When she was finally able to move and get to her feet, Miley stood slowly and surveyed the aftermath of her husband's temper. So many things broken to what she consider to be beyond repair. Miley gave a shuttered breath. Tears were in her eyes as she started towards the table. Miley was not sorry for what she had said. Not really. She was frightened and shaken but not sorry. It had needed to be said. Miley had needed to vocalize her feelings. He needed to know. No matter how badly he had taken it. Lucius had not returned. In fact, Miley had heard nothing in the house for at least twenty minutes. She did not even know if he was still here.

As soon as she had started to shift the table and try to get it back on it's legs, a house elf appeared. He looked around cautiously for his Master. "I can clean Misuses." The elf told her softly. Miley had started to cry again and he placed a small warm hand on hers. Miley flinched at the touch but then gave a timid smile. "You don't have to help me..." She whispered and the elf shook his head. "Thank you." She told him genuinely and they went to work. The elf had magic of it's own though he had no wand. The table was righted and though she tried to gather the mess, before her eyes the broken was repaired. Mended back together as if nothing had happened. She left the repairs to the elf and instead began to reset the table.

When order was restored, Miley thanked the elf once more and left the room. This time, she did not look for Lucius. Instead she returned to the room she had previously found him in. A peek around the door frame showed Lucius was not there. Stepping inside she moved towards the preserved dress and looked up at it. The dress was stunning with encrusted precious stones, ribbon and crinoline. Slowly she turned towards the largest picture in the room to find Narcissa staring back at her. Narcissa had been a beautiful woman. Pale blond hair, grey eyes and a nice figure. Prettier than Miley thought she was. Right now, the former Mrs. Malfoy sat in a high backed chair dressed in a long emerald green dress. "How is this possible?" Miley asked softly and knowing Narcissa could hear her.

Narcissa said nothing for a few long moments. "Memories." She finally answered. "Lucius' memory of me and Draco's allow me to be here." It was magic of course. Miley knew that. "I'm sorry I'm here...in your home." She told Narcissa feelings that she had to explain. Narcissa held up one hand. "My husband was alone too long. Even a muggle can make him whole again." Narcissa was seeming to turn out to be the nicest person in the family. "Lucius and Draco never saw what i saw in muggles. Never saw the creativity and endurance your kind is capable of." Miley wiped her still damp eyes. "He hates me." She whispered. "He needs you." Narcissa countered quickly. "More then just by the Ministries law." Miley shook her head. "He doesn't need me. All he does is chastise and yell and hurt me." She met Narcissa's eyes "I can't get close enough to help him."

Narcissa leaned forward in her chair. Blond hair falling over he shoulders. "I love my husband...your husband." She said now. Her eyes were dark with passion. "He is a man. A beast. Controlling and can be quite cruel. He is however, a provider and a strong pillar. You need to win him. To earn his affection. Behind every great man is a great woman. They will never admit it but we know. I can not do it for him. Be there to support him. But you can."

"How?" Miley all but begged.

Shaking her head, Narcissa laughed. "How do you place any man in the palm of your hand?" She asked. Sex...food...tolerance...perseverance... Miley had her answer. She nodded. She had no idea how to do it but she would try. The front door opened and closed. Miley looked towards the sound and then quickly started to leave. She hesitated and turned back. "You won't..." She motioned to the room. Narcissa understood and cut her off. "I won't tell." With a soft smile in thanks Miley hurried away.

Miley did not have to wait long for her first opportunity. Lucius was still angry. He wanted to dominate her. To break her and make the muggle obey. Miley could sense his intentions almost instantly. Lucius had not gone looking for her. She had to come to bed sooner or later. He doubted that she would have dared to sleep in another room. Lucius sneered as she balked in the bedroom door. The atmosphere in the room was one of testosterone and punishment. Lucius sat in a high backed hair by the fire silently watching her. Glass of wine in one hand and cane in the other. The only thing that got her moving were the words spat at her on their wedding day. He would not kill her. Slowly stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She was not looking at him but could feel his eyes on her. "On the bed." Lucius growled barely audible. Miley's hands moved instinctively to grip her shirt, pulling it down firmly in a way that could have been taken as defense rather than fear. Lucius stood, menace in his grey eyes. Miley looked up at him.

"Wait..." She whispered. Lucius frowned. "You were putting on an act. I get that." Miley told him. She could not seem to force herself to speak louder with the way he was looking at her. "But it was good wasn't it?" She asked. She took just one step towards him. "We talked... laughed... Lucius, it doesn't have to be this way." She was hating the pleading she heard in her own voice. "We're married" Lucius scoffed. Miley took that as a sign that he was at least listening. "I was falling in love with you." She bit her lip. The sensation that confession caused in Lucius was very hard to describe. He would never have been able to voice it. He didn't love her. She would have to be incredibly stupid and naive to think that now. Her professing her love for him however, it caused him to look at her slightly different. Her love meant she was his. More so that she had given a part of herself to him. A connection. "I can't say that I no longer feel the same way even if only a little and I know you don't love me..." She looked him full in the face. "...just... it can be better." It was long winded and Miley was sure it made very little sense but at least it was out.

