her father took her arm and pulled her over to where Lucius was standing.
"Yes, we've met," Gwen tried to avoid Lucius' eyes.
"How lovely you look tonight," Lucius said taking her arm and pressing his lips to the back of her hand. His grip on her wrist was going to leave a bruise she was sure.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said politely, "how nice to see you again. And this must be Draco," Gwen tried to gently pull her hand from his with no luck.
Having been thoroughly coached on how to act this evening by his father, Draco was nothing but charming. "I am very pleased to meet you Miss. Wharton."
"Why thank you. How nice to meet such a charming young man." Gwen couldn't resist a little dig at Lucius, who still had a grip on her hand. "What say you and I go for a stroll in the garden before dinner that will give our parents a chance to catch up on all the news." Gwen said taking Draco's hand in her free one. 'Any excuse to get out of this room' she thought.
"That would be very nice, thank you," Draco replied. The fact that his father was still holding her hand had not escaped him.
"Right through here," Gwen said as she stepped away, Lucius had no choice but to let go of her. She turned and flashed a smile at him as she walked through the door and out into the garden.
Once away from the adults Draco relaxed a bit. "I was under the impression that you and my father knew each other very well," he said with a smirk just like his father's.
"Not all that well."
"Hmm I guess I'm mistaken."
Little snot, Gwen thought to herself. "So what year are you in now?"
"Sixth."
"That makes you, what, sixteen?" She asked.
"Almost seventeen," he was leering at her. Looking her up and down with the same look Lucius always gave her. Gwen was starting to feel very uncomfortable. Were all the Malfoy men alike? "And you, how long have you been out of Hogwarts?"
"Sneaky way of asking how old I am." Gwen replied.
"You prefer the direct approach? Alright, how old are you, then?"
"Old enough to not be impressed by a little snot like you," she retorted. They were far enough into the garden that they could not be seen from the house.
Draco responded by grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to him, he kissed her roughly. As she tried to squirm out of his grasp, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. 'What is it with these Malfoy's' she thought. Having no other choice she bit his tongue hard enough to make it bleed. Draco pushed her away from him and as he was wiping blood from his lips he said, "I'll make you pay for that!"
"Not hardly," she retorted. "You have a lot to learn about women, most of us don't like to be forced."
"And I suppose if I had asked nicely you would have kissed me?" Draco sneered at her.
"Maybe, but, now you'll never know will you?"
Draco's mouth dropped I open in shock. "There is no way you would have kissed me if I hadn't forced you. Don't try to play those games with me, I know better than that."
"Next time try asking first."
He stopped and looked at her, "Gwen," Draco looked up at her from under his lashes, "would you consider allowing me to kiss you?"
Gwen looked at him and thought how much like his father he was, 'not a good thing to be thinking,' she told herself, 'course this would really piss Lucius off.'
"Sure, kid, only this time, try being gentle, okay?"
Draco stepped toward her and slipped his arms abound her waist, pulling her close. Gently he pressed his lips against hers and was rewarded by her kissing back. Taking advantage of the situation Draco reached up and roughly squeezed her breast.
Gwen broke away immediately, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. She was only playing with him, after all, just to get back at his father who was sure to find out about this. Didn't young boys always brag to their fathers about their conquests? "I think we had better head back to the house now," she said gently.
"Okay," he seemed surprised she had allowed him to touch her at all.
As they entered the living room, everyone looked toward them, but, only Lucius noticed that Draco had that cat that got the canary look about him.
'Well, just in time to sit down to dinner," Mrs. Wharton said. "Shall we head into the dining room?"
Soon they were all seated; in what Gwen found a most uncomfortable arrangement. She had Lucius on her left and Draco on her right. Several times during the meal one or the other of them would reach under the table and caress her leg. Gwen could say nothing without alerting the whole table what was going on, so she kept quiet, allowing Lucius' hand to stay where it was and always gently removing Draco's. Lucius had pulled her skirt up almost to her waist, and was stroking her inner thigh very close to the junction of her legs, all while carrying on a conversation with her father about real estate, when Draco slid his hand under the table and across her leg to grab at her crotch, Gwen didn't know who was more surprised, her that Draco would be so bold, Draco at running into his fathers' hand in the very place he wanted to be, or Lucius at suddenly being found with his hand in Gwen's most private place by his son who wanted to be there also. For a second no one moved, then Draco hastily removed his hand, casting a look at his father hoping Lucius would not react. Lucius gave Draco a look that said 'later' and continued his conversation without missing a beat. Gwen tried not to faint from the strain.
