A/N: and here is part two of all of this madness. Enjoy! Thanks for the kind words and awesome reviews! This chapter is rated a very very strong M, and special thanks to InvisibleMoony for all the love she has been sending my way lately! Enjoy everyone!
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"Where is she?" Lucius' eyes scanned the ballroom and only found his son looking as if he had seen a ghost. When Draco didn't answer, Lucius asked again, with more panic in his voice.
"Oh, she just left for your floo," Draco responded lifelessly, still not meeting his father's eyes. There was so much Lucius wanted to say to him, but he was now certain that Draco trusted him even less than before. From the hollowness in the blue eyes of his son, Lucius understood that Draco had seen Astoria kiss him, and could only assume that Lacey did as well. He knew he was vying for the worst father of the year award, or probably the decade, but he turned on his heel and as soon as he was out of the ballroom and had no need for composure, sprinted up to his study. As he wrenched the door open he saw Lacey with a palm full of floo powder, in the middle of her request of location and he yanked her body away from the fireplace.
"Get the hell away from me and let me go," Lacey said sharply. She had been seconds away from disappearing and was more than angry that she was once again looking at the man she was falling in love with, or possibly was in love with, she couldn't exactly be sure with her level of loathing towards him skyrocketing. She had thought that there was a chance that she wouldn't ever have to see him again, but she felt so naïve for thinking such a thing. He didn't loosen his grasp on her upper arm and she finally stopped trying to throw her body weight in the direction of the floo and stood, panting in frustration and emotion, submitting to staying.
"You saw…"
"Of course I fucking saw it, do you think I would be trying to escape this hellish place if I didn't? This whole night was a complete disaster and now I know that this," she did the best she could to throw her hands manically in the space between them, miming something meaning 'us', "was a huge mistake."
"If you will just let me explain…" Lucius interrupted her, but his speech was deliberate, slow, and surprisingly calm.
"I don't need you to explain anything, thanks," she kept up her aggressive attitude, trying to build up her emotional walls so high that they could not be breached, even by him. Lucius' hand loosened from her upper arm and slid down the smooth flesh, pausing for a half second at the crook of her elbow and then trailing down her forearm until he was holding her hand and trying to pull her closer. In response Lacey whipped her hand away from him, looking disgusted, and pulled her wand out of her purse that was slung over her shoulder, holding it at the ready, but at waist level.
Slowly Lucius raised his hands in the air, his eyes trained on her wand. From impromptu duels in his younger days with Narcissa, he knew better than to trust an angry and armed witch.
"Now Lacey, there is no need for that," he tried to smile and when Lacey saw that it was one of her favorite smiles of his, the one that twitched up the left side of his face in an innocent, boyish way, she averted her eyes and focused on a space of wall behind his blonde head.
"It's not going to be that easy Lucius, if you want me to stay," she told him simply and raised her wand a little bit higher. She felt an odd power in it, having one of the most powerful wizards threatened by her wand.
"Why did you bring your wand?" Lucius asked, trying to distract her a bit, slowly lowering his arms.
"I think the better question is, why would I walk into this manor without one?"
"Don't you trust me?" Lucius asked, his eyes opening a little wider as he saw the confused look on his mistresses face and he could sense that he had touched a nerve with her.
"Obviously not," she scoffed, rolling her eyes after a moment of contemplation. She had begun to trust him before that night. She had been willing to risk everything to be with him…really be with him despite the task set out for her…but now she didn't know.
"Right," he nodded. He normally had no patience for a woman's jealousy, but from Lacey he partly enjoyed it-knowing that she was this angry over him-and yet the rest of him felt horrible. He thought of how she and Fred has kissed, but if he had actually seen it, he was sure he wouldn't have acted reasonably, "But you have to know that Miss Greengrass was completely out of line and I pushed her away."
"After snogging her for a moment! I was there! Draco and I were standing in the gardens right in front of you. I saw it all. I heard it all! If you really didn't want to kiss her, then it wouldn't have even gotten that far!" Lacey shouted at him, not afraid to raise her voice to him and her posture rose too. She drew herself up to all of her five foot seven inches and her hand holding her wand was visibly shaking.
