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"Woman" Series, HG/AW	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 45673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Author's note: Three years ago a major life event caused my life to come crashing down around my feet. It took me this long to get back up and start writing again. I am slowly going through my fics re-reading and writing, often by hand. Patience is a virtue. Enjoy the new chapter - I'm glad to be back.

Lucius furiously cleaned out his desk by hand, slamming and opening and slamming drawer after drawer, papers flying like a snowstorm out of each file and into his Ministry satchel. He’d be damned if he let any of the fucking lackey’s into his private files. Yes yes, it was ministry property, but he’d worked damn hard to garner every precious bit of information and been paid to do it. They could beg it from him if they wanted it so bad. It was Kingsley fucking Shacklebolt’s fault that he didn’t assign someone to walk him out the door, leaving instead in a mute fury from his office after Lucius’ blatant dismissal.
I’ll show that smug bastard the meaning of licentious slander! he internalized, his face twisted in a mask of concentration and wrath.
Finally finishing with the last of Ministry-pertinent information, he methodically, childishly reduced the remainder of his ostentatious furniture and tapestries to rubble. The gold statue of Salazar Slytherin in his bay window overlooking the Ministry gardens was the last to go, a smoking pile of melted, cooling gold as he whisked his dark-blue form from the Ministry for an undetermined amount of time.
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Molly Weasley cursed under her breath, hating the interruption during her Sunday routine of cooking for anyone who would care to stop by for what had always been the traditional meal. There was still a trickle of children and their significant others and/or friends, and the occasional former Order member, that trekked in. It gave her heavy heart a bit of a lift to think of the house filled with sound and laughter once again, if only for a short time.
Arthur’s absence weighed mightily on not only her conscious, but her heart as well. Her own duplicity gnawed at her insides. The indiscretion of her youth had re-entered her life months ago, and she’d been unable to resist his advances. More and more, he’d whispered Pureblood ideology in her ear, making it sound so seductive and enticing, and her veins singing from the passion his skillful hands plucked from her plump flesh.
Molly shuddered, closing her eyes against the pounding on the door as she was shaken once more from her reverie. Wiping her hands on her clean apron and nodding, satisfied at the meal almost complete and table set, she swept her hands over her messy bun, ginger tendrils curling about her flushed face as she jerked the door open with a smile and greeting frozen on her lips.
“Lucius!”
The pompous aristocrat swept past her, shedding his outer robes and making a beeline for her kitchen. He seemed entirely unconcerned that her dinner guests could and would be arriving anytime. The Weasley matriarch felt the blood rush and pound in her ears, fluttering after him with a nervous gait, nearly tripping over her long dress in her haste to catch up with his long strides.

