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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- Look! For once I am posting early in the day! Sorry about the last posting last week the weekend just got away from me. As always I want to send a huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta!

Sherlocked- I am sorry to say you are not getting your wish, but there are steps Lucius is taking, you will see in this chapter.

Jan- No… Draco is not exactly the hero of our story here… You’re not supposed to like him. He will get his own story in this series, you may like him more when he isn’t dealing with his ‘Step Mother’

Lucius-

That night I decide to give her some time to cool off. It isn’t good for her or my unborn son for her to be so upset, and I have learned over my life that women do best if you give them space. The next morning I got up and dressed early. There was so much to get down today and to add to everything else I’ll need to sooth my wife.

Heading into our common room I walk straight across to knock on her door. “Ginevra my dear, it is time for breakfast.” I say in the most pleasant tone I can muster. “Ginevra?”

“I’m on a hunger strike.” I hear her whimper from just beyond the door.

“My pet, you know that isn’t something I would tolerate.” I say with a sigh. I was really hoping not to have to play these games this morning. “Are you going to come out and tell me your side of what happened yesterday?” I ask in what I hope is a patient tone.

“Your son used dark magic on me!” She yelled and I could her a fist slam against the door before she screamed in pain.

“Darling are you okay?” I ask trying the doorknob to see if maybe she left it unlocked, she hadn’t.

“No I’m not okay! Draco and I got into a fight yesterday because he is a little controlling prick just like his father! And then he used some dark spell on me to make me do things he wanted! And now I think I’ve broken my hand!” She screams at the other side of the door in anger and pain.

“Ginevra let me in.” I command firmly as I pull on the door again trying to get to her. Between hearing the pain and anguish in her voice I can’t help myself from panicking just a little for her safety.

“Stop ordering me around.” She yells back and I can hear the thump of something else being thrown against the door.

I take in a slow deep breath and promise myself here and now that I will never leave Draco alone with my wife ever again.

Trying very hard to speak in a more friendly tone I take a few more breaths to get it right. “My dear I just want to check your well being. I’m worried for you, please let me in.”

There are a few moments of silence from the other side of the door before the lock clicks. Pushing the door open as soon as I can I find my wife standing only a foot from it and I almost knock into her in my rush.

“Let me see your hand.” I say trying to keep my voice sounding soft and worried so I don’t frighten her more than she already is.

She holds the hand out to me timidly and looks away as her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Ginny-

“No I’m not okay! Draco and I got into a fight yesterday because he is a little controlling prick just like his father! And then he used some dark spell on me to make me do things he wanted! And now I think I’ve broken my hand!” I yell at the door as I resist the urge to kick it.

I’ve been awake most of the night worrying about the things Draco may have made me do under that sick spell. I expected Lucius to come to see if I was okay when he got home, but he never came and as the hours went on my fear turned to anger.

“Ginevra let me in.” He orders like he always does. I see the door shake a bit as he tries to get in without my permission, and I am glad that this room at least is all mine.

“Stop ordering me around.” I scream picking up one of the slippers nearby and throwing it at the door with my good hand. The thump sound it makes isn’t very satisfying so I start to look around for something that will shatter.

“My dear I just want to check your well being. I’m worried for you, please let me in.” Lucius says in a much calmer tone than he had used a moment ago.

I look between the little porcelain woman in my hand and the door. My emotions start to shift back towards needing his comfort. Setting the object down I walk over and unlock the door quickly stepping back as he opens it in a rush. I work very hard not to cry over the fact he was so worried for me.

“Let me see your hand.” He says and I can tell how hard he is working on keeping his voice level.

I hold the aching wrist out to him, but I can’t watch as he examines it. I feel like if I see any compassion in his face I will start crying. I can feel heat coming to my face as I don’t want to cry in front of him.

“It isn’t too bad.” He says as he delicately strokes the fingers. “I can heal it myself.” He adds pulling out his wand and casting an odd cooling spell on my bruised hand.

The pain disappeared immediately and I can't seem to stop myself from rushing against his chest. “Don’t leave.” I whimper as I feel his arms settle awkwardly on my back.

