So Long and Goodnight

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, non-consensual sex and sexual acts, nudity, etc.), and mildly graphic violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: SCENES OF DUBIOUS/NON-CONSENT INVOLVING SEXUAL INTERCOURSE. Please read with discretion if that sort of thing squicks you, although I will promise it's not overly graphic. Also, NSFW. (Trust me on that one, y'all.)

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Chapter Eight

Lily sucked in a breath and narrowed her eyes at Scorpius as he lead her to the dance floor as the live band took a brief pause between songs. "What are you doing?" Lily hissed, glaring up at him, her mask of pleased poise evaporating.

"Giving you a break," Scorpius said, and Lily tried not to flinch when he put his hand on her lower back and grasped one of her hands with the other.

"A break?" the redhead scoffed, free hand going automatically to his shoulder. "A bloody break? Yeah right. You've no idea what you've done, Scorpius," she growled. The blond saw the fear flashing in her hazel eyes, even hiding behind her fury. "But I can promise you, this will be anything but a break."

"I'm sorry" the blond murmured after the music had started and he lead her in a flawless waltz. Lily's shoulders sagged slightly.

"Me too," she said. "Or I will be," she added under her breath, but Scorpius heard her. She focused on enjoying the brief respite from smiling, letting herself be lead by Scorpius's effortless grace on autopilot, knowing all too soon she'd be regretting even the few minutes away from acting at her husband's side.

"Lily," Scorpius said after several long moments, and she glanced up, her anger having melted into fear that churned in her belly. There was always the chance that Thad would have too much to drink and forget about her dancing with another wizard. Or, more likely, he'd drink just enough to remember and be at the peak of violent and abusive whenever they got home. "Please, I'm begging you," he whispered, but before he could finish his statement, the song drew it's finale, and he spun her one last time before pulling her far closer than proper etiquette dictated and dipping her dramatically.

When he righted her, despite being pressed up against the very warm, solid, and utterly reassuring male form of her impromptu dance partner, Lily felt a definite curl of terror threading through her stomach. "I can't," Lily said, staring up at Scorpius for a beat too long, hating that her natural response was wanting to surge onto her toes and kiss him. She pulled herself away in the next breath, and turned, without looking back, and walked promptly off the dance floor. Her chest was heaving in anxiety, even as her cheeks burned with the knowledge of just what her husband would say. It took a monumental effort to maintain her neutral expression.

"Back so soon?" Thad said in a deadly soft tone as she found him, not far from where she'd left him, and curled her hand around his elbow. He didn't bother to look at her, and Lily's eyes dropped to the floor. "I almost forgot my wife was my date this evening," he added in a suggestive, and to Lily, terrifyingly teasing tone.

"Thad," she whispered, closing her eyes, mask crumbling ever so slightly, and she could feel her husband look at her.

"Excuse us, would you?" he merely said, to whomever he was talking to she presumed, and Lily sucked in a silent gasp as her husband's hand clamped over hers upon his arm, and she flashed a smile at the middle aged, thoroughly snobby couple her husband had been talking to. She didn't even stumble as Thaddeus half lead, half dragged, her toward the bar.

"Thaddeus," she whispered as they moved in silence, her stewing in uncertain fear, him emitting palpable waves of silent, deadly fury.

"You are so goddamn lucky I could talk myself out of looking like a fool by telling Higgins and Clarkson you've known that bastard since you were a kid," Thaddeus growled, his tone rough and low, directly against her ear after stopping them abruptly, whirling her to face him. His hands closed around her upper arms, gripping firmly, making her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," she breathed, turning her face into his neck, knowing she'd never be able to keep the grimace of pain hidden as her husband squeezed her flesh in warning and then released her.

"Not yet you're not," he said, and pulled away, smiling. And, always the one to keep up appearances, Thaddeus dragged a tender finger down the line of her jaw, thumb brushing her lips as his palm cupped her cheek. Lily looked up into his very blue, icy cold and dead eyes, and didn't resist as he tilted her mouth up to his own. "Not just yet," he rumbled.

"Please," Lily whispered, hazel eyes desperate, hand moving to hold his wrist next to her neck, but Thaddeus merely smirked.

"You know the rules, honey," he merely said in a dark tone, and then kissed her, softly, gently, making her body relax just enough, even as her head sounded silent alarm bells. He broke away before they could even toe the line of being indecent, and Lily supposed, to anyone watching, it merely looked like a perfectly innocuous, intimate gesture between a married couple. She couldn't seem to tamp down the dread that threatened to choke her.

She remained, for the rest of the evening, at Thaddeus's side, smiling without fail and drinking sparkling water after her little dance interlude, not daring to refuse whatever her husband ordered her at the bar. Even if she wanted to drink herself into oblivion. He socialized and networked and Lily walked on eggshells beside him, avoiding talking when necessary and eye contact altogether.

Even when they'd, briefly, wandered their way into Lily's parents, the redheaded witch had made sure to be on her best behaviour, skirting around mentioning anything of importance, and quickly moved on. Even though she felt like she was leaving a safe harbour to weather an ocean storm alone as she did.

By the time they got back to their suite of rooms in Nott Hall, Lily's hands were trembling and Thaddeus had avoided her eye since they'd left the Gala. She paused in the middle of their bedroom as her husband removed, with quiet efficiency, her hand from his arm, striding to the massive walk in closet. "Get undressed," he finally said as she watched him deftly undoing his dress robes from behind. Lily stood frozen for a moment, heart sinking and missing a beat before starting up in double time. Surely, surely… "Now," her husband said, pausing in his own undress, turning his head to one side, still not making eye contact. It was enough for Lily to be spurred into action. She slipped off her jewels, putting them back into their heavily warded cases, unpinned her hair, licking her parched lips with an even drier tongue as she put the last of the pins on her dresser.

