Author's Note: Hello People! Yes that's right, I'm here with another chapter! And if this one seems a little weird and out of place, please stay with me. I trying to add some... well I'm not sure what to call it, but it will all hopefully workout in the end.
Enjoy! Gabby
-In The Office of Malfoy-
Scratch – scratch.
The sounds of Lucius Malfoy's quill racing against a piece of paper filled his grand office.
Scratch – scratch.
He owned his own business, and therefore had much paper work to do and business deals to merge. There was little time to be wasted.
Scratch… scratch…
His jotting of notes slowly came to a pause as he lifted his eyes from the page, a feat which he had not tempted in an hour. He blinked his eyes rapidly as the shade of his dark office contrasted with the white sheet of paper he had been staring at only moments before.
When he could finally focus, his eyes darted around his newly furnished office. The tall cherry wood doors at the entrance… the big black leather sofas… the tall lamps in the corners… it was an office for a man of status, filled with shades of black, maroon and silver.
He felt powerful when in his office; he felt as grand and as rich as all of the furniture inside it, and sometimes he didn't want to leave his office. What was the point anyways? He was always working - even when he was home - so it would just make sense to stay in his office forever…
"Excuse me Mr. Malfoy, but your wife is on line one." came the voice of Lucius' secretary Aja Klaus.
Lucius immediately snapped out of his trance and stared down evilly at the speaker box on his desk. And as though she could feel the stare coming through the box, Aja's voice quickly dropped and she sounded unsure of her self.
"I'm sorry sir, but this is the ninth time that she's called this morning…"
Lucius' silent glare at the box continued and then he finally spoke, "Tell her that I'm busy and I'll call her in an hour."
Aja didn't bother to reply andhis office became silent once more. But instead of returning to admire his new office, Lucius angrily went back to his work and continued to scratch away at the paper in front of him.
An hour went by andhe was still writing away at his paper, but this time he wasn't surprised by the sound of Aja's voice in the speaker box.
"Mr. Malfoy, there's someone here to see you,"
Lucius continued his writing, and growled a few moments later, "Who is it?"
"Mrs. Parkinson, sir. Would you like me to send her in, or would you rather her wait?"
At the sound of this,his body perked up and he immediately dropped his quill as stared at the speaker phone for a moment. "Yes, send her in." he said rather calmly.
A few moments later the tall cherry wood doors tohis office opened, and a well-dressed Emile Parkinson walked into the room.
She was wearing a rather expensive looking fur coat and her black hair was done up in a rather fancy bun; diamond burettes and all. Her face was powdered to perfection and with jeweled heels on her feet, she looked as though she was heading out to a fancy evening ballet, rather then the office of Lucius Malfoy at ten in the morning.
Lucius though did not seem surprised by her appearance. He seemed rather intrigued as he watched Emile seductively walk across the office and towards his desk, the tall doors closing on their own behind her.
Emile smirked when she reached his desk, but instead of sitting down on the chair beside her, she lifted the right side of her fur coat and propped a leg up on the desk.
Lucius watched silently as Emile sat partially on his desk, strategically drawing attention to the black stockings underneath… stockings that seemed to reach high-heaven…
He slowly tore his eyes away from Emile's leg and stared into her face; she smirked again and whispered, "Happy New Year, Lucius."
Lucius, who was now leaning back in his chair sneered, "Is it January first already? I hadn't noticed."
Emile smiled down at the man behind the desk, "Yes Lucius, it is January first and you still haven't given me my Christmas present."
And with that last word, Emile slowly got off of the table and walked away fromhim and to the center of the room. As she walked, she gradually began to unbutton her coat, taking her time and making sure to walk nice and slowly.
She looked around the newly renovated office as she walked, and when the last button on her coat was undone, she slowly turned to face Lucius and she pulled back the coat to revel her under garments.
"When did you make all the changes?" Emile asked in a casual tone as she stood in the center of the room, exposing the black lingerie that she was wearing.
Lucius' stare pierced at her skin as his eyes wandered over the lacy black corset… the long clips holding up the smooth black stockings… and the black thong that she wore.
Emile staredback and smiled, and then she slowly began to walk towards him. Lucius tried to act as calm as could be as he answered her question, his eyes still glued to her ever approaching figure,
"Just last week I had some people come in here… filthy muggles they were…"
By this time Emile was behind Lucius' desk and as she stared down at the man in front of her, she slowly let the heavy fur coat slide down her shoulders … Lucius watched in silence… and then when the coat reached her hands she gently tossed it over to the right, where it hit the wall and slumped down to a heap on the floor.
Lucius looked over at the fur coat, and then back to Emile's body… the color of her pale skin against the crude black was like a dream to him, and she knew it. He reached forward and grabbed her hips, his finger tips reaching for her buttocks as he gently pulled her forward.
