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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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I saw Malfoy manor
nearly a quarter mile before I reached it. It sat lone and brooding far away
from anything else, emerging near a dark forest and surrounded by lush
countryside and even old wrought iron and stone fences.

I gulped once and
then glanced around; the road I had traveled the last two miles was barely a
road, more a simple path with deep ruts that surely no motorized car could have
even driven down! I wondered just how the Malfoy�s traveled around, perhaps
there was a different, private road they had, but as I slowly began to approach
the main gates I knew they did not.

The fence had become
a huge stone and wrought iron intimidating thing and there were two huge 15
foot wrought iron gates that were securely closed and locked. On the gates was
the same two serpents� one on each side. My skin crawled for a moment as I felt
some brief feeling, cold and sinister slide over me, but then it was gone. I
glanced at the huge stone columns that supported the gates and gently ran my
hand over them looking for a call box or intercom, some method of
communication! I checked the parchment again looking to see if there was any
other instructions written on the outside of it, but just then I heard a noise
and saw the gate unlock and slowly open of its own volition.

I could feel my heart skip several beats in my chest, but
bravely I moved onwards towards the main door. To the back of the mansion
seemed to be a multitude of other buildings like sheds, an elegant stable and
storage buildings, all as impressive and old as the mansion itself.

I soon found myself
in front of two huge black doors that also bore the twin snakes and the same
brass crest that was embedded in wax on the sealed parchment my father had
given me. There was a knocker on the front door that looked like a large fanged
serpent holding a ring in its mouth. For a moment I had the urge to nearly
scramble back out of there and head to London to find a job, to not go through
with this, but again like earlier the feeling passed and with a slight tremor I
reached up to the cruel looking snake head and used the knocker to knock on the
door.

Nervously I glanced
around and for a moment had an almost fleeting image of what the fabled
�Healthcliff Manor� in Wuthering Heights must have looked like, had this place
been dumped in the lonely moors. I was about to step back after several moments
and looks for a servants entrance near the back when the large door opened up
and there leaned a sight I still remember with burning clarity.

He was tall, quite
handsome, with pale blonde hair and the sharpest grey eyes I had ever seen. He
was dressed in the most elegant clothing I had ever laid eyes on, like a noble
Lord, but with all his handsomeness there was a harshness on his face that
nearly made my blood run cold. His eyes narrowed upon me for a moment and then
a small little half grin quirked on his fine lips. �Well, well.� He drawled
with an almost bored but very intimidating voice, �What have we here?�

�Sir,� I said almost
unable to look into those cold grey eyes, �You were expecting me? I am the one
who is here for the servant position?� Not knowing what else to do I hesitantly handed over the sealed parchment that was now
slightly creased from my nervous handling of it.

I could have sworn
his smile grew even more as he reached for it and I noticed that he had an
elegant walking stick that bore the same serpent head at its silver tip as the
great brass knockers. �Well, very good then.� He took the parchment in clean,
smooth manicured hands. �Follow me.� He simply ordered and then abruptly turned
and strode off.

Obediently I quickly
followed him. He moved like the wind in strong sure strides, and so I was only
to glance quickly around as I tried to keep up with him. The house was bigger
than anything I could have ever imagined, the floors the most elegant black
marble with expensive oriental rugs here and there, the walls bore exquisite
sconces and candelabra�s and vast expensive chandeliers hung from the ceilings.
As we swept past the foyer I could see two sweeping stone staircases leading to
the upstairs, a hall way off to the far right, a kitchen and butlers entrance
far off straight ahead but he was leading me further to the left down a hallway
that branched out from the main entrance. I saw no other servants, no other
people and yet the place was as immaculate as any expensive museum or
historical home. I gulped hoping and praying I was not expected to clean this
whole place on my own! As the hallway narrowed we passed several large nearly life-sized
oil paintings, the first was a handsome young man who looked around 12, he was
painted as standing next to a large boar he had killed and the boar was nearly
as big as him. Next was a beautiful woman with the same blond hair, her eyes
were a piercing blue and she was dressed as elegantly as any noble queen, she
was painted sitting on an elegant Queen Ann chair surrounded by expensive
statues and dark curtains, and next to her picture was the handsome and yet
cold face of the man who I had been following.

He was painted in
elegant wizard robes, holding the same walking stick I had just seen him with,
he was standing next to an elegant black horse that was prancing in the
background, however the man in this picture looked even more cold, impressive
and even slightly arrogant. I had not
even realized I had stopped walking while looking at these pictures until his
smooth, cultured voice was nearly right against my ear.

�Have a taste for
fine art do you?� he spoke right beside me. I had practically jumped out of my
skin, which only caused a glint of amusement in those grey eyes.

�I, I�� I stuttered,
�Forgive me Sir. They just caught my attention.�

One of his eyebrows
quirked up momentarily and abruptly his cane swung up pointed at the young man
�My son Draco Malfoy,� next it pointed to the elegant woman sitting in the
chair, �My wife Narcissa Black-Malfoy,� he glanced at his own portrait and just
gave a nod with his chin, then led me past his portrait and showed me the next
in line, another imposing blonde haired older man who�s eyes seemed to burn
with an arrogant smugness that chilled even my bones, �My father Abraxas Malfoy,�
we moved down the line, �my mother Moirai,� and down the line we went until he
stopped outside an elegant carved teakwood door. �As you can see, the Malfoy
line is well documented and pedigreed, any other questions?�

�No Sir,� I quickly
spoke unable to look into those eyes of his, feeling my face flush red with
embarrassment. I had not meant to offend him; I was only struck by the beauty
of the paintings.