Lucius knew he shouldn't have let it get that far. He knew, now looking back on the dinner, that Astoria had been trying to get him to that point all night, but he had thought nothing of it. All he had been thinking about outside was Lacey, and she had pressed her lips to his so fast that it caught him off guard. Lacey was right…but he was stubborn.
"This is childish and I don't even know why we are arguing about it," Lucius snapped suddenly, looking extremely intimidating and Lacey just wanted to scream in frustration.
"You can't just ignore this! I mean, not even for me but for Draco! He was the one that was worried about Astoria in the first place…it's not like you have a great track record with his women after all…"
Lucius' eyes flashed dangerously and he felt it prudent to reach his hand into his breast pocket of his dinner jacket and withdraw his own wand. He held it between both of his hands, twirling it at the tips, but let Lacey continue.
"And now you proved that you have no respect for your son, and you know no boundaries! And not to mention the truly horrendous way you treated me at dinner, and your stupid and barely passable apology, and by the way, when were you going to mention that you were a Legilimens, hmm? I'm not exactly comfortable with how you and your son have been trying to pry into my mind!"
"ENOUGH!" Lucius roared, now pointing his wand at her, pushed to his limit. No woman had ever called him out so blatantly, or listed all of his faults like that. Narcissa had always been diplomatic and passive, as had all his previous mistresses and even Pansy to some extent, and his ego couldn't take the criticism.
"No, not enough," Lacey said softly. She felt angrier than she had felt in a long while. Angrier even than when she read that Oliver was engaged. She knew in her heart she would have never fought like this with Oliver, or this hard for Oliver. She had thought she loved Oliver once, but the emotion she was currently experiencing was so much more painful, and so much stronger.
"Say the word then Lacey. But I won't go easy…" his voice dropped and the rumbling of it set her nerves on fire. She grasped her wand firmer. She couldn't believe she was going to duel with him. It had never been high on her to-do list, even during the war, but now that she was his lover and his mistress and locked inside his study with nowhere to go, she wished she was anywhere else.
"Affligo!" Lacey shouted, wanting to waste no more time and with a harsh flick of her wand, Lucius was thrown back, as if invisibly punched and he stumbled, catching himself by placing his hands behind him on his desk. He was only disoriented for a mere second, as he was quicker than Lacey in casting her next spell, and with a Everte Statum Lacey was thrown back against the opposite wall, her body sliding down it and landing in a pile on the floor. The immediate ache in her back was proof that Lucius hadn't lied about going easy on her.
"Expelliarmus!" Lacey shouted from her position on the ground and Lucius' wand flew out of his hand, but all it caused was a look of annoyance from him as Lacey got to her feet. With a wandless and wordless Accio, his wand was back in his hand in an instant, causing Lacey's mouth to gape knowing that she was way out of her league. She had never quite mastered wordless magic in the same way Hermione had when they had gone back to school after the war, but wandless magic was on an entirely different level.
"You are playing with fire Lacey, so why don't we just stop," Lucius suggested in a voice dripping with so much ingrained aristocracy that Lacey knew she could never acquiesce.
"Intepestus" Lacey said with malice, throwing one of her favorite hexes at Lucius, one that the Weasley twins had taught her. But before it could hit him and make him vomit uncontrollably, Lucius blocked the hex and sent an Incarcerous at her before she could blink. In a second, her entire body was bound in rope and she struggled against it, trying to move her arm enough to put an end to the spell. Before she could make any progress, Lucius, who had been smirking from his vantage point standing in front of her, bent down and took her wand away.
"That will teach you," he remarked patronizingly which just infuriated Lacey more, "but…you actually look quite good all tied up like that…"
"Oh kiss my arse," she said, then sticking her tongue out at him. Her eyes were still full of fire and even though the dueling was further angering Lucius, he was feeding off of her anger as well and was impressed with her tenacity. Lacey was finally able to move her arm in the most unnatural and painful way, but with a finite, the rope disappeared from her body in a flash and with renewed anger, she yelled
"Relashio!" at Lucius.
