Revenge of a Slytherin
Chapter 18
'Master, Sir, may I speak with you?'
'What is it now?' Lucius looked puzzled.
'Sir I would like, if you would not mind, rather than the elves making dinner tonight, might I? Could we dine together?'
'And why, would you wish to do this?' He sneered
'I just, just thought it would be nice'
'Nice!' he scoffed 'well that would be a new one on me'
Nichol tried not to look afraid; concerned he might suspect she had an alternative agenda in mind.
'Oh I don't see why not, go speak with the elves, they will tell you what I like and how I like it, they will also provide you with any supplies you need' with this he motioned it was time for her to leave the room.
Nichol spoke with the elves, they did indeed collect her all the items she had requested. Once the meal was prepared and most of it cooking, she set about making a dessert.
The elves had told her that Lucius loved chocolate, but that he usually denied himself the pleasure, unless he was celebrating something. Nichol decided that a chocolate fudge cake would be the way to go. She made the cake deep and rich, with a sticky fudgyness to the sponge, before filling it with a lighter whipped fudge and coating the entire thing in yet more fudge. This she decided should be served slightly warm with cold whipped cream and left the instructions with the elves. This should put Lucius at his ease and make him happy with her.
Once everything was prepared she turned to the dining room, filling the room with flowers and candles. The she laid the table with the Malfoy family silverware and china. When happy with the result she went to get herself ready.
This was when she realised she really had nothing to wear for a more formal meal, so she called the elves. Explaining her dilemma she told them she could not do magic and wondered if they could assist her with anything. They agreed to make her something, she told them what she liked and then gave them an envelope asking them to deliver this to their master.
The envelope contained an invitation requesting Lucius' company for dinner, asking him to dress formally and requesting he meet her for drinks in the drawing room at 7.30pm.
Lucius was stunned to receive an invitation to dine in his own home, but decided to wait and see what she was planning. 'This should be interesting' he mused.
The elves came through for Nichol in amazing style; they brought her a dress that fit her perfectly. It was a long Chinese mandarin style dress in a deep blood red colour, with black and gold embroidery. Although the dress was almost ankle length it had a split at the front to one side, this ran right up to her thigh. Once she put on her stockings and shoes she was happy with the result, the split in the dress showing just the tiniest glimpse of flesh above her stocking top. She delved into her trunk and applied just a little dark eyeliner and mascara then finished the look with blood red lipstick. The elves helped her to straighten her hair and brush it until it shone and with a quick application of scent she was ready … but was she prepared?
It was 7.35pm when she started down the main staircase, and Lucius was in the drawing room as requested. Nichol knew that from where he usually stood, by the fireplace wineglass in hand, he would be able to see her descend the final few steps. He turned as he heard her on the stairs and Nichol was pleased to see his stunned face when he saw her.
Lucius could barely believe his eyes, she really was stunning, not in a conventional model looks kind of way, but with her gorgeous figure, her dark hair, pale skin and those eyes. Never had he seen eyes like them, they were the deepest green. He shook himself out of his reverie and walked towards her, picking up a second glass of wine, which he offered to her. Smiling she took the wine from him, using all of her strength she leant towards him and lightly brushed her lips against his cheek, it was not quite a kiss but almost. 'You look amazing my dear' he said, adding in barely a whisper 'and smell divine'. As she moved away from him she wondered, was that a sigh she had heard from him?
Trying to keep her composure Nichol tried to make small talk with him. She had been here for a while now and yet they had barely spoken. Her cheeks were growing warm when she remembered some of the things that had happened since she woke in his house.
Deep inside she was shaking, partly with fear and partly with desire. He looked so sexy tonight, she was sure he had done it deliberately, to throw her off guard. He was wearing tight cream jodhpurs, with black riding boots and a crisp white shirt. His long hair was caught back into the nape of his neck with a black ribbon.
After a couple of glasses of wine the doors to the dining room opened to signify that dinner was ready. The dining room glowed in the candlelight, Lucius was sat at his usual seat at the head of the table and Nichol had placed her own setting by his right hand, as soon as they sat at the table more wine and the starters apparated before them. As they ate she scanned his face for any sign as to whether he was enjoying the food or not. But he ate in silence. Taking a large gulp of wine she had to remind herself that she must stay sober, she would need her wits about her. But she was so nervous, and each time their glasses emptied Lucius refilled them.
