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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- Huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta!
Ginny-
When I wake the next morning, I find that I’m wrapped in the warmness of my husband’s arms. Parts of my body still burn a bit with overuse and it takes me a moment to realize he left the new toys in place after I passed out. Now that I am able to see, I realize why they are called dragons.
Each little silver device looks more like jewelry adorning my nude body than what I had expected. They are in the shape of dragons that are biting my nipples than curling around themselves to stay flush with my body.
“I’m thinking about leaving them on all day.” Lucius’ voice is filled with sleep. Looking up at him, I see his eyes are closed and I find myself snuggling against his side.
“They would be very distracting.” I tell him lightly as I wonder how one even takes them off.
“True. I need to be able to focus today, not just think about how many times I can make you come.” He says and I can hear the humor in his voice.
“How do I take them off?” I ask as I pluck at one on my nipple. The little teeth tighten on me and I can’t help but gasp at the shock of renewed pain.
“You don’t.” He says petting my arm before he sits up and rolls on top of me. “You can’t.” He adds before leaning down and kissing me gently. His long white blond hair brushes against the side of my face and I can’t help but enjoy the softness of it in contrast to the games we play so often.
He is still kissing me when I feel his hand move to my breast and a lovely release as he somehow unclasps the thing. He rubs the nipple to release the tension it’s been under all night before going to the other to do the same. I lean against his lips glad to have the weight off my chest.
When his hand dips between my legs, I spread them widely for him so he can remove the last of the torture devices. I can’t help but press my hips against his hand as he fondles my overly excited body.
I don’t realize what’s going on until I feel him inside of me. He takes things slow this morning and I am thankful for it. This is more like I’ve always imagined making love to be and I push back against him so he knows how much I like this too.
His lips part from mine and he moves back a little so he can look into my eyes while we connect in this sensual way.
“I want you all to myself.” He tells me in a whisper. “I will have you all to myself.” He tells me before kissing me again. I wonder for a moment if that is how he says he loves me, but I dismiss the idea as soon as it comes. It will be better for me if I don’t have such fantasies.
When he parts from my lips again, I reach up and run my fingers down his face. “Does that mean I get you all to myself?” I ask a bit breathless from our lovemaking.
He smiles down at me, and it is a devilish smile that makes my body clench around him. “This is the only place in the world where I let the mask fall.” He tells me and I don’t really understand but it sounds important so I smile back before leaning up and kissing him.
Lucius-
I don’t know what got into me this morning but I feel energized after the little tryst with my wife. I let her go off to read as I settle into my business for the day. I find my good mood continues into the morning and I actually smile when the house elf appears in front of me.
“Someone here to see Master.” The thing says as he bowed lowly. “Master Blaise Zabini.” He adds and I nod because I am expecting the other man.
Setting my things aside so I can give him my full attention I instantly find I am frowning once again as the young and beautiful man enters my office. He was obviously a dandy and I take an instant dislike to the idea of him being in my home.
“My Lord.” He says bowing low to me with perfect etiquette.
“Master Zabini.” I acknowledge him and motion for him to sit.
“You come highly recommended as a tutor in the classics. I wish for my wife to learn dance, singing, and poetry.” I tell him because I can’t very well send him away now that I have already invited him. Not with the kind of recommendations, he had.
“Of course.” He says bowing his head. “No other literature or artistry?” He asks curiously.
“If she shows an interest than we will discuss it at that time. But more importantly I need her not to embarrass me at the Ball we will be throwing in a month's time.”
“Where do you feel her current level of skill is at?” He asks with a slight frown.
“I have no clue.” I tell him with a sigh. “You will have to ascertain that for yourself if I choose to hire you.” I say just to let him know I still have the upper hand here.
He smiles at me with knowing charm and grace. I hate him all the more for it. “I am the best. As I have heard it, Malfoys always get the best my Lord.” He tells me with confidence. “The Lady will impress you at the ball if she is put under my tutelage. Women such as your wife are my specialty.”
“We will see.” I tell him coldly as I get to my feet. Looking at the clock on the mantle, I guess she is still in the library and direct him to follow me. We walk in silence as I can’t help but take in the way the boy carries himself. I remind myself that he is a dancer, and grace will be important to teach Ginevra.