“What on earth are you doing here?” she cried, aghast at his nonchalance as he dipped a finger in her special homemade chili, sucking it from his long index finger with a satisfied pop.
He spun, smirking slightly. “Delicious.”
Her hands waved about ineffectually, gesturing to her cooking, the table, the door, and then unable to articulate anything other than an anxious gasp, she sat heavily in a summoned chair.
“My family!” she finally gasped, hands coming up over her eyes, hands shaking badly. Molly was unable to meet the cool stare of her lover. Oh, how he overwhelmed her, melted her very soul, but this unexpected visit had her near a breaking point. It was never supposed to come to this - Arthur had left her to fend for herself, and she was beside herself with worry over household expenses. Now she had to contend with the unpredictable, powerful wizard who’d swept into her life and turned it upside down with a quirk of his lips and those hands on her body day after day.
“It matters not,” Lucius spoke, not unkindly. He remained standing, ladling more chili onto his finger and licking it off. It was so out of place, this gesture of commonality.
Molly’s head spun with confusion and anxiety. “What are you doing here? If anyone catches us we’ll both be ruined!”
“I should not have to repeat myself, but for you I will - just this once, Molly. It matters not.”
“How can you say such a thing? What do you mean? This insanity - I - I can’t take it anymore! My husband’s left me and I - I’ve no one - no one!” she wailed, weeping into her skirt as she bent over her knees, sobbing, the angst and roller coaster highs and lows, the pushing away of her life-long beloved all became too much for her and the emotional dam burst.
It was all coming crashing down.
Lucius grasped her roughly by the arm and pulled her roughly to her feet, startling her and sneering at her tears. “You’ve gone soft on me, petit’,” he drawled, calling her by her childhood nickname.
The sound of it rolling off of his tongue did nothing to assuage the angst tearing apart her insides.
“What have I done? What have we done? I don’t know you anymore!”
“You’ve known who I was from the moment you spread your legs for me, petit’!” he snarled, shoving her roughly against the countertop.
Molly cowered, unused to such physicality from him. Although he’d been a bit rough with her, it had never been like this - she didn’t recognize the man before her. This wizard had a strained light in his silver eyes, a feral, wild quality she recognized from the war.
“What’s happening?” she whimpered, cowing before the onslaught of his ire.
“Your meddling husband has had the unfortunate stroke of bad luck - causing me to be removed from my position indefinitely. I am holding you responsible.”
Molly whimpered, shaking her head at him vehemently. “I don’t understand! Arthur’s never told me anything about his troubles at work! If he’s crossed you, surely you can’t blame me!”
“Oh, but I can, petit’,” Lucius whispered, moving aside one of her tendrils and breathing into her neck, licking her pulse point, kissing up her column and nipping her chin sharply.
“I don’t understand,” she repeated, more softly, terrified of this side of her lover.
“Then I shall endeavor to make you understand!” he snarled suddenly, divesting her of her clothing with a wandless spell.
Molly shrieked, reaching for her wand, only to find herself nude and blushing hotly.
Lucius twirled his finger slightly. “Turn around.”
“I will not!” Molly found her backbone, well aware how precarious this situation was. The lover of her youth had gone savage - insane almost- with no provocation. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to still have her husband- while Lucius wooed her, made sweet love to her, and set up a love nest for them both when her children were through with Uni.
She backed away from him around the table and he drew his wand, leveling it at her. “Do not toy with me, witch!”
“This is insanity! What in Merlin’s name do you think this is going to accomplish?”
He stalked her around the table, crawling almost hand over wand, his eyes trained on her as she darted to the opposite side, her bosoms heavy and heaving, soft stomach jiggling slightly with each movement. Her mons peeked out from between her thighs, sending his mouth watering.
“I’ll make him pay- they will all pay. I will take out your dear husband’s meddling on your flesh, and there is nothing you can do to stop me!”
He darted forward, feinting left then darting right and catching her at a corner, the shrieking, struggling witch quickly succumbing when his wand bit into her throat.
“Bend over the table, whore.”
“Lucius!”

“Shut up! Just bend over and shut up!” he roared, pushing her hard onto the table, causing the neatly placed plates and cutlery to splay and clatter around beneath her weight.
“Lucius, please, don’t do this - I swear to you I’ve done nothing - have nothing to do with whatever Arthur’s done to you. Please don’t punish me!”
“I tire of your insipient pleading,” he hissed, his wand still biting into her jugular while he unfastened himself with his free hand.
Molly whimpered, forced into silence when he zapped her in warning. The electrical pulse made her heart skip badly and she winced, gasping for breath as he laughed roughly in her ear, bending his fully clothed body over her naked one.
Lucius bent his head into her back, going by feel as he positioned his cock against her fat, juicy cunt, wetting it readily and sneering that all women were sluts- wet and eager for a large, hard cock.
With a deep groan he thrust inside, reveling in the plumpness of her ass, his cock easily encompassed by the woman who’d given birth to six children and entertained a well-endowed husband for many years. There was something to be said for a tight snatch, but he especially enjoyed the lack of resistance that enabled him to be brutal with her, easily burying himself to the hilt in her milking softness. It was a shame his liaison with her had to end this way, but she had always been a means to an end - a way to hurt Arthur Weasley, the blood traitor who’d been a thorn in his side for so many years. Such sweet, parting agony it was, and he was loving every second of it.
Molly cried out, feeling the sting of his possession as she scrabbled for purchase on the worn table. Her efforts only caused a bigger mess by pushing her neatly set tableware to clatter about and fall to the floor, many fine pieces shattering as Lucius thrust into her brutally.
A slight burning smell pervaded their nostrils, and Molly protested when she realized her chili was burning.
Oblivious, Lucius only held tighter, stroking into her naked body, wand flush at her neck yet, his free arm wrapped around her ample waist. Reaching down, he felt through her slick folds for her large clit.
Plucking at the juicy button, he felt her shudder and gasp, murmuring a muffled, “Oh yes!” and he smirked into her back. His platinum blond hair swung with his efforts at coupling with Arthur’s beloved wife. Gods, it was so good to be an evil bastard sometimes. The perks were worth the pain.