He dodged the spell just in time, but her action started them on a fierce flurry of offensive spells, intermittently blocked by protegos, but mostly with well-timed dodges, sending the hexes into other parts of the room and severely damaging the furniture in Lucius' study. They dueled like this in heated silence with nothing but the incantations coming out of their mouths, but their reasons for doing so morphed as quickly as their tactics changed.
Their blind anger brought about harsher spells; Lacey tapped into the dark side every Gryffindor staunchly denied they had and Lucius used his best friend's spell of choice repeatedly. Pride and vanity showcased their tactical dueling skills, of which Lucius' were much more refined, and overwhelming feelings for each other sometimes led to spells not quite hitting their marks on purpose.
Nearly breathless and backed into one corner of the room, Lacey sent a stunning spell at Lucius which he blocked easily with a protego, jolting her back. They both paused in their fight, equally intense eyes meeting from across the room and Lacey let her wand fall to the floor with only one thought on her mind. It had been so long since she had been that challenged, or scared, or confused, or had fought so hard because she wanted something. She wanted him.
He met her in the middle of the room as she ran towards him and he put his arms around her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. She nipped at his lower lip, then a bit harder, tugging, and their usual dance for dominance started. His hands found her waist, trying desperately to pull up the material of her dress as she clung to him, hobbling lop-sidedly on one broken heel from their battle. They were both drunk on adrenaline and lust and when her hands got in his way of reaching her center by trying to undo his trousers, he pushed down roughly on her shoulders with his palms and her knees instantly buckled towards the floor. He followed her down, their lips only disconnecting for mere seconds for her to nip at his neck when she tore the buttons off of his shirt or for him to trail his hot tongue between her breasts when he managed to rip the top of her dress to suit his needs. Her face was flushed and his hair stuck to the back of his neck as she tugged his pants down to his knees and took his throbbing cock in her hand. He was so warm and stiff that she involuntarily gasped and pulled away from him and each took a second to examine the needy, mussed state of the other. Lacey raised her palm to her mouth and spit, less-than lady-like, on it, before reaching down again to one of her favorite parts of Lucius' anatomy and proceeding to stroke him with her wet hand, first fast, then teasingly slow in a tantric way.
He was momentarily stunned at the way she had taken control and done what she wanted without fear of looking gauche and it only made him throb more in her hand, causing a naughty smirk to creep up her face. His skilled hands snaked up and over the dip of her waist and to her hard nipples, but as he began to roll the pink buds between his fingers, she raked her nails down his bare chest and pressed all of her weight at him, pushing him down on his back on the floor and crawling on top of him. He captured her mouth once again to stop the triumphant look on her face and cupped one hand around the back of her neck gently as she rocked her body on top of him, teasing him by letting her sopping folds barely graze the head of his cock before moving away.
It only took him seconds before he was tired of her teasing and easily flipped her over onto her back with an audible thud of her body. When her blue eyes opened, she looked up at him, momentarily disoriented from the change of position and the ecstasy immediately filling her body as he inserted three fingers into her, pumping into her roughly. His other hand moved from the back of her neck to the front of it, putting just enough pressure to show her that he was in charge and to his surprise and amusement, she was even wetter instantly. She struggled against him when she wasn't moaning or rolling her eyes back in pleasure and when he pulled his soaked fingers out of her and put them into his mouth she screamed in frustration and reached up to try hitting him but he grabbed her wrist tightly before she managed to and pinned it down to the ground. He took his other hand off of her neck, causing Lacey to gasp, and roughly grabbed her hip to pull her body towards him and spread her legs wide over his thighs. Still on his knees, Lucius thrust himself inside of her, causing her back to arch at the sudden entry and he gave a sharp slap to her arse. Lacey bit her lip until it almost started bleeding and reached blindly out for Lucius, grabbing onto his forearm and trying to pull him closer to her. His grip was bruising on her thighs as he pulled her arse off the hardwood floor even more and she wrapped her legs around his waist like a vice, letting him get deeper into her. Lucius let himself revel in the ecstasy of her tightness and thrust savagely into her for a few moments, his light eyes flicking from her breasts moving in time with each harsh shove into her wet sheath and her fluttering eyes, with her long lashes kissing the tops of her cheeks and her mouth open in pleasure.
