"Narcissa"
"Lucius"
The man shifted uncomfortably as he stood in the doorway to their… her bedroom. One of her first 'orders' had been for him to make use of one of the guest rooms so that she could enjoy a full sized bed for herself.
"I was wondering if you had given thought to… well…"
She looked up at him, eyes betraying nothing as she waited for him to finish.
Clearing his throat the man pushed on, "To what we had spoken of… in regards to our Lord and making amends."
She took on a thoughtful expression, drawing out the moment for a few more seconds with a slight hum, "Oh, you mean about what else I am going to make you do for the next few months… well I have always wanted a drawing room of my own and with Bella staying here she will need a nicer room for herself, perhaps with a private bath and…"
He coughed to, in a hopefully gentle manner, interrupt the woman, "I was referring to your own part in the apology."
"Ohhh, you mean when I plan to approach our Lord and offer to let him use me for his own pleasures?"
He winced once more at the edge in her voice. "I understand that this is nearly all my fault, but you have your own guilt in what occurred last summer and the way you treated him."
She nodded, "Very true, and I have asked to speak with him about it when he has a free moment, but considering how busy he is lately with saving our family's reputation, keeping you out of jail, organizing dozens of the former Dark Lord's followers, and working on his own projects I felt it would be rude to insist upon a private meeting at my convenience rather than his."
Lucius nodded, "Very wise… and uhm, one more question, merely out of curiosity."
"Hm?"
"If he should choose to take the opportunity… would there be any chance of perhaps saving a memory for me to…"
"OUT!"
He promptly bolted from the room, and the furious Witch who looked ready to cut something dear to him off.
...
Rita Skeeter twitched nervously as she sat in a dark corner of a nondescript Muggle pub. The note slipped into her desk drawer had designated this spot to be where she needed to be in order to have 'the story of the century' traded to her for a favor.
Normally the reporter would not have been caught dead in such a place, especially considering she hadn't yet recovered from her mental ordeal of her last interview. She had been on leave up until a few weeks prior, and she still developed a noticeable twitch if left alone in a dark room for too long. The only reason she had shown up was that her career was teetering on the edge of failure. If she could not get a decent article written her employment would be terminated.
Trembling hands reached down to grasp her cup of warm tea, something she had ordered in the hopes of calming her nerves and brought it up to take a soothing gulp. By the time she lowered it back down a voice calmly spoke out from the seat next to her, a spot which had been empty moments prior.
"How are you holding up Miss Skeeter?"
The woman practically screamed, not that it would have mattered with the silencing and repellent Spells lacing the air. "P-P-Potter…" Rita had slid backwards, nearly reaching the end of the booth, and perceived freedom, when the boy spoke again.
"Oh come now Miss Skeeter, we both know that if you leave now your career will be over and who knows what will happen to you once your enemies find that out hm? All I wanted to do was have a pleasant chat."
Eyes darting back and forth, as if looking for an escape path or possibly even an ambush, the woman paused for a few moments before nodding and bringing out her notepad and a quill. "Y-you said y-you had a story?"
"Mmmm I do, but I must insist that you come just a bit closer first."
The woman bit her lip, before shifting a few inches towards the teen.
"Closer…"
A few inches more.
"A bit more, come now I won't bite." That comment earned a wince, before the adult slid close enough that they were nearly touching.
"See, now that wasn't so bad hm?"
"Th-th-the story?"
"Ah yes of course, it seems as though the Aurors are making a terrible mistake when it comes to their investigation into Lucius Malfoy in regard to the release of the Dark Lord's former followers. I do suspect that if you search just a bit more thoroughly you will find that it was Minister Fudge who put their escape into motion."
"Th-that isn't true… I have done r-research and…" Before she could finish her rebuttal, the boy's hand snapped out and grasped hers. In that moment an incredible heat and exhilaration flooded the reporter's body, coursing through her veins like liquid fire.
It was like the most amazing drug Rita Skeeter had even experienced, and she had done her fair share of illegal substances in her days. She tried, and failed, to hold back the moan of ecstasy, lust, and adrenaline. It was a rush that had no words, a sensation that could not be described in a thousand years.
He pulled back, and although the sensation receded slightly it still lingered in her blood.
"Just a small taste my dear, why don't you go home and just relax for a few hours hm? Think about what we talked about and get back to me on your answer." With that he slipped from the booth and departed, leaving the reporter to make her way back to her apartment alone. Once there she promptly stripped down, groaning again as the mere feeling of air against her skin caused her body to convulse in pleasure. She would spend the next four hours 'enjoying' her heightened senses, and the responses that her flesh and Magic gave to every touch and caress, even if just from her own fingertips.
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