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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- First as always a huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta!
Lucius-
I find myself watching the young mudblood as she moves around the ball making conversation with my guests.
“That is something…” I say in response to what the Emperor has told me about her. “You really think it’s possible?” I ask, curious about the magic involved in what he is trying to do.
“Only if the girl trusts me completely.” He replies sounding distracted as well. “Which is why I need your young wife’s help in making her feel…” He pauses looking for the right word “...respected.”
I glance around the room to find Ginevra talking to one of the many important wives and I can’t help but smile to myself. “You know I am at your service your Majesty.” I say turning back to him and bowing my head in respect.
“I know it is a hard thing I ask of you but just know if my plan succeeds I will make sure to remember all who helped me in this.” He says before turning his attention to a couple approaching the dais. I frown with a bad taste in my mouth as I register the red hair and second rate robes.
“Your Majesty this is Lord and Lady Weasley, my wife’s parents.” I introduce them only because it is the proper etiquette in this situation. I can’t help but feel some relief as the two bow properly to our great leader.
“Ah, Weasley is not a name I have heard in some time. Your daughter is a credit to your name.” The Emperor says to make polite conversation with two nobles that were far below his notice.
“Thank you, your Majesty. We are very proud of her.” The woman says, as Lord Weasley looks as if he’s about to eat a lemon.
“We have some concerns about her treatment in this household.” Arthur blurts out, as his wife turns a bit red. At least she knew better than to bring up such things when the Emperor was here to enjoy himself.
“Concerns?” Our Lord asks sounding politely interested in his words. “You feel Duke Malfoy is mistreating his young wife?” The Emperor asks reminding Weasley which one of us holds the higher title.
“When I came to check on my daughter I found him attacking her in the front hall.” Weasley said, as he wouldn’t be deterred in his complaint.
“Attacking?” I have to give my Dark Lord credit for keeping a straight face as he looks to me questioningly.
“My young wife fills me with a vigor I have not known in years my Lord. I was hardly attacking her. With so many children of his own I would assume Baron Weasley knows the difference between violence and coupling.”
“In the front hall?!” Weasley snaps as if this alone should be a crime.
“It isn’t my fault if the Baron has no imagination for such things.” I say with a shrug of disinterest.
“Would you like me to question Lady Malfoy on these topics?” Emperor Voldemort asks Weasley with a serious expression. I barely contain my growl as my Lord tries to manipulate the stupid man into handing my wife over to him.
“My Lord?” I catch myself and glare at Weasley before he can answer. “Baron Weasley has no domain over his daughter’s well-being any longer. Our marriage contract clearly states that I’m now charged with her protection.”
“But who is going to protect her from you?” Weasley shrugs off his wife’s hold to point at me. “Who is going to protect her child?” His voice is loud enough that it is a wonder the whole party hasn’t stopped to watch us.
“Are you accusing Duke Malfoy of putting his own bloodline in danger?” Our Lord asked seeming tired of the man’s accusations. “Do you come with any sort of proof?” He asked shaking his head. “I’ve spoken to your daughter and she seems to be a lovely young woman, and I have seen no signs of harm to her or her future child.”
I take in a soothing breath and look around for Ginevra so maybe she can help to end this ridiculous conversation. I frown, as she doesn’t seem to be in sight any longer.
“I saw the way he was treating her with my own eyes what more proof do I need? She isn’t even permitted to talk with her friend even though he works here on the grounds.”
I roll my eyes at this and keep searching the room for my wife as I respond. “Sex with my wife is not a crime and I have allowed her to have conversations with the gardener you sent here to spy on me.”
“A spy?” The Dark Emperor asked sounding amused. “I think I’ve heard enough. If you wish to make a formal complaint than come to London to do so when I am holding audiences. For now you seem to have no real proof and I am here to enjoy myself.”
“But…” Weasley starts before his wife pulls him away.
“Thank you your Majesty.” She says before giving her husband a subduing look and retreating from the dais.
“She just saved him from a very grave misstep.” The Dark Emperor says thoughtfully. “Must be where your wife gets her wit, hopefully not her figure.” He adds seeming amused again as he comments on the older woman’s dumpy form.
I chuckle at the joke and shake my head. “Hopefully not.” I agree before letting myself breathe again. “Will you excuse me your Majesty? I seem to have misplaced my wife in all the fuss.”
Ginny-
“Funny running into you again so soon my dear.” He says inspecting my wand as if he had no idea what it was.
“You found my wand.” I say trying to slip my shoes back on only to push them under the couch.
“I did. Is there a reward for its return?” He asks as if we both don’t know he stole it from me.