A knock at the door had Molly scrabbling suddenly to attempt to pry herself from under Lucius’ thrusting body. He roughly pulled his hand from her clit, causing it to catch on the wood of the table, making her cry out sharply. Grasping her hair and yanking it free from its pinned confines, he pulled it into a reins like a man riding a horse and leaned back, moving his wand down to the small of her back, chanting a low incantation.
Molly’s womb began to throb and she screeched, coming and gushing around Lucius’ generous endowment. He groaned, holding his wand tip to her, holding the long syllable, chanting and chanting, feeling his lust fuel the spell that forced her to come and spasm around him continuously.
The door rattled, the knocking becoming louder. Breaking his concentration only momentarily, Lucius flicked a light puzzle-like ward at the door to stall the cock blockers until his conclusion.
Molly felt herself coming down from her brutal high, sighing with relief only to feel the hot tip of his wand re-start the mind-blowing, exhausting orgasmic process again. He pulled her hair back painfully, the chords in her neck straining from the pressure he exerted with his strength.
“Yes, witch, take my seed into you. I’ll sow the wizarding world with my bastards. No one will be free from Malfoy blood- ever and ever- we will endure - yes - endure- “
The drawing up of his loins had him gasping sharply, his inane monologue cut short as electricity shot through his body, fire spreading through his cock as the backlash of the spell spent it’s intensity on causing Lucius to almost lose consciousness from the thousand fold pleasure he greedily endured.
Molly was shuddering, sobbing, spent and sweating, messy, ashamed and utterly bereft.
Lucius roared his completion inside of her, his highly potent sperm making its merry way into her womb, the spell holding it there until the induced ovulation took hold with a new life.
The door crashed open and a pile of bodies poured in - Ron, Lavender, Harry, Fred, Remus - and Charlie, home for a surprise visit, on leave from dragon taming.
The room exploded instantly in wand-drawing and shouts as they all got an eyeful of a naked Molly taking it over the dining table from a man who was not her husband. The last vestiges of his orgasm was apparent when Lucius eyes fluttered open and his spent dick plopped wetly from Molly’s well-used hole, his sperm flowing freely and causing groans, a shriek and angry shouts that immediately advanced upon him.
Lucius smirked, tucked his cock away quickly and turned on the spot, disappearing before their very eyes.
The room was suddenly deadly quiet as Molly was the centerpiece of the ruined dinner table, her chili still smoking hotly from the kitchen as she shuddered and bawled like a baby in front of half of her offspring, friends and significant others.

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Arthur took leave from work, citing a personal emergency. It was good to be Head of a department, and with a few entrusted employees, he knew they were more than capable of keeping the division of Magical Creatures afloat for a week or better before things got hairy with paperwork and personnel requests.
Now he sat, ensconced in a modest room at the Broomsticks. Rosmerta had kindly provided him a discount on the room, citing all he’d done for them during the war and wanting to return the favor. Although he didn’t mind second hand goods or making do, Arthur hated charity for himself but begrudgingly accepted, not knowing how his finances would fare after the dust had settled from his divorce and starting a new life with the young woman he loved.
As he half-heartedly swish and flicked his clothes into the small closet and toiletries to the loo, he was startled when an ugly little box tumbled from his resized belongings to the floor. He stared at it for a long moment, trying to remember where and when he’d come about the odd little thing, and suddenly realized it’d been the one he’d gotten from that odd gypsy woman’s store that had vanished.
Reaching for it rather slowly as if it would bite, he hefted it a few times in his hand, surprised at how smooth and warm it felt, and oddly heavy. Arthur had to disparage himself when he reached to open the lid several times and quailed, hand shaking, yanking it back as if burned.
“This is ridiculous! It’s just a bloody box! Open it, old chap!” he chastised himself.
With a deft hand he flipped it open and cried out, flinging it from him as a bright light poured from it, filling the capacity of his vision in a blinding array of colors and sound. It was almost too much, many high voices like a crowded, noisy room thundering away at his eardrums. Just when he thought he’d pass out from the overwhelming sound, it all faded and he blinked several times.
Curiously, he blinked again, not sure if what he was seeing was real or not. Lest his eyes be deceiving him, he reached out toward the small figure in front of him, but it stepped back and blinked back, cocking its small head and smiling faintly.
“Pardon - but who are you?” Arthur asked, trying to keep his voice from trembling. Although he was tempted to draw his wand, his instincts felt no danger from the figure that had materialized.
The image of the small boy shook his head, his red, curly hair and bright blue eyes dancing merrily. He sat down on the floor and took out a small toy unicorn, waving his hand over it and making it dance - wandlessly.
Arthur was silently impressed with the strong display of magic. Whoever’s child this was, he was certainly going to be a powerful wizard one day.