He opened the
teakwood door and led me into an elegant study that was dripping in the same
opulence as the rest of the manor. The rug in here was a deep and elegant blood
red, book cases lined the back wall and a huge mahogany desk dominated the
room. In front of the desk was a black velvet loveseat and also two black
velvet wingback chairs, in the corner was a small bar with glasses and bottles
and more oil paintings were in this room but what dominated the wall behind the
desk was an elegant marble carved bas relief of the same Malfoy family crest
with the two snakes.

�Sit.� The man
gestured to the loveseat facing the desk, then walked around and sat down
behind the desk. He briefly touched the seal of the parchment with his family
crest ring, and the parchment unfolded by itself in front of him. He scanned it
briefly with shrewd and almost predatory like eyes. �Excellent, all seems in
order.� He said to the parchment and then stood up and went over to the corner
to where a small bar was. �So,� his voice spoke as he began to pour himself a
drink, �tell me about yourself Fiona MacCloud.�

�Well, I�� I had no
idea what to say to this man! I felt so intimidated by his lordly way and all
the wealth of his house, I honestly had no idea what information he was looking
for. I felt so small and foolish and uncultured at that moment, even sitting
here in the nice dress my parents had bought and was only now beginning to
understand how my father must have felt about being so dirt poor. What could I
even say to this well bred cultured man that he could even think was worthy of
me saying?

�I am a hard
worker,� I quickly said, knowing I had better say something to his question.
�And what I don�t know I am willing to learn.� Then I quickly added, �Sir.�

He turned back
towards me with a drink in his hand, and he took a long drink of it while
scrutinizing me almost uncomfortably. �I see.� He said and then walked over to
the front of his desk where he leaned one hip up against it continuing to
seemingly look right through me. For a
moment I almost half felt like dropping to my knees and bowing before him as
one would a noble lord, instead I gulped and simply averted my eyes from him.

�Well, then I shall
lead the questions, make them more simple for you, Hmm?� he said in a rather
offhanded way which I felt both piercing and intimidating. �You are indeed a squib then?�

�Yes sir.� I nodded
almost sadly, for it is a shameful thing indeed for someone from a wizarding
family to admit.

�Both your parents
are they wizards?� he asked.

�Mum is a witch;
father is a squib like me. His parents could cast though, and me Mum is
supposed to have distant cousin down here in England, the Prewitt�s.�

�Ah, that would
explain why you look so much like a Weasley.� He said as he put his drink down
and stood back up walking closer to me.

�I don� know any
Weasley�s, sir.� I said softly.

For a moment an
almost cruel half grin spread across his lips, as though he was debating on
saying something that I figured would not be nice, instead he merely drawled
out, �Not to worry, let�s just say neither the Prewitt line or the Weasley line
ever done anything outstanding, shall we?� he half smirked.

I knew he was being
arrogant and insulting but I dare not say a thing, he was the Lord and master
of his manor after all, and I truly needed this job.

�So,� he continued
again, now he was standing just inches from me, I could see the elegant cloth
of his clothing, smell the faintest smell of expensive cologne on him. �You
know why you are here then?�

I could not look up
into the imposing figure in front of me; I just stared at his elegant shoes as
I nervously wrung my hands. �Father said it was to get a job with you as a maid
or��

This time his
laughter was genuine but yet with something so cruel behind it caused
goose-pimples on my arms. �A job is it? Is that what he told you? Oh that is
good.�

I actually dared to
look up as I saw him go back to the desk and get the parchment off of it, �No,
my dear Fiona MacCloud.� He said turning back to me, �You father sold you into
indentured servitude. You are now the property of me, Lucius Malfoy.� He let
the parchment flutter to my lap where I picked it up with shaking hands as I
read it.

I, LUCIUS MALFOY
WILL ABSOLVE ALL DEBTS PAST AND PRESENT OF THE MAC-CLOUD FAMILY, IN EXCHANGE
FOR THE INDENTURED SERVITUDE OF YOUNGEST DAUGHTER FIONA MAC-CLOUD.

GAVIN MACCLOUD WILL
STILL BE ALLOWED TO RETAIN ALL HOLDINGS ONTO THE LANDS AS LONG AS A 5% YEARLY
YIELD FROM ALL CROPS OR SLAUGHTERS OF FARM ANIMALS IS TITHED BACK UNTO THE
MALFOY ESTATE. IN RETURN SAID DAUGHTER BECOMES THE SOLE PROPERTY AND RESPONSIBILITY
OF MALFOY ESTATES AND MANOR AS WELL AS�

I could not even
read any more. My eyes were blurred with tears I dare not let show and my hands
were nearly trembling so hard the parchment was shaking and skittering in my
grasp. �Sold!� My mind wailed. No
wonder mum and dad had been so sad and unforthcoming with any information. I
had been placed into indentured servitude to pay off the families� debts and
farm. �For how long?� was the only strangled thing that could come from my
throat.