Lucius could not think of anything to say. No he was not angry. In fact, her little speech seemed thought out and he was touched a little by it. He was not a monster. It can be better. If she was asking for love, that was hopeless. His love had been for Narcissa and she had been torn away from him. Leaving Lucius a shell of the man he had been.

When Miley finally started towards him, Lucius did not move. He watched her closely but remained silent. No longer, unknown by Lucius, was the cold look on his face. He seemed so calm when Miley stopped before him and looked up into his eyes. The man who had charmed her, true it had been only to force her into this life, she could see what had first attracted her to him. Brown eyes ran down over his body and his own gaze followed. Sex in the past and his temper had shown her that he was strong. His body covered in firm muscle. Miley bit her lower lip at this thought. Lucius took good care of himself. She didn't know if he would allow her to touch him. Since they had been married, every other time had been met with pain and anger. "Please let me..." She whispered. To anyone else it could have looked like a form of foreplay but it was no game between them.

Not a sound came from him. Curiosity won her her chance. Trembling, Miley's hands moved to his pants a unfastened them. She wanted to show Lucius that the sex could be enjoyable for both of them. That he did not have to force himself on her. That with a little kindness, she would come freely. Pushing his clothing down past his hips, Miley took him into her hand and with only one stroke, Lucius gave a deep, guttural moan. Miley tried not to react too much. Her free hand slipped around him and pressed flat against his lower back. She met his eyes again briefly as she continued to stoke him. Lucius watched her. He did not move to embrace the woman. Her hand felt good and he was very attuned to what she was doing but he was satisfied just standing there. Taking this as a good sign, she continued.

Miley slowly got to her knees. Her breathing had picked up and her heart raced in her chest. He was nearing a full erection and now it was level with her face. Miley took a deep breath and then took him in her mouth. Lucius gave a broken gasp and his hand tightened on his cane. Narcissa had done this to him as well but this still felt amazing. Her mouth was hot and firm. Gradually she continued. Moving further and further until her mouth was sliding up and down on his shaft at a steady pace. Lucius' chest rose and fell and the guttural sounds coming from her were sweet in her ears. Still he did not touch her. The only movement he made was to brace himself. Miley was dedicated to making Lucius cum.

She doubted this would make everything better. Nothing would make everything better. Nothing would make her forget everything she had been put through. Her stupid belief in happiness that had uprooted her daughter's life. Riches or not, Miley had made a grave mistake. Still, this was a start at making it right. Hanna was out of the house and safe. Miley wanted a chance to give her daughter a home to come back to. None of this was on her mind however right now.

Miley's hand moved in rhythm with her hand. Drawing Lucius closer to the edge. She could taste precum and it aroused her as she knelt there on the floor. She glanced up at him wanting to see how close he was. Lucius' chest rose and fell heavily and his breathing was labored. His sent filled her head and she moaned giving him a accidental hummer. Now he touched her. One hand came to the back of her head but not to force her mouth down further on him. Instead he slid his fingers into her thick hair and rubbed her scalp. When Lucius came, Miley was not sure what to do. If she should spit or swallow or pull away all together. It turned out that she didn't have a choice. She swallowed to clear her mouth and when his hand took her by her upper arm, she stood up willingly.

It is possible that Miley simply had not realized that he had the lights dimmed when she had entered the room or if he had done it with his wand afterwards. Either way, When she stood again, his face looked softer with the light of the fire. When Lucius bent, put his cane down and started to undress, Miley followed suit. The fear had never left but now it was stronger. Her gaze dropped down to the floor again as she stripped out of her clothes and draped them over the back of a chair. Out of her peripheral vision Miley saw Lucius motion towards the bed. She nodded and then obeyed. Sitting on the bed, she waited unsure of what to do. She looked up at him through her lashes. When Lucius reached for her, Miley cringed and almost pulled away. Just stopping herself.

Maybe it was the blow job but Lucius was feeling generous. He said nothing about her reaction. Slowly Miley leaned back on the bed fully expecting the same treatment of the past. She expected him to be rough again and for it all to be over before it had even begun. Lack of pleasure and sensuality did not even begin to cover it. This romp in bed started the same way, Lucius moving over her. He didn't meet her eyes and there was no playing. She was not completely dry at least so that was good. Having gone down on him had seen to that.

The change was actually subtle. Lucius was not quite so rushed. He took his time as he entered her. Lucius was not gentle. That was not quite it. He did however, lower his face down to Miley's. Pressing his cheek against hers. It was the first sign, at least the first one Miley had noticed since she had been here, that Lucius enjoyed this time with her at all. Other then his ejaculation but that seemed to be just a part of the job for him.

When she was not as frightened as she always had been in the past, Miley could focus more on how he felt inside of her. The inner caress of his skin against hers and subtle moans coming from him. She lay under him silent and still for a few moments before taking another risk. Lifting one leg slightly, Miley hesitated for a moment and then brought it up high to drape it over his hip and one hand slid up to cup one upper arm. Lucius' body tensed visibly and he lifted his head to meet her eyes. He did not order her to remove the connection however and when Lucius thrust again, he was able to prod deeper into Miley and she moaned. A ghost a smile on his lips that had vanished as quick as it had come. A real smile. Not a sneer everyone was so used to seeing. It would have been foolish to expect an orgasim. When Lucius did pull out after he had finished, Miley was for once felt satisfaction.