Dinner seemed to drag on for hours, but, it was only a short time later Gwen realized that the Malfoy's were preparing to leave. Mr. Wharton mentioned that Gwen needed to go back to the city for work the next day.
"Lucius, do take Gwen with you in the carriage, Draco and I can apparate home from here, he needs the practice," Narcissa said.
"Oh no, Narcissa, that won't be necessary, I wouldn't want to take Mr. Malfoy out of his way," Gwen protested.
"Nonsense, my dear, it would be my pleasure to take you home." Lucius damn near purred at her.
"No really I couldn't..." Gwen was interrupted.
"I insist," Lucius said.
"Go ahead, dear, it will be fine," her mother smiled.
And so, Gwen found herself in a richly appointed carriage totally enclosed from prying eyes with Lucius.
Lucius eyed her coldly and said, "Just what were you doing with Draco out in the garden?"
"Your son is more like you than you know, the little creep jumped on me."
Lucius laughed, the first real laugh Gwen had heard.
"Well, at least he has good taste."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Gwen said
"As you should." Lucius slid his arms around her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply.
Gwen reached up and ran her fingers through his hair pulling him even closer to her. He slid one hand up under her skirt and pulled her panties off with one yank. Flipping her skirt up and exposing her to the cool night air. Gwen gasped as he moved down her body and planted his mouth firmly between her legs. His tongue swirling and thrusting into her, making her moan in delight. He wasted no time, bringing her to a quick and violent orgasm, as she screamed in ecstasy.
Gwen knew exactly what he would want now. She reached down to free his erection from his pants, sliding her hand up and down the length of him. Slowly she took him into her mouth savoring the taste and feel of him. She sucked him to the brink of climax, then gently blowing on him to cool him down; she started again, this time taking him all the way to completion. And still he remained calm, his breathing accelerating only slightly at the end, never making a sound as he came.
Gwen sat up and looked at him. Lucius was refastening his pants and not paying any attention to her. "Lucius?" she said softly. Then louder as he ignored her, "Lucius!"
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Do you never make any real noise when you come?"
"What!"
"All the time we've been doing this, and all I ever hear is an occasional groan, once in a while a growl. Never a yell. I yell, I thrash around, not you, you hardly move and make almost no sound, and you act as if it were no big deal."
"It never occurred to you that it might not be a big deal to me, did it." He was deliberately trying to anger her.
"Fine. I asked for that." Gwen looked at him, he was calm and cool, and no one would ever guess he had just come. She on the other hand was thoroughly disheveled. "You could at least acknowledge a job well done," she muttered.
Lucius cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "Have I complained?" He loosened his grip so she could shake her head, "no, I haven't, you should be happy with that."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she said barely audible.
Lucius heard her, but, choose to ignore her as they were pulling up in front of the building she lived in.
Gwen was scrambling around looking for her panties when the carriage door opened and Lucius motioned for her to get out.
"Fine I'll leave my underwear here for Narcissa, or worse Draco, to find," she said as she climbed out. "Oh, and, Lucius, try not to be too hard on Draco, he was after all being just like you. Thanks for the lift, see you around," and she walked into the building without a backwards glance.
Lucius smiled, and tucked her panties into his pocket, as the carriage moved away. Draco would pay for his actions, but, Gwen didn't need to know how.
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Seven
On Monday Gwen returned to work, as she was in her office going about her various daily chores Stephen knocked on the open door frame. Looking up and seeing who it was Gwen smiled and gestured for him to come in. "Good morning, Stephen, how are you today?"
"Alright, and you?"
"Just fine, what can I help you with?"
"Um... nothing really... I just wanted to see how you were doing." He couldn't quite make eye contact with her. "Still seeing...whoever he is?"