“There are important things I must do today my dear.” He says sounding regretful. “But we can sit down to a civil meal first.” He continues as he slowly guides me to the small table in our shared common room. He gently helps me to sit, then crouches down in front of me so he can look into my puffy eyes.

“It’s normal at this stage to be a bit more ruled by your emotions.” He says pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket and drying my eyes. “But I do need for you to tell me what happened yesterday with Draco.”

I swallow looking back into his eyes as he seems to be studying me. “We had a fight. With wands.” I start looking to my lap. “He was being a prat, and I tried to leave, but I hadn’t eaten any breakfast really. I think he felt it was his duty to make me eat somehow and it just turned into an all out fight. But then he cast this spell…” I pause as I try to remember the incantation and Lucius settles his hand on my knee. “Impefio? Maybe?” I say looking up at him for some kind of confirmation.

The hand on my knee tightens slightly and I can see his eyes narrow ever so slightly. “Then what happened?” He asks his voice still calm, but more strained.

“It was like I was in a haze, and I don’t really know.” I tell him looking back to my knees. “But I think he made me do things, and he said that if I disrespect him any more he will show you memories of me begging him for…” I shake my head not wanting to say it aloud. “I know I’m supposed to be good to him, but my Lord, I don’t think I can handle being left with him again.”

I can’t look at him any more because of the new wave of emotion that is threatening to drown me. I’m afraid of Draco now, and that makes me angry and ashamed that I let him intimidate me. I’m also mad at Lucius for even putting me in that position, and at myself for letting it get so out of hand.

“No. I will not be letting my son anywhere near you unsupervised again.” He says firmly before kissing the top of my head. “And I also think that maybe it would be best if we found you a tutor. They could expand your knowledge of magic, and help you transition to the Great Lady I expect my wife to be.” He adds thoughtfully.

If I had heard any mark of pity or superiority in his tone I think I would have blown up with my own anger. But he spoke the words with thoughtful kindness. Like he just wants to help me fulfill a vision that he can already see inside of me.

I swallow back the tightening in my throat and take a long steadying breath. “What about Draco?” I find myself asking calmly.

Lucius stands with a sigh. He walks around the table and sits, but I can tell he is only considering the options and not actually ignoring me. It is only then I notice our breakfast has been laid out on the small table.

I blush looking down at my nightgown for the first time. I didn’t even have my dressing gown on. Trying to make the best of things, I turn to face the table and pour each of us a cup of tea then busy myself with putting some butter and preserve on my toast.

“I will speak with Draco later today.” He says finally before taking a sip of his tea. “I will think of a project to take him out of the Manor for a little while to give you two space from each other. If you are looking for me to punish him more than that you overestimate your position here.”

“Because all I am in this house is breeding stock for your sons and a plaything for your bed.” I say as I grasp my spoon tightly, resisting the impulse to throw it at his head.

“Show me your value outside of my bed and then we will talk about you becoming something more than… breeding stock.” He says with a cruel smile. I have to look down again at the expression or I know I will burst into tear or jump over the table and try clawing his eyes out. “I am giving you the avenue to do exactly that Ginevra, so do not act as if I’m a villain here.”

I take in a slow breath deciding it is best to change the subject. “We had to reschedule several of the meetings yesterday, as I was not up for them. Do you think I can at least do them alone today?” I ask without emotion.

“Of course. We will have Heety there if you need anything. I will take Draco with me today.”

“Thank you.” I say before we eat the rest of the meal in silence.

Lucius-

My mind was still on Ginevra as I walked with my son into the town of Hogsmeade. There is a tension between us as he is obviously trying to decipher my mood.

“What are we doing here exactly?” He finally asks as we make our way into the main square.

It seems it is market day for the village as many people gather to sell and buy wares from one another. I look around thoughtfully as my eyes move from girl to girl. The villagers are watching us uncomfortably, obviously knowing I am once again their liege.

“This village is in danger.” I tell him without breaking my focus. “We need a sacrifice to save it, so what better place to get one than the town itself?” I ask finally looking at my son.

