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The Noble House of Malfoy	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Noble House of Malfoy

Fiona is a squib from a very poor family from the north; she
has also been indentured to the Malfoy family. Will the dark master of the
manor steal her heart and shape her into something erotic? Never underestimate
Lucius Malfoy! D/s, BSDM, M/f/f, MaleDom, anal, Femdom, slave, humiliation, Lemon.

DISCLAIMER- Harry Potter and the HP Characters are owned by JK Rowling and Co. The OC's are mine, enjoy.-

You
had a temper like my jealousy, too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me,
when I needed to possess you?

I hated you, I loved you too.

Bad dreams in the night.-You told me I was going to lose the fight (�Wuthering Heights�- Pat Benatar)

It was an event
that would change my life forever and I still remember that first day as
vividly as if it had happened yesterday. Before you think too unkindly of me, I
am a �squib�. Yes I was born of a witch and a squib father both of whom had
come from fairly good lines of spell casters, but neither my father nor I could
cast. I was the only daughter born of 4 children, and the youngest. I was
raised high up in the Scottish highlands north of Invergarry, we were a poor
family and my eldest brothers worked hard on the lands and mines before they
went to Hogwarts and then off to different jobs.

The day I turned 17
my father had pulled me aside after dinner. Mother had boiled up some potatoes
and sausages and they had even scraped up enough to small cake for the 3 of us.

�Ah my dear Fiona,�
My father looked at me both happy and with a certain sadness, �I got ta talk to
you abo� somethin�.� He said as he carefully lit his pipe. Whenever he was
troubled his Scottish brogue seemed to get even harder to understand, and I had
noticed that mother had left the downstairs entirely to go upstairs. �There�s a
job I got lined up fer ya, see�� he took a long drag on his pipe, his eyes not
meeting mine, instead he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a sealed
parchment. �Dow� in the South, in England, There is a noble wizarding family,
they are lookin� fer help at their estate, maid, or whatever, ya kno?�

I just stared at my
father, my green eyes reflecting in the murky and smoky firelight of our
central fireplace. �What family, dad?� I tried to ask, to get something more
from him. It did not surprise me being sent to work, I knew it was coming; my
parents had not the time or resources to support me or their small farm
anymore.

�Er, the Malfoy�s.�
he said as he too looked at the fire a moment, his dark eyes darting away from
me a moment, �They ar� quite wealthy ya know? T�would be
an honor to work for them, aye, t�would indeed.�

�They didn�t want a
wizard?� I asked hesitantly, �They know I�m a��

�Squib? Aye,� Father
glanced over to me as the smoke hung around his pipe framing his stark and
gaunt features a moment. �They specifically asked fer a squib.� I hated when father used that word, he always
looked so sad when he did, as though maybe wondering if he was a caster, his
lot in life would have been better.

�Tis
done then.� He said before I could say anymore. He pushed the parchment
at me, �Don� open it Lass, jus� hand it to Mr. Malfoy when ya see �im. Yer Mum
will take you to London tomorrow, an� you can get the rest of the way to the
Malfoy�s from there. I am sure they are fair people and you will be home for
holidays or maybe get vacation time. After all, yer crazy fools of brothers are
lucky to make it home only once a year.�

Now please do not
think harshly of my father or mother. With a family as poor as ours such a
thing was not unexpected and I knew it was to come ever since I was young. My
home life had always been pleasant but hard, there were not a lot of options
for a squib like me, and a chance to get room, board and work for a wealthy
wizarding family would indeed be an honor.

�Right then,� I said
as I gingerly scooped up the parchment looking at the impressive wax seal on it
that bore an elegant crest with two entwining snakes and other lettering I
could not make out.

�Wait ta mo�,�
Father got to his feet then and called up the stairs. �Polly, you got the
present for Fiona?�

�Aye.� I heard my
mother�s voice from upstairs but it sounded a bit rough, husky as though she
had been crying. Father dragged himself up the stairs and came back down with
an elegant white cardboard box in his gnarled hands. Years of working in the
mines and the land had hardened him into a figure almost as harsh as the rugged
Scottish highlands.

�Ere then.� Father
gently placed the package in front of me, his hard jaw still clamped on his old
pipe.

Carefully I opened
the ribbon and the box, inside was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen in
my life. It almost looked like something from the medieval times, a tight dark
green bodice with a long white skirt and sleeves that could be worn either up
or over the shoulders. The green of the bodice would show off my fiery red hair
and green eyes of my Celtic heritage. I had inherited my mothers flaming red
hair and green eyes, and my fathers smaller but strong build.