"Stephen," she scolded gently, "don't make this harder than it has to be. Get on with your life. You know there are any number of women who would be more than willing to go out with you. Several of them here in this building."
"I don't want any of them."
"It's not as if you are in love with me..." Gwen started to say.
".....How do you know I'm not in love with you?"
Gwen looked into his eyes losing any tender feelings she may have had for him in the past as she saw the hardness in his face, "Just like all men, you only want what you can't have."
"I was willing to wait until you were ready; I never forced you to do anything you didn't want to do. How could you think I didn't love you?"
"Okay...you didn't force me...but you never turned down anything I offered either. And never returned the favors I bestowed upon you. Just like every other man in my life you used me for what you could get, not bothering to think about what I might need."
"That's not fair! I would have done whatever you asked. You always pushed me away as if I was beneath you. I guess I didn't compare to favorably to whomever it is you really wanted." Stephen was getting louder with each word.
"Stephen, calm down, you're right,... you didn't compare with him, but then no one can, that has to do with the way I feel about him, not about what I felt for you. I had the problem, not you...I'm the one who treated you unfairly by not letting you know upfront that I wasn't over my last relationship. And I let you have unrealistic expectations about us and where we could be going. I'm the bad one here...not you...that's why I want you to forget about me." Gwen stopped to catch her breath, she took Stephen's hand in hers and said, "I am not good enough for you, you deserve much better than someone who is unable to tell you the truth. Forget about me."
Stephen turned to the door pulling his hand from her grasp as he moved away, "I can't Gwen....I can't" he said softly as he walked out the door.
'Great,' she thought, 'how many more lives I can screw up.' As she sat at her desk the reality of the situation hit her. Lucius was never going to leave his wife for her. Not that Gwen was sure she wanted him to. Did she even want to see him again after what he had done? "Who am I kidding?" she muttered to herself. Knowing she couldn't wait to see him again, recalling the taste and smell of his skin, the way he had felt when he was sleeping in her arms. How good he made her feel. Yet, under all that was the fear she couldn't deny.
Things stayed quiet for few days, Gwen did her best to avoid Stephen at work and tried not to think about Lucius when she was at home. She knew no good was going to come from this sick little arrangement they had. She was the one going to be left alone, Lucius would always have his own world to return to.
Over the weekend Gwen visited with her parents, she returned to the country home she had grown up in and slept in the bed she had used as a child. Her mother sensed something was bothering her but didn't pry, she knew Gwen would talk when she was ready. Then things took a bad turn. On Sunday morning her mother said, "Gwen, we are having guests for dinner this evening, old family friends, and it would be so nice if you could join us."
Without really thinking about what she was saying Gwen replied, "Sure Mom, anything I can do to help?"
"No thanks, dear, the elves have it under control. Please dress formal though, I'm sure our guests will.
"Just who have you invited? Gwen asked warily.
"Narcissa Malfoy and her husband and son"
Gwen felt her stomach drop, she did not want to see Lucius with her parents around ever, and for sure not the first time since he had violated her. "Um maybe I should head back home early instead, I have a lot of things to do to get ready for work next week." Gwen tried to get out of staying.
"Oh no, I am sure Narcissa will be thrilled to see you. She said how nice you were the day she ran into you at the book store. I would hate to disappoint her if you weren't here."
"I don't know Mom, I'm not the person they are coming to see. You and Dad can handle it."
"Don't forget their son, Draco, will be here also, you would be a great help entertaining him."
"What am I supposed to do? Juggle and dance." Gwen was getting snotty now.
"You are quite a bit closer to his age than your father and I are. It would do you good to see what the younger kids are up to these days."
"Geeze , Mom, I'm not ancient and decrepit yet you know."
"Yes, dear, I know. You just act like you are sometimes," her mother said kindly. "It will be a nice change for you to socialize with a well to do family instead of the riff raff you usually hang around with." This was an old argument between them.
"Okay, I'll stay." Gwen was now terrified of how Lucius would react when he saw her here.