He chuckled briefly
again for a moment as he retrieved the parchment and placed it back in the
desk. �For a period of no less than 5 years.� He said silkily while cold grey
eyes appraised me even more closely.

�But why a squib,
Sir?� I asked lamely, surprised I was brave enough to even ask.

�My son has recently
started Hogwarts School, my house elf is unreliable at best, and my wife is
lonely for companionship with Draco now gone. Your main duties will be serving
her as a companion and chambermaid.� He once again walked over to me and this
time one of his hands reached down and tilted my chin up forcing me to look at
him. �I want a servant who is indeed a servant, a squib cannot run away, cannot
cause me havoc and will do as I instruct, as my wife instructs.�

I could only gulp as
my continued fighting my rising fear and shame. He was so darkly attractive but
yet his power terrified me.

�Stand up.� He
released his finger from my chin, �Let me get a proper look at you.�

Obediently I did as
he instructed my head down. I felt him walking around me,
I could literally feel his eyes upon me, as though searching through me. It was
not a pleasant feeling, no, it was humiliating. I felt as though I was a horse
at market being inspected by some potential buyer. He even at one point ran his
finger along my upper arm as though feeling the tone of my muscle, one hand
came up and took some of my red hair and lightly examined it as one would a
prized painting. �Definite Prewitt line,� He smugly spoke to himself, �But you
look to be in well shape, you have obviously come from a life of hard physical
work. Your body is cleaned toned and healthy. You will do.� He stepped away
from me, his exam for the moment done.

Still my head was
down, daring to not look him in the eye unless he directed my gaze towards him.
I stood there, unmoving, afraid to sit, half afraid to keep standing feeling so
lost and helpless. I think he honestly reveled in the feeling of my confusion
and helpless indecision.

�Do you like the
dress I bought you?� he asked smoothly, suddenly.

�What?� I did look
up then, my eyes locking on him in sharp focus.

A predatory smile
flashed on his face again as he leaned idly up against his desk. �I said, silly
girl. Do you like the dress I bought you? I know I don�t have that foolish
uncultured brogue that you do, but I would think I had made myself clear, had I
not?�

�I had thought my
father bought it for me.� I said feeling stupid as soon as it came out of my
mouth. �But yes, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever had.�

�My, my.� He walked
back over to me, this time nearly pressed against me. �How quickly you forget
to add, that �Sir� when you are thrown off balance.� His voice was cold,
measured and frightening.

�Sir.� I quickly
and respectfully added. �I�m sorry, Sir.�

�Look up at me
Fiona.� He instructed and I forced myself to look up into those icy grey eyes
as he glared down at me. �You will serve me loyally and well won�t you?� he
asked.

�Yes Sir.� I said, it was so hard to stare
into those piercing grey eyes, but yet I did as he ordered.

�Good, excellent.� He stepped back from my
space and suddenly there was a wand in his hand. He uttered a spell I had never
heard before and I saw a red beam of light as playful and light as a ribbon
meander out of his wand and begin to settle around my wrist, it twined itself
of its own accord, reminding me almost like one of his snakes from his Family
crest. It braided itself and continued twining around my wrist and then the
other end seemed to absorb into the great Malfoy Crest behind him on the desk.
The eyes in the two snakes glowed briefly the same red color a moment and then
the spell ended.

�You are now entwined in a modified
unbreakable vow spell.� He spoke calmly and succinctly, �You are marked as
Malfoy property, you are able to move around my estate and mansion to carry out
your duties, and more importantly, you are bound to my estate so that you
cannot even think of escape. If you try you will merely apparate right back
here, and I assure you I will be most displeased.� He added with a dark
finality.

�However of
course,� he drawled almost in a bored way, �If I, my wife or son escorts you
off the property you are then bound to us and can remain with us as we carry
out business. You shall show all Malfoy�s in this household the utmost respect
and obedience, including my son when he is home for holiday from his wizarding
school, however�� and here he paused and one again walked right up to me, his
finger reached out and traced lightly over one of my cheekbones, �I am the head
of household and therefore your true and final Master. My word takes precedent
over all other family members, do I make myself absolutely clear?� he asked me.

�Aye, yes Sir.� I
tried to sound strong but it came out as barely a whisper. Even worse I found
myself trembling not with fear, but actually enjoying the silky dark touch of
this Master of Malfoy Manor. He seemed to sense exactly where my thoughts were
as he slowly removed his finger from my cheek with a half smug smile from his
face.

�Very good then,� He
said with a slight satisfied tilt of his head, �Very good indeed. I shall show
you to your room then, shall we?�

I was terrified and
scared, but yet I was also drawn like a moth to a flame to this dark, powerful
and cultured lord. He had aroused feelings both of fear and arousal I had never
felt before and now felt almost ashamed to feel. I just knew as he began to
lead me down the elegant hallways that his grey eyes had seen my aroused
nipples beneath the bodice of my dress when his finger had touched my flesh.
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