AN: Had a fantastic idea for this chapter today! Hope you enjoy! RATED T! SO WATCH OUT PEEPS!

Chapter Sixteen - An Affair Not to Remember

Lucius Malfoy sat at the breakfast table, totally alone. He looked over to the seat where is wife would usually sit. Cooing over their tiny son and glancing nervously at her husband. Lucius continued to stare at the empty chair; he had an empty sought of feeling as his quiet surroundings struck him.

He had not been fair with Narcissa, she was a good girl…woman. In a way Lucius still thought of his wife as a small Hogwarts school girl. Worried about trivial things like her exams and getting her homework done. He sometimes forgot that she was not a fully grown woman, with her own mind, likes and dislikes. Altogether Narcissa was not a possession he could claim and corrupt.

"Is Master alright" squeaked a tiny voice belonging to Dobby the house elf. Lucius came out of his thoughts sharply

"What? Oh yes, clean up" he growled

"But sir, Master has not eaten anything" the elf squeaked nervously as Lucius rose forcefully from his chair

"I'm not hungry!" Lucius yelled angrily leaving the room

Lucius stepped into his hallway, he was confused. If he had always treated Narcissa with contempt and cruelty, why was he feeling like this now she was gone? Why did he feel this oppressive emptiness glooming over him?

He needed to find Narcissa, for that he was certain, it would not be too difficult to find her but what would happen when he did? How would he persuade her too come back? She had to come back.

Francesca advised Lucius to 'tell her how much he really appreciated'

"Huh, great lot of good that will do, hmm, yes Narcissa I truly love you, I just decided to terrify and beat you all our married life, now lets go home" he said to the empty space in front of him, with jeering voice.

"Talking to your self is one of the first signs of madness, you know?" came a smooth voice from behind him. Lucius whipped around to see Francesca Zabini standing immaculately dressed in black robes lined with leopard skin. Spangled gold earrings glittered amongst the shiny black curls of her hair.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. Francesca smirked

"I thought I'd come over to see how you were getting on?"

"Well thank you Francesca, but I don't need your mollycoddling" he sneered.

"Then perhaps Lucius you can tell me why you were talking to yourself?" she folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. Her turquoise eyes met his steely grey ones. She glared so hard that Lucius had to divert his eyes.

"I…" he muttered "I miss her" his words were so quiet that Francesca had to stretch her ears to hear…but she heard each and every word.

Cruelly the woman laughed

"You'll get over it" she muttered

"Francesca, you're not suggesting I abandon my search?" Lucius said suspiciously

"Don't be silly Lucius, of course you need to find Narcissa, but if say you decided that you weren't interested in getting her back…I'm sure you would get over her" Francesca seemed to have moved slightly closer to Lucius. "However, I have some ideas on getting her back"

"Francesca, I'm no novice in search parties" said Lucius recalling his death Eater days, when he had to hunt down Regulus Black, the traitor

"Oh I know" she said thoughtfully "But I have a few ideas which may make it quicker, why don't we go into your study?" she moved closer still

"Why?" asked Lucius, narrowing his eyes at her

"Huh, you sound like Draco or Blaise" she complained, then put on a stupid babyish whining voice 'WHY? Would you like my answer?"

"Yes I would" said Lucius clearly, but through gritted teeth

Again Francesca stepped closer to Lucius, now they were almost touching, and in a soft seductive whisper she said simply

"Because I like your study" she smirked, turned away from him and headed in the direction of his study, checking once that he was following her.

Lucius, for some reason, instantly regretted not putting his foot down about going into his study with Francesca. First of all he looked ahead and saw that the room was empty but from behind him came the clunk of the heavy mahogany door…and the key turned in the lock. Lucius span around. Francesca was leaning against the door, swinging the key on its string between her to rouge nailed fingers. She was smirking seductively at him.

"Francesca, unlock the door this instant" he said firmly, although Lucius could feel his voice shaking slightly. The beautiful woman dropped the key into her pocket and walked quickly towards Lucius. Lucius tried to walk backwards but was stopped by his desk. The woman unleashed herself like a tiger upon him. Her hands gripped his robes as she thrashed her scarlet painted mouth against his. Lucius recoiled in disgust as her tongue attempted to enter his mouth. He kept it firmly shut. She pushed against him so hard that he fell backwards onto his desk, the inkpots and quills scattered everywhere. The parchment flew off around them. Francesca separated her mouth from Lucius' although she kept annoyingly close, and her grip was still forceful.

"I like this" she said "I've wanted to do this a long time you know, but you married Narcissa and not me"

"Francesca this is madness!" he yelled. The woman laughed and she pushed him down against the desk even harder. She slipped both her legs over his reclined body and climbed over on top of him, she shoved his arms down onto the desk, he was completely helpless. The strength of the exotic beauty was unbelievable. She lowered her face to his.

"Come on Lucius, you know you want to!" Francesca whispered, her breath tickling his ear and her sultry poisonous perfume became trapped in his sinuses "No man can resist me you know!"

Lucius had an insane idea…but by chance, it just might work he thought.

"You're right Francesca" he said nodding. The woman looked slightly startled but seemed to like what she was hearing "No man can resist you, I've wanted you for a long time, I never thought you were interested"

"Go on" she said, her eyes bright with anticipation

"And…I want to make love to you, right here on this table" he growled. Francesca shrieked with glee burning in her turquoise eyes. Her force seemed to weaken, yet her grip remained tight. He flipped her over quickly and forcefully, so that he was on top of her. He kissed her ruby lips the way she wanted him to, she seemed to almost melt in his arms, things were going to plan, as he continued to kiss her he allowed one hand to slip over her curvaceous body, seemingly sexually until his finger tripped on her pocket. Perfect, he thought happily, so continuing in her fantasy he slipped his fingers into the pocket and pulled out the key from on the little string. Everything was going to plan. He drew his legs back onto the ground pulling Francesca up with him. She was in his total control; it was almost on the same wave length as the Imperious curse. With the key firmly in his hand, he threw Francesca out of his grip, she shrieked as she tumbled back wards by the force of his hand. Her lipstick smeared and her usually immaculate hair fallen out of its elegant Roman bun and smothered wildly over her shoulders. Her eyes were glittering with anger and surprise.

"Nice try Francesca, but you were just too slow" he growled. Francesca watched him impishly her breathing rapid. She watched as he unlocked his study door and held it open for her "I think you had better leave now" he said severely.

Francesca smirked and walked towards the door, she stopped at the door frame and looked Lucius in the eye.

"Now perhaps you'll actually start looking for Narcissa" Her act was revealed.

And she left.

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