Chapter Five: Slender

As soon as they were separated by the thick slab of wood, Lucius's smirk was gone only to be replaced by a frown of frustration. The girl had no idea what she did to him. Her virginal innocence was driving him insane. And the more that she avoided him and refused his advances, the more that he wanted her. Only one woman had ever ignored him and he had eventually succeeded in making her his wife. But now Narcissa was gone, Lucius was free to look for a new playmate…or perhaps a new wife.

Lucius wasn't used to being denied a woman's body; it was strange. He had had his pick of women that were more than willing to get on their backs and spread their legs for him, but not Regan. No, she wanted nothing to do with him. Perhaps if she knew…perhaps if she knew what he had done to get where he was, maybe then she would respect him. Only death eaters knew what had happened on the day of the final battle. It had never been their intention to let Voldemort rule. He was powerful, yes; they needed him for the very end, but after that…well, they had their own ideas about running the magical world, and they weren't so keen on sharing power. When his back was turned and he had declared his victory, Lucius had shot him down and turned him to dust. Those fools had all been so convinced that it had been stupid Longbottom cutting up the damn snake, but no…it was him. He had done something that Harry Potter had never been able to do: had had killed Voldemort.

And now, he was ruler of his domain.

Lucius leaned his forehead against the door, sighing as his erection strained against the confines of his pants. He was eager to be inside of Regan and taste her ivory skin, but he knew that it would take some effort to get her into his bed. And perhaps, since he was going to put in such effort, he should make the move to make her his wife?

It was time for him to get remarried; people seemed to trust a married man more than they trusted a single man, divorced or not. And perhaps he could get a couple of children out of her young body. He could just see it now; posters plastered everywhere of powerful, trustworthy Lucius Malfoy with his lovely, slender wife and beautiful children. Of course he was pleased with Draco and he would always be his heir, but Lucius had always pictured himself with more than one child. He had always secretly wanted a little girl after Draco had been born, but Narcissa devoted herself completely to raising their son so she never had the time or the energy to get pregnant again. The thought of getting Regan pregnant made his body tingle and his balls tighten.

He wanted her and was starting to need her.

When he heard the water turn on in her bathroom, he inwardly groaned. Images of her lithe, pale body wet from water and sweat splayed on his bed began to fly through Lucius's head and he let out a loud groan. As he loosened his belt and opened his pants to allow his erection to spring forward into the warm air, he made a mental decision.

Within a year, he would seduce Regan, marry her, claim her, and mold her into his perfect wife.

Regan took a quick shower, drying her hair and going into her closet to find something to wear. She ended up settling on a black dress with a scooped neck and three quarter length sleeves. It hugged her body and went to her knees with a slit up the back. She chose a pair of black closed toe shoes with a heel that was almost too high for her to walk properly. After running her hands through her hair a couple of times and forcing herself to put on a little makeup, she left her safe space and slowly made her way downstairs. Part of her was pleading with reason, trying to convince her that she should just turn around and run back to her room. But the possibility of being fired remained in her mind, so she continued to walk to the dining room. She could already hear conversations going on downstairs and she almost felt uncomfortable disturbing them. But she stepped into the doorway met with curious silence.

"Am I late?" She hesitantly asked.

"Of course not," Lucius quickly told her. "You're right on time. Come, sit beside me." Regan hesitated, but forced her feet to move towards the one chair that remained unoccupied. She made brief eye contact with Natalie, both girls exchanging quick nods before Lucius pulled out her chair for her. She sat to Lucius's right while Draco and Astoria sat across from her. They quietly took her in as she sat and Lucius scooted her to the table.

"So nice that you could join us, Ms. Westwood." Astoria said, a pleasant smile on her face. Regan nodded, offering her an equally, though forced, pleasant smile.