But even though he loved being selfish and enjoying the perfect vision laying below him, he couldn't stand not being as close to Lacey as he could manage and changed his position a bit so that he was lying over her, their chests touching, and they resumed their fervent kissing, acting as if death was moments away. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him flush to her, her nails scratching down his back when he would plunge himself inside her with even more force, grunting out his desire , and her hands weaved through and tugged at the dampened, golden hair messily mixing with her brown strands as they rutted on the floor. His knees scraped against the hard surface and she moved her heels to brace herself against the ground when he sped up, kissing her intensely before burying his face between her breasts right before they both came.
Lacey was certain she was dying when her orgasm hit her. She couldn't breathe and the world was violently colored and completely silent. She saw Lucius above her, his eyes intense and filled with the same mixture of emotions coursing through her body and she thought him a fallen archangel. She had never felt such intensity in her life, and he was the last thing she saw before she passed out.
Lucius collapsed, panting, onto his lover, but tried his best to only stay there for a moment to avoid his extra weight on her heaving chest. His fingers ran through her hair, feeling the silky strands between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, stroking them like some security-blanket from his youth, and rode out the last few throbs of his cock inside of her as the last of his seed rushed forth. With a sloppy kiss to her chin, he pulled himself away and stared at the woman lying there. When he withdrew, although her eyes were closed, her body reacted to the loss and she closed her legs and curled them up towards her body. He could see bruises beginning to form all over her and he thought them beautiful and exquisite on her pale skin, but felt guilty for the ones he knew came from his spells in their duel.
Lucius took the few moments of calm to retrieve both of their wands, cast a cleansing spell and a soothing one on Lacey for any immediate soreness, and mend their clothes and some of the broken things in the room. When Lacey finally came to, with a large sleepy smile on her face, she propped herself up on her elbows and found Lucius fixing the large tear in her dress with his wand.
"Will you floo home with me?" she asked quietly and although his head was down, he let his face break into a fleeting smile when she referred to the house he had bought her as 'home'.
"You are sleeping here tonight, I don't want any argument."
And before she could even open her mouth, Lucius tugged her panties up her thighs to give her a bit of modesty and scooped her up in his arms, which was no easy feat considering she was nearly as tall as he was. He carried her like a precious and protected child out of his study and down the hall a few paces to his bedroom where he laid her gently on the bed. Lacey let her body sink into the luxurious mattress and spread her arms out, sated and enjoying it, while he disappeared for a moment.
"Put this on," Lucius said when he returned to Lacey's side, setting one of his nightshirts next to her on the bed, "And make yourself comfortable, I'll be back soon."
After an unexpectedly sweet kiss to her forehead, he was gone and Lacey was consumed by a million thoughts racing through her brain as she looked around at the Slytherin-colored room shrouded in darkness, silhouettes of furniture only visible because of the sliver of moonlight peeking through between the heavy black curtains on the window.
Lacey raised herself up from the bed and took the nightshirt in her hands, feeling the softness of it before finding Lucius' monogram on the breast pocket in what she could only assume with the limited light, was dark-green thread. She slipped it over her head and pulled the silky fabric down over her body. She swung her long legs off of the high bed and walked to the ensuite bathroom to freshen up. When she turned on the light and looked in the mirror at herself, the girl staring back looked so familiar and yet so different.
She took a step backwards so she could see more of her body and looked at the cream colored nightshirt just grazing the tops of her thighs, his initials marking her right breast. Her hand trailed up to her neck, where there were three prominent love bites. Her hair was a frizzy mess and her eyeliner smeared slightly under her eye. Her lips were so raw they were tender to her touch when she passed a finger over them.