Arthur gently lowered himself from his chair, careful not to startle the boy, whose head had whipped up at his movement. Satisfied the wizard wasn’t going to move closer, he resumed playing silently with the small unicorn, making it dance and snort smoke from its nostrils.
“My name is Arthur. It’s a pleasure to make you’re acquaintance,” he began again, and then gestured to the unicorn. “Nice bit of magic, that is. Who’d you learn that from?”
“Mum,” came the clear reply, the boy not elaborating, seemingly engrossed in his toy.
Arthur nodded. “Ah.”
He was at an impasse. Was this a sprite playing a trick on him, an inhabitant of the box lulling him into a false sense of security before it cursed him? He truly didn’t know, but also did not want to raise its ire, if it were a creature other then what it seemed. Many demons took on innocuous forms to fool their victims. Again, his wizarding instincts scoffed at the notion.
At last, he decided to continue on as if this were a grandchild or child of his own.
“I like Unicorns as well. Sometimes, I go to a special place and get to see real ones. It’s quite lovely.”
The little boy’s blue eyes were riveted instantly onto Arthur’s, his attention instantly had. “Really? Can you show me?”
Arthur shrugged. “That depends, I guess.”
“Oh please! Please! I would do anything to see a real unicorn!” He jumped up and walked to within arms reach of the much bigger man and offered him the toy. “I’ll give you this, if you’ll take me there!”
Arthur shook his head sadly. “I wish I could. You see, I’m not sure if you’d be able to go there with me or not.”
The little boy frowned, his lower lip wobbling. “Mum sometimes makes promises and then doesn’t keep them. I - I- really wish that just once you would as well.”
Arthur fell back an inch as if struck. “Excuse me? I do my best to keep my promises, I’ll have you know!”
The little boy’s curls shook furiously back and forth. “No you don’t! You’re always at work, and mum’s sad, and the babies make her tired. You promised you would play with me and you never do! I think I hate you!”
His tiny features morphed into that of a child about to throw a complete fit, and he stopped his little foot.

Arthur tried his best to placate, holding out his arms, but still not touching, afraid the boy would vanish in a puff of smoke. “There there! Whatever it is I’ve done, I’m so very sorry, dear one! I promise, oh - I know I’ve not always kept my word but I’ve needed to work so hard to keep the family in clothing and fed properly. It’s not easy taking care of so many children.”
“You never let mum work. She wants to work, and you won’t let her. I’m sick and tired of seeing her sad all the time!”
The lad had turned quite red in the face, little tears running down his cheeks. He raised his little fist and chucked the unicorn at Arthur, where it plunked him in the chest quite soundly and fell into his lap.
Gob smacked, Arthur could only stare as the little boy shook a finger at him. “If you really loved mum, you would make her happy. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t break your promises!”
Arthur’s heart broke, despite not having a clue who the child was. Obviously, he was very distraught and despite his previous misgivings about reaching out to the child, he did so now, only mildly surprised to find the boy quite firm, quite real.
He pulled the lad into his lap and shushed him, holding him close as the boy sobbed and sobbed, his own heart shattering in the wake of such sobs. Had he really caused this child heartbreak? And who was his mum? He would never intentionally -
The red-haired wizard’s peripheral vision caught sight of the box, and he was startled as it glowed and pulsed where it lay tipped on its side. How had he not noticed the thin tendril of smoke connecting the boy to its light?
It seemed like forever, but finally the boy’s sobs subsided and he merely hiccoughed into Arthur’s chest. He sighed, and whispered, “I forgive you. Please, please change - please make mum happy. I can’t stand to see her be sad anymore.”
“I - I’ll do my best. I know my promises haven’t meant much to you, but I honestly will do my best.”
Nodding pathetically against Arthur’s chest, the warm, living boy pushed away and stood, bending over and picking up the toy Unicorn. He opened Arthur’s large palm and placed the little stuffed animal into it, then closed the big fingers around it. He patted the top of the knuckles and impetuously dashed in for another hug.
Arthur’s heart soared inexplicably at the gesture and he hugged the boy back, his own tears threatening.
Then stepping back once more, the boy smiled, tears gone, and his little body beginning to flicker as the light and sound got brighter once more.
“Go to her, ‘Da. She needs you, and we need you. Go to her. I love you ‘Da. See you later.”
Arthur cried out, understanding dawning too late as he lurched forward on his knees to grasp the boy that was obviously his son - and went right through the faded apparition of the smiling boy who faded with a soft ‘pop’ back into the box, which righted itself and clamped tightly shut.
Renewed with purpose, Arthur quickly changed, put on his cloak and boots and Apparated to St. Mungo’s, Kingsley’s orders be damned.
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