"Please, call me Regan, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Well then I insist that you call me Astoria," she said. "And just refer to Draco as Draco, we're not too formal when we're in such close confines." Regan nodded, leaning back as she was served her food. She was poured a glass of wine, but she knew that she wouldn't drink it. That would just put her in a dangerous position later tonight now that she was sleeping right next door to Lucius. "That's a very nice dress," Astoria commented. "Were you able to buy everything that you needed?" Regan nodded.

"Yes," she quickly answered. "I've never owned so many things." Regan admitted, instantly regretting the statement when she saw the proud smirk on Lucius's face.

"I know how to take care of my staff," he said, taking a small sip of wine.

"Lucius tells me that you're going to redecorate your room," Astoria suddenly said. "We should go shopping for some new furniture and linens and perhaps something to decorate? Would you like that?" Regan gently licked her lips.

"The furniture I have is fine." She said evenly. "There's no need to spend any more money on me."

"Just let her," Draco suddenly spoke up. "It's not like she has anything else to do all day."

It was the first time that Draco had spoken directly to her, and for some reason she felt practically no fear when she heard his voice. Regan took the opportunity and allowed herself a moment to study his face. He had his father's eyes and height, but his fine nose and fuller lips had clearly come from his mother. Regan had a faint picture of the woman in her mind, but it was difficult to remember her clearly. This was the first time that Regan also got a good sense of his body language. His upper body, the only part that Regan could see, was stiff and rigid, suggesting that he was under a great deal of stress. She couldn't really understand why he was stressed, but she couldn't make a fair assumption since she had hardly spent any time actually getting to know him in person.

"Will she be coming with us to the match?" Astoria suddenly asked, pulling Regan from her quiet thoughts.

"I don't see why not," Lucius commented.

"What match?" Regan asked as her mostly clear plate was removed from in front of her.

"The first quidditch match of the season is in two weeks, we're all going." Astoria explained.

"Regan will be coming with us," Lucius quickly told them before Regan had the change to answer for herself. "Do you like quidditch?" Regan shrugged her shoulders.

"I've never been to a game, so I wouldn't know." She said.

"Well then you must go!" Astoria happily exclaimed. "It will give you a chance to wear one of your pretty new hats." She let out a little sigh, an uncontrollable smile breaking onto her face. "It's so nice to have a girl my age in the house that I can talk to."

"You have your personal servant Amelia, you can talk to her whenever you want." Draco mumbled.

"She's almost fifty." Astoria shot back. "She doesn't care about anything that I care about."

"That's what she's paid to do," Lucius muttered, unable to take his eyes off of Regan. "If she's not doing a good job, then perhaps we should fire her and find somebody more suited to your tastes." Astoria quickly shook her head.

"Don't fire the poor woman, she doesn't have any family or anywhere to go."

"Well that would be her problem, now wouldn't it?" Lucius quickly bit out, shooting her a harsh glare before looking back to Regan. "Where is your family, Regan? Are they please that you've gotten such a good job?" Regan stared at the empty table space in front of her, clasping her hands in her lap.

"I don't know where my parents are…we were never able to find each other after…" She bit the insides of her cheeks, mentally cursing. The last thing she wanted was to cry in front of these people. "I haven't been able to find them, and I guess they haven't been able to find me."

"Would you like me to find them for you?" Lucius suddenly offered, swirling his glass of wine methodically.

Regan wouldn't lie, the offer was extremely tempting. If Lucius found her parents, then she would have no reason to continue working here. She could quit this job and they could leave the country. Then they could escape this evil and perhaps find a place to live quietly; living among the muggles would be a perfect disguise for them, until they needed to run…if they needed to run.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble for you." She responded casually, taking a small bite of her offered dessert. It was too sweet and made her lower lip pout.

"Hardly," Lucius said with a small chuckle. "I will find them this week easily."

Regan refused to show it, but she was extremely excited. She could leave this place in the next week and never be subject to Lucius's lingering stares and his eager fingers.

"I would very much appreciate the effort, sir."

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A/N: My paper is consuming my life...I almost forgot to post this chapter until somebody reminded me...ugh I can't wait until Monday and then I'll have a couple days of freedom...

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