She smirked and leaned forward and her fingers quickly found his belt. She undid it slowly and then went for the button… then the zipper… and then for the hem of his underpants.
When he was exposed to her, Emile stepped in closer to the chair and straddled herself on top of Lucius… she then released a sultry moan when he entered her.
He was deep inside of her, the way he had been so many times before… and as she had done so many times before, Emile began to pray inside of her…
Please don't let this stop… don't ever let it stop…
She rocked her hips back and forth, as Lucius' grip on her buttocks seemed to guide her… she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, deep and passionate… she exposed her breast to him and let him suckle at it, as her fingers grabbed at his head of beautifully blond hair, a little too tightly…
She rode on top of him for twenty minutes, enjoying the fact that his hands were all over her, rubbing the material on her skin. And when his grip on her tightened, she knew that she had to say it now….
"I love you, Lucius." she moaned into his ear. And with out a response, Lucius' pumping motion from underneath her increased, and then slowly stopped as he came in side of her.
Emile didn't get off of him right away. Instead she sat on his lap, him still inside of her, as she slowly fingered his hair and stared into his hazel eyes. And in the immediate moments afterwards, Lucius didn't seem to mind, for he stared into her face, and almost seemed to smile in comfort.
Emile saw this small note of affection and felt her heart flutter, but instead of simply leaving with that, she needed more…
"Lucius, why Narcissa?" she whispered as she had done many times before. And just as before, Lucius' mood quickly changed and without answer, he picked Emile off of his lap and lowered her to the ground beside him.
Emile's eyes narrowed as she stared at her lover and watched him pulling up his pants. She quickly stood up and pushed him down and back into the chair, but instead of screaming or acting out like he would with his wife, Lucius just sat and stared.
"Well?" asked Emile again, her voice rising in anger.
"Well what, Emile? We've had this discussion before," said Lucius, no longer sounding like his all powerful self. Instead he sounded exhausted and bored with where the conversation was heading, but Emile didn't care.
"No Lucius, you've had the discussion before. You've talked and talked your way in circles and I've still never really gotten an answer! Why Narcissa?"she persisted.
Lucius now had lost his patience and he got up and out of his chair and headed for the door, but Emile ran after him and through herself in front of the cherry doors, her arms spread long across in an attempt to block his exit.
She looked him in the eye and then quickly closed her eyes and cringed her body up to ready herself for the slap, but instead she heard his voice, not angry but calm,
"Move, Emile."
Emile opened one eye and looked at Lucius, "Not until you answer my question." She watched as his face contorted with anger once again and she quickly closed her eye and waited for the smack…
"I've told you before; I don't want to discuss it." said Lucius said slowly. Emile kept her eyes shut, even though she could feel her body slowly relax,
"Why not?"
Lucius didn't want to give the answer, for he knew as soon as he did that he would regret it. So instead of the truth he took the defensive,
"For Merlin's sake Emile, there's no point to it!"
"I need to know Lucius." insisted Emile, but she could see that he was beginning to pull away from her.
"Did you love me then?" she began, in the softest most uncertain voice, "Did you love me then, in Hogwarts? When we were young and full of happiness?" she asked as she stared into his eyes.
She saw that he was beginning to look away, and so she hurriedly finished,
"Did you love me when we first made love underneath that apple tree?"
Lucius did not respond but slowly turned from her and walked towards his desk. Emile ran after him and continued her questions.
"Did you love me when you saved me from the giant squid, that time I fell into the lake? Did you love me at graduation, when you told me that you'd never leave me and that we'd be together always? Did you love me then? Or was it all a joke?" she practically screamed the last part for her heart was now exposed with all of the pain that had rested there for so many years.
She stopped in front of Lucius' desk, and him who was now seated in his chair stared up at her. Emile waited for an answer, and Lucius closed his eyes and said,
"Put on your coat Emile, I have an important meeting in ten minutes."
Emile stared down at Lucius, in shock at his insensitivity. She quickly took her ground, placed her hands on her hips and stared down at the man in front of her.
"Unless you would like to explain to your wife why you've been having an affair with me for the past twenty years Lucius, I'd advise you to answer my question. Why Narcissa?" asked Emile sternly.
Lucius opened his eyes and stared at Emile. They stared angrily in silence, and after a few moments he complied, knowing that she would not leave unless she got the answers she wanted.
"Why do you think?"
Emile was taken aback by the question.
"Why do I think?" she said out loud and in shock, and then repeated again,
"Why do I think, Lucius?" and then she started to laugh a crazy, desperate laugh,
"What the hell does it matter what I think? Do you know how many years I've tried to figure it out? Do you? Do you know how many tears I've cried or how many years have been wasted on you? DO YOU? No you don't Lucius, so don't you DARE try to turn things around and play mind games with me! I want answers, and I want the truth! So tell me please, why NARCISSA?"