She couldn't believe all that had passed between them that night but even though most of it was fighting, it seemed so far away now. She had started their fucking, like all of the arguments and dueling had been some bizarre brand of foreplay and she hadn't been able to take it anymore. There was something about that man that made her do the craziest things and act in ways that she had never imagined she would.
But whatever he did to her, she knew she was too far in to get out. After all, she had just promised to be his. Yet, what scared Lacey more than anything was that she wanted to be in this mess more than anything else in the world.
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"Son?"
The word felt odd leaving Lucius' lips, as he hadn't been a fan of giving too much affection to Draco, but he figured that the endearment would be best now. He had found Draco in the same place he had left him, which wasn't surprising, except now Draco was sitting in one of the chairs by the large windows of the room, sipping something dark and on the rocks.
In response, Draco just glanced up at his father and Lucius walked over to the chair opposite him and sat down with a heavy sigh, "I told Astoria that I never wanted her near this family again, and I am truly very sorry for everything that happened tonight. Please believe me when I say that I did not instigate anything unseemly. I already did that once to you and it has weighed on my mind as my biggest regret."
Draco cocked an eyebrow up at his father, slightly shocked at his forthcoming apology, but nodded, "I'm glad she showed her true colors, although I can't say I'm not a bit heartbroken. You must be disappointed that I won't be getting married. Mother will be."
"I don't give a damn when you marry Draco. To be honest, I don't care if you ever do. I'd rather have a son who likes me than a grandson whom I never see," Lucius said truthfully. Although pureblood families had always been about heirs, he had come so close to losing his own so many times that Draco was really all that mattered to him, "But your mother is an entirely different story".
"We can work on all of that," Draco gave his father a small smile, "So, did Lacey blow a bunch of holes in the manor? It got pretty damn loud up there for a while…"
"No, but she tried to blow a few holes into me. Don't ever duel her unless you want your arse handed to you on a silver platter," Lucius laughed a bit.
"You two have one very fucked up way of showing affection," Draco mused, "And I have to ask, how much affection do you actually have for her?"
"Enough, I don't know why we are having this conversation…" Lucius' voice changed to be stiff and formal, as he wasn't eager to broach a subject made so awkward by his past mistakes with Pansy.
"We are having this conversation because she knows I've tried Legillimancy on her, and she knows you have too…"
"Yes, and I don't appreciate you telling her that…" Lucius glared at his son, but Draco continued.
"Well, she was having a bit of a fit after she saw you and Astoria and I tried her mind again to see if it was more open and I caught a bit of something I probably shouldn't have, and I had to tell her so."
"You've gone soft Draco, I'm disappointed," Lucius drawled, but was still intrigued, "What was it?"
"I asked you if you care about her?" he repeated, staring at his father intently for any signs of emotion.
"Of course I do. I bought her a place to live in that wasn't infested with vermin and I feel truly awful about what happened tonight," Lucius stammered out, and it wasn't convincing to his son.
"But besides the superficial, father, do you care about her? Because we should both stop denying that mother is sleeping with someone else…"
"And how do you know this?" Lucius asked, his heart picking up pace.
"When you were upstairs, I owled Grace to ask if mother could come back to the manor so I could talk to her about Astoria. Grace said she had never had plans with mother tonight and hadn't heard from her in a while. She's been gone all the time. I don't necessarily like it, and I'm sure you don't either, but the proof is there, so stop being so hard on yourself. Lacey isn't like anyone else. She's not here for your money and to be honest, I kind of like having her around," Draco said bluntly, but honestly.
Lucius was hurt about his wife, but it was more his pride than anything, and he had to admit that it was more than obvious that Narcissa was with another man. But, he had no intention of divulging to Draco the confusing mix of deep emotions that filled him whenever Lacey was mentioned.
"I'm going upstairs and going to bed. Lacey is staying for the night," was all he said in reply before retreating from the chair across from his son and hurrying back to his bedroom.
He found the object of all of his thoughts lying asleep under the covers, looking so incredibly peaceful that it nearly tore his heart into two.
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