Once the starters were finished the dishes vanished yet more wine appeared, shortly followed by dishes of steaming vegetables and the main dish of roast lamb. The lamb was infused with rosemary and the aroma was mouth-watering. 'Would you mind doing the honours she asked' gesturing for him to carve the lamb. He was very deft with the carving knife and each slice was perfect and neat, he really was a perfectionist. But she could not help but shudder when she recalled the night in the dungeon and the knife he had wielded that night.
After the initial serving Lucius helped himself to yet more lamb. Nichol smiled to herself, she was pleased he was enjoying the meal she had prepared for him. Once the main dishes were cleared Nichol announced she had some finishing touches to make to the dessert, excused herself and walked into the kitchen. She was unaware of the way Lucius was watching her as she left. His eyes were hungrily examining the way the dress clung to her figure, the way it flared from her tiny waist over her full womanly hips. Taking a large gulp of wine he made a decision, tonight he would take her to his room with him, tonight she was not just his property, she was not just a muggle, she had pleased him, so tonight he would make love to her like they were equals he even considered speaking to her about his suspicions and asking is she had anything she needed to tell him.
Whilst in the kitchen Nichol dismissed the elves for the evening, thanking them for their assistance, to which they looked amazed. Once they had gone she took a pouch from the top her stocking and tapped the contents into the firewhisky decanter, lightly shaking the deep golden liquid until the powder dissolved. She had been lucky that the elves had believed her story; they had brought her the sleep medication without question when she said she was having problems sleeping. In the private of her room she had crush the tablets into a fine powder.
Nichol returned to the dining room with a tray laden with fudge cake and cream, a pot of coffee and the firewhisky. When she placed the tray on the table Lucius looked like a child in a sweet store. His eyes lit up so much. 'I see the elves told you of my weakness for chocolate' he smiled and poured out two glasses of the firewhisky. Nichol started to cut the cake and accidentally got some of the warm sticky fudge on her finger. She was about to wipe it off on her napkin when Lucius grabbed her hand and slid her finger into his mouth, gently licking and sucking the chocolaty fudge from her skin. Nichol felt a tingle down her spine as the heat shot through her body, radiating from her finger.
Unsure if she had done the right thing she watched as Lucius took a large gulp of his firewhisky. 'You're not drinking your firewhisky?' he questioned.
'I was already feeling pretty drunk' she whispered, ' thought I would just take coffee.
'Does it matter?' he said 'you are not going anywhere are you?'
Wondering if he had realised her plan she raised her glass and took a sip, hoping he did not realise how little she had just drunk 'very good point she said' and smiled at him. Lucius was now taking a large gulp from his second glass of the firewhisky.
As they ate the dessert and drank their firewhisky and coffee Nichol noticed that Lucius was starting to look drowsy. Not wishing him to realise he was the only one she yawned slightly, 'Mmm' she said as she stretched 'I think I ate and drank too much, I am getting sleepy' hoping she was managing to look tipsy and drowsy.
Reaching over the table towards her he motioned to point out she had a little cream on her lip, he then changed his mind, pulled her towards him and kissed her, catching the cream up with his tongue as he did. His lips were cool from the firewhisky, but they still made her skin burn. His tongue massaged hers and she closed her eyes, melting into his arms. She heard him groan from deep within his throat and it sent shivers down her spine.
Suddenly he pulled away, he looked disorientated at first and then angry. Realising what was happening Nichol moved away from him, she jumped up from the table. Luckily her reflexes at that point were better than his, he swayed slightly and then leant on the table for support.
'What have you done to me?' he hissed, staggering towards her.
'Just something to make you sleep' she said looking towards the door.
Realising she was about to head to the door Lucius managed to pull himself together slightly and ran towards the door at the same time as her. Grabbing her by the throat he pinned her to the wall, she had not even made it to the door.
'You bitch' he hissed 'you will pay for this…'
With that his grip released and he slid to the floor.