Opening the library door I smile again as I see my lovely sitting comfortably on a couch with a thick volume settled in her lap. Looking to Master Zabini I find him looking everywhere in the room, but at my wife.
“Is she in another room mayhap my Lord?” He asks looking back at me curiously.
I sneer at him as I realize he must think Ginevra my daughter and not my wife. With the sound of the man’s voice, my pet looks up from her book. She smiles at me before even noticing the peacock beside me and that pleases me greatly.
“Ginevra, this is Master Zabini.” I said motioning to the young man next to me to bring her attention to him. “He is the tutor I told you about.”
She set the book aside and got to her feet so she could give our guest a proper greeting. “Welcome to our home Master Zabini.” She said calmly with a nod of her head.
The boy looks between the two of us for a long moment before nodding to himself. “I’m sorry. Thank you my Lady.” He says bowing deeply to her.
“I will leave you two to arrange things.” I say my jaw clenching as I don’t want to say the next words, but I have to because she won’t learn enough if I don’t. “My dear Master Zabini may touch you, but only as it is helpful in your lessons.” I finish without showing my frustration.
“Of course my Lord.” She says bowing her head to me. “And don’t worry about sending Snerk to attend us. I’ll keep Heety with me in case we need anything.” She says and I know it is only to make me feel better about the situation.
With a stiff nod, I leave the rake with my wife and my good mood dies as I try not to focus on reasons to dismiss him sooner rather than later.
Ginny-
When Lucius closes the door, I give Zabini my full questioning attention. He was a striking young man that couldn’t have been much older than me and I had to wonder why Lucius would hire someone that was much more beautiful than Dean. Maybe it was the simple fact that he was probably out of my league.
He licked his lip and I couldn’t help but watch the pink tongue against his dark skin. “Do you have any training at all my Lady?” He asked getting straight to work. “Your…” he starts but gets an odd look on his face as he looks me over again and seems to lose his train of thought.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask before calling for my house elf. It will make Lucius feel much better if I’m not alone with this man.
“Thank you.” He says taking the cold cider Heety brought us to enjoy. “I’m used to having older students.” He admits after a moment. “Bored women who want a tutor because their husbands are much too busy to entertain them.”
“Why does my age matter?” I ask curiously looking him over again.
“It doesn’t.” He says quickly and shakes his head. “Your husband wishes for me to teach you dancing, singing and poetry. Have you had any previous lessons in any of these areas?”
I shake my head. “Not really. I’ve read poetry to myself, as well as other literature. I’ve danced as well, but I don’t think it will be the same here.”
“What village do you come from?” He asks taking me in once again.
“I come from the Burrow estate.” I tell him with a slight frown on my lips. “We never had fancy parties like those they throw here.”
He licked his lips as his eyes traveled the length of me in the most uncomfortable way. “I don’t know anything about that place.” He says as he looks back at her. “What was it like? What did you actually do there?” He asks in a way that makes me frown.
“I…” I start before I realize exactly what is off. “You think I was a servant.” I say laughing. “I’m the youngest child of Baron Weasley.” I tell him shaking my head.
He didn’t look the least bit ashamed by his previous thoughts. “You don’t hold yourself like a peer of the realm.” Mr. Zabini says looking me over once again.
“Acting like I am superior to hard working people was not a value I was ever taught.” I say a bit stiffly.
He smiles at me with something in his eye I really do not like, but gives me an odd flit in my stomach. “Well than I guess that is why I am here. We should move to the ballroom and start with dancing, as it is the most vital skill you will need.” He points out as he offers his arm.
I shake my head and let my hands settle behind me. “I’ll show you the way.” I say before leading him from the room. We walk next to one another but I made sure we do not touch.
“Your husband is a jealous man?” He asks as if it wasn’t obvious.
“You heard him.” I point out as we walk. “Things that have to do with the lesson are fine, but casual touch isn’t something he permits.”
“And a strict man.” He nods as if he is thinking about these ideas as we walk.
As the silence, gets to be too much for me I break it because I feel weird just walking with someone without speaking. “You’re awfully young to be a tutor aren’t you?” I ask as I search for something to talk about.