"BECAUSE SHE HAD MONEY, EMILE!" yelled back Lucius as he jumped out of his seat and pounded his fists on the desk. "For Merlin's sake, why else would I marry my relative if it wasn't for money and power?"
Emile hadn't been expecting this as an answer, and she stood watching Lucius speechless. But she didn't have to say another word, for Lucius himself looked like there were a few issues that he had to get off of his chest.
"I never told you because I knew that you'd never understand! My father Emile was a horrible man, but he was powerful! He had some of the greatest wizards ever working for him, and people respected him and feared him – do you know what kind of pressure that put on me?"
Emile slowly shook her head, for that was all she could possibly do. For now in front of her was no longer the strong and powerful Lucius Malfoy that the wizarding world had come to fear and hate, but instead the young boy that she fell in love with at Hogwarts so many years ago.
His demeanor had changed in a matter of seconds and he looked once again as her teenage boyfriend, the one who used to hold her in the Slytherin common room, and dream about growing old with her.
Lucius shook his head slowly behind the desk, and then he continued on,
"My mother didn't care about anything, Emile. She was wasteful and useless. Can you believe that she spent all of my father's fortune in a matter of months? Can you? My father was wealthy… he had status in the community and pride… and then my mother being the no good floozy that she was, went and spent all of his money behind his back!"
Lucius punched down on the desk one more time and then he left the table and walked slowly towards the window. The closer he got to it, the more he seemed to fall back in time…
"She spent everything, Emile. Every Knut that she could get her hands on went to buy some stupid item. And she didn't stop with my father's money. No, she went after my savings too! By the time I had graduated Hogwarts there was nothing left! We would have had to sell our house if it wasn't for Narcissa and the Black family money. It was the only chance I had to reclaim my family name from the shambles my mother had put it through." Lucius' voice now sounded distant as he was lost in memories.
Emile couldn't speak for a moment. Her mind was racing with thoughts. He chose to marry that pathetic excuse of a woman for money? Business, that's what this all is to him, isn't it? His marriage, our love affair, it's all simply business.
Emile snapped out of her stunned demeanor and walked silently towards her coat. Lucius was still staring out the window, as though he was unaware that she was still in the room.
"Sorry to interrupt your meeting sir, but there is someone here to see you," came the voice of Aja Klaus once again from the desk-top speaker box.
Lucius looked over his shoulder and replied, "Tell him I'll be right out."
Lucius' gaze then caught with Emile's, who was fixing herself and making sure that her coat and hair were perfectly placed.
"It would be better if you left through the fire. I really don't want to have to explain your presence." Lucius drawled, becoming his usual self again, and then hr turned back to face the window.
Emile smirked in disgust to herself and she strolled up to Lucius, leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
"And you Lucius had better find a way to bring Draco home for I'm expecting him and Pansy to wed. Unless of course, you would like me to tell your wife of our little escapades. I'm sure that if she leaves you she won't take all of your precious money… you'll be left with at least two knuts, I imagine."
And with that last statement Emile walked confidently across the office and stepped into the fireplace, and disappeared.
Lucius turned around and glared at the fireplace the moment Emile had vanished. And then he walked towards the office door and held it open for Henry Parkinson, who stormed trough the door looking completely outraged.
"Lucius we had a deal!" said Henry as he stormed past Lucius and headed straight to one of the chairs.
"Good Morning to you too, Henry. Having a bad day?" sneered Lucius as he let the doors close on there own and then he too walked towards his desk.
Henry, who had thrown his hat down on Lucius' desk in anger and rage, glared at Lucius.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Lucius. We made a deal sixteen years ago. I helped you stay out of Azkaban, and you'd arrange it so that Draco marries Pansy!"
Lucius sat down in his chair and crossed his hands in his lap, "Where's the problem then, Henry?"
"The problem?" stuttered Henry for a moment, and then he found his ground, "The problem is that your son is still in Azkaban! And by what I've been reading in the Daily Prophet Lucius, it doesn't seem that you'll be able to hold up your end of the bargain."
Lucius drawled in an undermining tone, "Really Henry, do you think that the Daily Prophet knows everything that's going on in the community?"
Henry leaned forward on the desk, "I don't care what you or the Daily Prophet has to say about anything Lucius. All I know is that if you can't hold up your end of the deal, then I want my money back. With interest."
Lucius glared at Henry, for that was a large sum of money to be asking for.
"And," continued Henry, "I'm sure that Narcissa would be very interested in learning about your spending habits Lucius. She would love to know where all of her money has been going, I'm sure. In fact, isn't your entire business under her name…" asked Henry, knowing full well the answer, but loving the look on Lucius' face all the same.