As she dressed for dinner, Gwen played several possible scenarios in her head. They all ended with Lucius having her on the table in front of both families. 'Get a grip on yourself, he's going to be just as thrown when he sees you as you are now.' She told herself over and over. She finally finished dressing and headed down the stairs.
"Well, here she comes now," her father said when he saw Gwen enter the room. "Gwen I believe you remember Narcissa."
"Of course father," Gwen replied.
"And have you met Lucius and Draco?" Her father took her arm and pulled her over to where Lucius was standing.
"Yes, we've met," Gwen tried to avoid Lucius' eyes.
"How lovely you look tonight," Lucius said taking her arm and pressing his lips to the back of her hand. His grip on her wrist was going to leave a bruise she was sure.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said politely, "how nice to see you again. And this must be Draco," Gwen tried to gently pull her hand from his with no luck.
Having been thoroughly coached on how to act this evening by his father, Draco was nothing but charming. "I am very pleased to meet you Miss. Wharton."
"Why thank you. How nice to meet such a charming young man." Gwen couldn't resist a little dig at Lucius, who still had a grip on her hand. "What say you and I go for a stroll in the garden before dinner that will give our parents a chance to catch up on all the news." Gwen said taking Draco's hand in her free one. 'Any excuse to get out of this room' she thought.
"That would be very nice, thank you," Draco replied. The fact that his father was still holding her hand had not escaped him.
"Right through here," Gwen said as she stepped away, Lucius had no choice but to let go of her. She turned and flashed a smile at him as she walked through the door and out into the garden.
Once away from the adults Draco relaxed a bit. "I was under the impression that you and my father knew each other very well," he said with a smirk just like his father's.
"Not all that well."
"Hmm I guess I'm mistaken."
Little snot, Gwen thought to herself. "So what year are you in now?"
"Sixth."
"That makes you, what, sixteen?" She asked.
"Almost seventeen," he was leering at her. Looking her up and down with the same look Lucius always gave her. Gwen was starting to feel very uncomfortable. Were all the Malfoy men alike? "And you, how long have you been out of Hogwarts?"
"Sneaky way of asking how old I am." Gwen replied.
"You prefer the direct approach? Alright, how old are you, then?"
"Old enough to not be impressed by a little snot like you," she retorted. They were far enough into the garden that they could not be seen from the house.
Draco responded by grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to him, he kissed her roughly. As she tried to squirm out of his grasp, he thrust his tongue into her mouth. 'What is it with these Malfoy's' she thought. Having no other choice she bit his tongue hard enough to make it bleed. Draco pushed her away from him and as he was wiping blood from his lips he said, "I'll make you pay for that!"
"Not hardly," she retorted. "You have a lot to learn about women, most of us don't like to be forced."
"And I suppose if I had asked nicely you would have kissed me?" Draco sneered at her.
"Maybe, but, now you'll never know will you?"
Draco's mouth dropped I open in shock. "There is no way you would have kissed me if I hadn't forced you. Don't try to play those games with me, I know better than that."
"Next time try asking first."
He stopped and looked at her, "Gwen," Draco looked up at her from under his lashes, "would you consider allowing me to kiss you?"
Gwen looked at him and thought how much like his father he was, 'not a good thing to be thinking,' she told herself, 'course this would really piss Lucius off.'
"Sure, kid, only this time, try being gentle, okay?"
Draco stepped toward her and slipped his arms abound her waist, pulling her close. Gently he pressed his lips against hers and was rewarded by her kissing back. Taking advantage of the situation Draco reached up and roughly squeezed her breast.
Gwen broke away immediately, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. She was only playing with him, after all, just to get back at his father who was sure to find out about this. Didn't young boys always brag to their fathers about their conquests? "I think we had better head back to the house now," she said gently.
"Okay," he seemed surprised she had allowed him to touch her at all.
As they entered the living room, everyone looked toward them, but, only Lucius noticed that Draco had that cat that got the canary look about him.
'Well, just in time to sit down to dinner," Mrs. Wharton said. "Shall we head into the dining room?"