I gasped in surprise
as I gingerly touched the dress, it was the finest thing I had ever seen and
had probably cost my mum and dad nearly a year�s salary for it. �Oh, dad,
it�s�� I felt my throat tighten in both sadness and kindness at the expensive
gift. �I canna take it, it�s too expensive, I-I��

�No.� he gruffed,
�Ya canna be going to the Malfoy�s lookin� as you do now girl, they expect ya
to be looking good and proper, ya unner�stand?�

I just nodded and
hugged him tightly. That night I scrubbed myself so clean I thought I would be
as pink as a cherry! Mum even used magic from her old wand to help me plait my
hair and braid it into an elegant design. Mum was unusually quite that night,
normally she was a chatterbox who was constantly talking to dad and I, but that night she just looked constantly on the verge of
tears.

�Ah Mum,� I would
say, �Won�t be too bad will it? I mean I will come home and visit an� all, and
I can send you money for the farm and such.� But this statement would only make
her look closer to breaking down and crying.

That night was the
hardest of my life to go to sleep. I kept imagining what the Malfoy family
would be like, what their home would be like and what my new life would be
like.

The next morning it was near impossible for me to choke down
the toast and egg that Mum had prepared early when it was still dark out. �We
got a long journey.� She said.

Dad came down a few minutes later, dressed in his mining
gear. He worked half a day at the mine and then half a day at home on the farm.

�Good luck ta ya
then, my little lassie.� He kissed me lightly on the top of my head, �Ya be
respectful an all to Mr. Malfoy. You�ll do fine. Maybe he�ll let ya borrow one
o� his owls or sumthin�, eh? Any way, ya write us when ya get a chance.� And
then he disappeared into the chilly, dark spring night.

�Well eat up girl.�
Mum said as she used her wand to try and clean up, several times the dishes
fell or her magic didn�t work proper. Now Mum was never a talented witch, but
today her magic was flawed and clumsy the worst I had ever seen it.

I put on the
gorgeous dress and packed up my small belongings in a single small bag no
bigger than a backpack. I didn�t own much except my personal hygiene products
and only two dusty old books that I read often. One was Wuthering Heights and
the other was a collection of stories by Charles Dickens. It was the only
belongings I had except for the dress I now wore, and my normal regular clothes
and underclothing.

�Well then I suppose
it�s time, then ain�t it.� Mum put on a brave face and we too departed into the
still dark morning. We walked for nearly 5 miles over rugged highlands until we
came to Invergarry proper, then Mum did a strange thing. Almost hesitantly she
took out her wand and held it out at a strange angle and with a muttered �Oh I
still hope I know how to do this�� Held it out like a conductor getting ready
to wave a baton.

BANG!!! Out of no where at all a bus suddenly emerged right
in front of us.

�Whew!� Mum said
tucking her wand into her dress and half hauling me onto the strange
double-decker bus. �Tis a wizarding bus� she whispered to me as we found seats
and sat down just in time as the bus lurched off at such speeds I could have
never believed. �South London Proper!� she called out to the conductor and we
rode the rest of the way in relative silence mainly as I was to fascinated by
all the other witches and wizards on the bus and the bus itself!

When we finally
arrived at our stop the sun was just beginning to rise, and Mum gave me some
coins and told me, �Now listen to me Fiona. You�ll need to take the local bus
to Wiltshire, if you�re uncertain, ask the bus drivers, they�ll point you the
right way.�

�Not to worry Mum.�
I kissed her cheek and soothed her hand, which only made her large green eyes
water up more. After all I had used the local bus system in Invergarry all the
time whenever I had to go to town as well as was used to walking the 5 miles
each way from Invergarry to our little farm. �I�ll get there, I promise.� I
smiled trying to give her strength. I was scared, but yet also somehow excited,
I was finally getting to see the world beyond my little nook of the where I had
lived all my life.

At first London was
scary and overwhelming, never had I seen so many people at once and such a
crowded place! Soon enough by using the London underground and the bus system I
was able to get out to the Wiltshire area. I had an address and vague
directions on the front of the parchment, so after departing the Wiltshire area
I headed out into the countryside, it was clearly past noon now, and my stomach
reminded me that I had not eaten a proper breakfast and had now walked nearly 2
hours, but I did not care. The country was glorious here in the springtime! The
rolling hills were so green and so different from the rugged hills and glens of
the Scottish highlands, and so I walked down the now dirt road enjoying all I
could absorb with my eyes, ears and even the pleasant smells of the English
country side.
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