There was nothing she could do to prevent what the sick feeling in her gut told her was coming, and she tried to, perhaps in vain, mentally prepare herself as she took off her too tight robes. Thaddeus was her husband, and she'd known him intimately for a number of years. In all that time, even when he hurt her to the extreme, he'd never, ever, used what they shared in their marriage bed, and occasionally out of it, as a punishment. Certainly he was a selfish lover for the majority of their wedded years, and she'd sometimes faked, and often after the first few years not even needed that, her pleasure with her husband. But even those instances, where she was left aching for more, or where her husband had gotten rough, Thaddeus had never forced her.

She flinched as he came up behind her, and she could feel the warm texture of his skin against her back. A shudder crept up her spine as he pushed her hair aside, revealing the smooth column of her neck, his warm breath washing over her flesh with unnerving, tentative arousal. "Thaddeus, please don't," she whispered, and gasped as his hand instantly fisted in her locks, forcing her head roughly aside. She braved looking sideways and up, meeting his brilliant blue gaze for the first time. And she felt her heart clench as if too many wrongs had been laid against it, and something important for structural integrity crumbled under the strain. Because instead of the dead, flat blue his eyes took on with the usual impassive, pureblood mask, they were alive with the glimmer of not too many whiskeys and her impending pain.

"Don't make the mistake, Lily, of thinking you have any say in this." She closed her eyes, trying to hold in the tears she knew would infuriate him. His hand relaxed, slid free of her hair and across her shoulder. "I own you," he said with absolute conviction. "You're nothing more than property to me, Lily." She held her breath as his hand moved, slow and gentle, a false impression of reverence, down over her breast, softly cupping the weight, the pad of his thumb ever so slightly grazing her nipple. She let out her breath shakily, even as her body, one he'd come to know as intimately as she knew his moods, responded. She cringed, hating the traitorous response of her flesh. "And more," Thaddeus crooned, his tone pitched icy and low, "you're not even particularly valuable property."

She lost the battle against her tears, and one hot droplet of saline coursed down her cheek. "Thad, please," she whispered, voice quavering.

Her husband groaned. "How I do love to hear you beg, honey," he said, and she felt her cheeks burn with shame even as something like arousal flared between her thighs as he plucked at her nipple teasingly. "But you should know better than that," he said, and Lily's stomach jolted as he pressed himself to her from behind fully, feeling the hot line of his arousal, and the tears fell fast and thick, even though she'd learned to keep them silent. He would do it. He would have whatever he liked from her, whether she pleaded him not to or simply remained silent, and she felt part of herself dying. The naive, foolish, and utterly blind girl she'd been who'd let this wizard sweep her off her feet and lost herself in the process.

Thaddeus's hand skimmed leisurely down her stomach as it's twin moved to treat her other breast and nipple to the same aching, gentle experience, making her breathing hitch and jerk again. The redhead tried to swallow, and ignore her husband's hands upon her, coaxing unwilling responses from her, even as her mind rebelled. She fought to remain still, to ignore the feelings, the temptation to give in to his prowess, to convince herself she could be strong. Her heart thundered in her ears as she felt his hand at last slide to the apex of her thighs, lightly cupping her mound, while its twin slid up from her breast to rest lightly around her throat. She swallowed convulsively as his palm caressed her neck in a deadly reminder of who held the power.

She vowed to herself she wouldn't beg him not to, or, if he should, beg him to stop. She only prayed he wouldn't make her enjoy it.

"So wet," Thaddeus drawled, making Lily's cheeks burn with humiliation. "You can't tell me you don't like it, Lily," he continued, his tone arrogant, mocking, and utterly amused at her foolishness. She cringed as he breathed next to her ear and then dragged his teeth over the lobe, his hand moving to cup her throat now, in a parody of strangling her, making her eyes fall shut and her terror spike.

Still, the redheaded witch didn't make a peep. Thaddeus proceeded to tease and coax her body into a hot, fevered pitch, fingers dancing over her slick folds and straining clitoris with consummate skill of precisely what would make her come undone for him. She couldn't hold back the gasp of pleasure when, at long last, his long fingers speared into her, curling and pressing and seeking the detonator for her orgasm. Lily reached down, grasping his wrist, even if she couldn't be sure in that moment if it was to stop her husband or encourage him to finish her entirely.

"Tell me to stop," Thaddeus, demanded, his tone harsh, breathing heavy, and Lily squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to hold back her noises of satisfaction. "Tell me," he demanded again, and she felt him grind his arousal into the cleft of her arse. Lily bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as Thaddeus's fingers, at last, found the very part of her that would lead to her complete and utter submission. She couldn't hold back the soft, guttural moan, when his fingers swirled over it with purpose. "We both know you won't," he said, and even as Lily felt her lust curling and tightening into an orgasm, her husband squeezed her neck teasingly. "I can feel just how much you fucking love this, bitch."

Lily choked on a sob, terror and arousal fighting for dominance, adrenaline spiking when Thaddeus withdrew his fingers from her and something harder and much more significant pressed against her soaked quim. She braced in the same moment her husband thrust her top half forward and over her dresser as he bucked into her, his flesh cleaving her in one fell swoop, plunging deep enough to hurt and wrench a cry of pain from her before he pulled out again.

She gasped, instantly tensing as her husband pushed roughly back in, no longer bothering to pretend at foreplay and simply thrusting home into her with no regard for how she might feel. And as the sharp sting of tears fought for dominance over the bile rising in her throat, Lily felt part of herself, the tiniest part that had kept holding out hope, being snuffed out. She had no idea how long it lasted, and after those first few moments before her brain shut down, suppressing the pain and horror, the redheaded witch barely felt anything at all.

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