“Not for this sort of thing.” He said with a simple wave of his hand. “Though I think it will be an interesting job.” He adds thoughtfully.
“Why?” I ask him and he smirks down at me in a way that makes me blush.
“Because I’m usually hired by the wife to be her lover.” He says with such a casual tone that I miss my step and trip from the shock.
Stumbling forward I look back at him, only once I’ve caught myself. “Well I’m not that kind of woman.” I tell him firmly my eyes moving to Heety following shortly behind us.
The man looks in the same direction. A smile spreads across his lips when he looks back at me making me regret looking at all. “Of course not.” He says evenly but there is something pleased in his eyes that makes me feel a bit warm.
“That is why this job is going to be so interesting. We can focus on the work and not the way my tongue feels against your more intimate parts.”
“You shouldn’t talk to me that way.” I snap as his words bring a very clear image of his tongue doing some unspeakable things.
“Of course my Lady. That was rude.” He says bowing deeply before I show him to the ballroom.
He is a perfect gentleman to me after that. First, we go through dances that will be expected of me during the ball and he is a graceful partner. I’m nervous about touching him at first, my eyes finding Heety every few moments, but he keeps his hands were he should and I start to feel comfortable in his arms.
“That is good; I think we can make a real dancer out of you after all.” He says smiling at me and I let myself smile back feeling much more at ease with him now that he has stopped making lewd remarks. “We should move on to singing before we run out of time for the day.” He adds looking me over once again. “Do you know any songs?”
I feel my face go pink as I think of the kind of songs I do know. “Nothing very sophisticated.” I tell him honestly. “Mostly those sounds people sing in the fields and around the hearth.
“Let me hear one of them.” He says summoning himself a chair so he can focus completely on me. It makes me feel shy so I turn my back on him as I think about what I could sing.
I lick my lips before starting with the first song that comes to mind. “In the morning mist when the sky is gray that is when they come out to play…” I let the last note linger before swallowing and continuing the song. “Hold your breath don’t make a sound just listen for them play-ing…” I wasn't one for singing in front of anyone, and knowing that he, was there made my heart beat quickly in my chest. “If you hear them run away they do not play nice today… If you hear them hide away they do not play nice today…”
“Stop.” His commanding tone brings me up short and I don’t feel like I can face the tutor that I have completely embarrassed myself in front of with the silly song.
“I should dress for dinner.” I say quickly because I need an excuse to run away that doesn’t seem too cowardly. I see nothing as I rush from the room and hope I can talk Lucius out of the silly thought of me learning to sing.
Lucius-
I ignore the fact that I am taking a very long route from my office to the stables. I refuse to acknowledge the fact that this very long route goes past the ballroom where Ginevra and her tutor are working. Glancing at the door, I consider forbidding myself to look in when I hear the voice.
“In the morning mist when the sky is gray that is when they come out to play…” I can’t help but move closer to the door as I start to understand what the Thomas boy was talking about. “Hold your breath don’t make a sound just listen for them play-ing…” Peeking through the crack in the door, I find her standing with her back to her tutor as she sings. “If you hear them run away they do not play nice today… If you hear them hide away they do not play nice today…”
“Stop.” He says the work firmly making me really look at him for the first time. I really don’t like the way he is looking at her, but she doesn’t even turn to see.
“I should dress for dinner.” She says and I know she is coming for the door so I find myself backing up so that I’m not caught watching them. She rushes down the hall after bursting from the room; it has me curious about what is going through her mind.
“It seems a bit early for that.” I hear Master Zabini say in an amused tone.
“Heety must go help her Mistress.” The elf responds before I hear the pop of her leaving as well.
Feeling the need to check in I straighten my posture and walk into the room. “What was that about?” I ask as if he had done something to make her almost run down the hall.
“Your wife has a lovely voice.” Zabini says respectfully. “I could train it to be something remarkable, but we will have to work on her shyness about it.”
I nod slowly in agreement with his assessment. “I was told she doesn’t like to sing for people.” I admit making the young man nod.
“It would seem that way, but I think I can break her of it.” He says and a smile I do not like lightens his face.
“I’m not above killing you.” I tell him plainly before leaving him to think about that.
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