Soon they were all seated; in what Gwen found a most uncomfortable arrangement. She had Lucius on her left and Draco on her right. Several times during the meal one or the other of them would reach under the table and caress her leg. Gwen could say nothing without alerting the whole table what was going on, so she kept quiet, allowing Lucius' hand to stay where it was and always gently removing Draco's. Lucius had pulled her skirt up almost to her waist, and was stroking her inner thigh very close to the junction of her legs, all while carrying on a conversation with her father about real estate, when Draco slid his hand under the table and across her leg to grab at her crotch, Gwen didn't know who was more surprised, her that Draco would be so bold, Draco at running into his fathers' hand in the very place he wanted to be, or Lucius at suddenly being found with his hand in Gwen's most private place by his son who wanted to be there also. For a second no one moved, then Draco hastily removed his hand, casting a look at his father hoping Lucius would not react. Lucius gave Draco a look that said 'later' and continued his conversation without missing a beat. Gwen tried not to faint from the strain.
Dinner seemed to drag on for hours, but, it was only a short time later Gwen realized that the Malfoy's were preparing to leave. Mr. Wharton mentioned that Gwen needed to go back to the city for work the next day.
"Lucius, do take Gwen with you in the carriage, Draco and I can apparate home from here, he needs the practice," Narcissa said.
"Oh no, Narcissa, that won't be necessary, I wouldn't want to take Mr. Malfoy out of his way," Gwen protested.
"Nonsense, my dear, it would be my pleasure to take you home." Lucius damn near purred at her.
"No really I couldn't..." Gwen was interrupted.
"I insist," Lucius said.
"Go ahead, dear, it will be fine," her mother smiled.
And so, Gwen found herself in a richly appointed carriage totally enclosed from prying eyes with Lucius.
Lucius eyed her coldly and said, "Just what were you doing with Draco out in the garden?"
"Your son is more like you than you know, the little creep jumped on me."
Lucius laughed, the first real laugh Gwen had heard.
"Well, at least he has good taste."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Gwen said
"As you should." Lucius slid his arms around her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply.
Gwen reached up and ran her fingers through his hair pulling him even closer to her. He slid one hand up under her skirt and pulled her panties off with one yank. Flipping her skirt up and exposing her to the cool night air. Gwen gasped as he moved down her body and planted his mouth firmly between her legs. His tongue swirling and thrusting into her, making her moan in delight. He wasted no time, bringing her to a quick and violent orgasm, as she screamed in ecstasy.
Gwen knew exactly what he would want now. She reached down to free his erection from his pants, sliding her hand up and down the length of him. Slowly she took him into her mouth savoring the taste and feel of him. She sucked him to the brink of climax, then gently blowing on him to cool him down; she started again, this time taking him all the way to completion. And still he remained calm, his breathing accelerating only slightly at the end, never making a sound as he came.
Gwen sat up and looked at him. Lucius was refastening his pants and not paying any attention to her. "Lucius?" she said softly. Then louder as he ignored her, "Lucius!"
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Do you never make any real noise when you come?"
"What!"
"All the time we've been doing this, and all I ever hear is an occasional groan, once in a while a growl. Never a yell. I yell, I thrash around, not you, you hardly move and make almost no sound, and you act as if it were no big deal."
"It never occurred to you that it might not be a big deal to me, did it." He was deliberately trying to anger her.
"Fine. I asked for that." Gwen looked at him, he was calm and cool, and no one would ever guess he had just come. She on the other hand was thoroughly disheveled. "You could at least acknowledge a job well done," she muttered.
Lucius cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "Have I complained?" He loosened his grip so she could shake her head, "no, I haven't, you should be happy with that."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she said barely audible.
Lucius heard her, but, choose to ignore her as they were pulling up in front of the building she lived in.
Gwen was scrambling around looking for her panties when the carriage door opened and Lucius motioned for her to get out.
"Fine I'll leave my underwear here for Narcissa, or worse Draco, to find," she said as she climbed out. "Oh, and, Lucius, try not to be too hard on Draco, he was after all being just like you. Thanks for the lift, see you around," and she walked into the building without a backwards glance.
Lucius smiled, and tucked her panties into his pocket, as the carriage moved away. Draco would pay for his actions, but, Gwen didn't need to know how.