“What sort of sacrifice?” Draco asks now openly frowning as he too looks around us.

“A girl, someone pure. The beasts that hunt in the forest always prefer the pure.” I say casually then shake my head. “You have made my dealings with my wife very difficult Draco.” I say turning to the subject that really concerns us both as we walk down the street.

Draco sighs shaking his head. “Father. I am so...” He starts, but I cut him off.

“Save your false apology. I do not need it. What I do need is for you to stop stressing her while she is pregnant with my child.” I snap turning to him fully. “That spell you used on her. What did you do? Tell me exactly.” I hiss low enough that only he can hear me.

Draco laughs and shakes his head at this. “She actually told you?” He seems more amused than afraid. “I did nothing. Not really. I made her beg, and get on her knees in front of me. But I would not touch your wife father.” He says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“You realize how much stress you put on her?” I ask narrowing my eyes. “And stress is not good for the child.”

“I stick by my words that she is a little brat that needs to be taught her place.” He says putting up his hands as he sees my anger. “But I will leave that to you from now on father.”

“Yes you will.” I say firmly before summoning one of the town’s guards to me. “I want every virginal girl over the age of twelve lined up in the main square by the time we are finished with our tea.” I command him sending him off at a run before entering the Three Broomsticks, one of the local public houses.

“You know making demands like that is going to get back to Weasley.” Draco says as we take our seats at a private table. “Do you really want him turning up on our doorstep asking if your wife really agreed to such a thing?”

“I will deal with Weasley. There is a large pack of werewolves heading this way. I can either let them destroy this village, or I can sacrifice one useless girl to take the pack out completely.”

“What are you going to do?” Draco asks leaning in with interest.

“There is a way of poisoning the girl’s blood so that when they bite and claw at her they will be killing themselves as well.”

“That sounds like Uncle Severus has something to do with it.” He says trying to wheedle out as much information as he can.

“Does it?” I ask curiously.

An hour later Draco and I are standing in the town square with four young girls in a line before us. There is a crowd of course as the parents and other villagers want to know the fate of these girls.

“How would you choose?” I ask my son as we look over the dirt smudged girls.

Draco looks from one to the next shaking his head as he obviously has no idea how to choose our sacrifice. “What do werewolves care about in a victim?” He asks frowning.

I sigh shaking my head as I move to the first girl in the line. “Who is your family child?” I ask looking down at the small girl.

Her eyes go wide as she looks back up at me before swallowing very thickly. “M-my family are millers my Lord. W-we run the mill.”

I roll my eyes and move to the next girl. Each girl in turn tells me of the importance of their family. I frown as I will have to choose from the daughter of a miller, a baker, a guard, and a weaver. These are all somewhat important positions within the village so it will be a much harder choice than I thought.

As I am looking over the girls, all much closer to twelve then twenty I hear a scuffle off to one side of the clearing. Glancing over I see a guard having a hard time moving another girl. She seems to have gone completely limp in his hands and now he is struggling to carry her over.

I walk over to the mess in two strides and take the girl by the arm. “What is the meaning of this?” I ask looking between the two of them.

I can’t help but notice how stunningly odd the girl looks with her large pale blue eyes. She is cleaner than most of the commoners I’ve seen, but her clothes have been patched many times. Her long white blond hair whips freely in the wind.

When I look down at her she stands again and gives me a misty smile. “Well if he would have said he was taking me to you I wouldn’t have put up such a fess.” She says as if this was a simple fact.

“I told the girl Lord Malfoy wished to collect all unmarried girls of her age in the town square.” The man snarls.

“Oh, you’re Lord Malfoy. How odd.” She says looking between me and the guard. “Are we going now?”

“You want to come with me girl?” I ask unsure how to handle such a strange creature. “Who is your father?”

“They work a small piece of land outside the village sir. He’s no one important. Almost beggars, them.” The guard answers for her.

“We like the quiet. People can be so distracting.” She says pleasantly in return. “Are we going now?”

“I think we are.” I say wondering why this perfect little sacrifice is so calm in the face of everything that could be happening to her.
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