“I’m sure my husband could find a generous reward.” I say wondering where Lucius is and if he will be cross with me for getting into this situation.
“Oh I don’t want Lucius’ money.” He says as he takes a step closer to me. I stand quickly to step back from him.
“We have art and books as well.” I point out pretending not to understand the way he is looking at me.
“The only thing Lucius has that I want is his wife.” Rabastan stated plainly taking another step forward.
“I think you will find that my wand isn’t worth that much.” I say moving to put an armchair between us. If I could only maneuver myself towards the door.
“Oh I think you’ll find you don’t really have a choice in the matter.” He says before rushing towards me.
I scream in surprise as I move around the room trying to make it to the door before he can catch me. A moment of relief floods me as I grasp the knob only to have his full weight press me hard against the door.
“Don’t be a tease…” He breathes into my ear as I feel his hands move down my arm.
I turn the handle as hard as I can figuring I’ll have a better chance if I can just get out of this room. The moment the latch releases the both of us go tumbling into the hall. The breath is knocked from my lungs as his heavy form lands on top of me.
“Didn’t think that through bitch.” He growls grabbing my hair to pull me back into the study.
I can’t even scream as I try to regain the air that was lost. But struggle against his hold kicking back at him with my foot as best I can.
“Stop it.” He groans as my foot connects with him. “You’re going to like this if you would just relax!” He says as his free hand grabs my foot.
“NO!” I finally scream struggling not to give him an inch, my fingers claw against the stone floor of the hall.
His hand moves from my hair to cover my mouth. “Do you really need everyone to see you like this sweet?” He asks darkly. “They might question your virtue.” He adds darkly as he rolls me over so he can look down into my eyes. “I think you need to be taught a little respect. Seems Lucius has been too lax with a spitfire like you.” He pulls his hand back and strikes me hard across the face. “Now you are coming back into this room and you are going to be the sweet thing I know you are. Got it girl?”
“I don’t think the Lady is interested in your company.” A new voice says making Rabastan tense on top of me.
“This isn’t any of your business boy, walk away.” He says as his focus moves to whoever has come upon us.
With his attention distracted, I bring my knee up as hard as I can and move out from under him as he groans in pain. I move as far away from the man as I can without looking back. I can feel his hands on the skirt of my dress and I hear a seam rip but don’t really care in my rush to try to get some distance.
“Stupefy!” I hear the young voice cast and Rabastan falls heavily on my legs.
“Ah!” I yell as I fight to free myself of the dead weight. When someone moves to grab my arm, I swing and punch as hard as I can.
“OW!” The man yells moving back as I connect with his nose.
Only once I’ve freed myself do I realize what I just did. I look back to see a dark haired young man with a bloody nose. More so, I realize I know him.
“M-master Potter.” I stumble over my words, as I can’t seem to stop myself from shaking. “I’m so sorry.” I say moving away from Rabastan’s limp form and putting my back to the wall. My heart is still going so fast I can hardly hear anything else.
“No, no... I shouldn’t have touched you without your permission.” He says as he wipes up the blood with a handkerchief.
I look back and forth between the man on the floor and the one who saved me from him. “He has my wand.” I say for unknown reasons.
“I’ll get it.” He assures me after doing a quick spell to heal his nose. “You know I didn’t expect a Lady to be able to throw such a good punch.” He says as he searches the man for my wand.
“Six brothers…” I explain, still shaking and hating how weak I feel in the moment.
“Here we go, which is yours?” He asks holding up two wands for me to see.
“The darker one.” I say before forcing myself to stand.
He smiles dropping the second next to its master’s form and holding mine out to me. I give him a smile back as I take it. “Thank you for your help.” I say unsure of what to do just now. “I must look a mess.” I tell him, wondering why my hand won’t stop trembling.
“You look beautiful.” He says in a strange tone, which makes me a bit nervous. “Any good wizard would have done the same in my place.” He says making me look up at him again.
“Yes, well I am sure my husband will be more than grateful for your aid.” I say making a dark expression cross his face.
“I heard you married him after his ball.” He says sounding awkward. “I guess I should congratulate you.” He adds sounding very unsure of that.
“Yes, thank you.” I tell him nodding in agreement. “I should umm…” I start trying to think of what I should be doing bright now. “Get fixed up.” I settle on taking a step only to have my ankle give out and trip right into his grasp.
“Shit!” I say making him chuckle.
“You don’t sound like much of a Lady either.” He says seeming amused with this fact. When I look up into his eyes that seem to sparkle with admiration. “Do you need help to your rooms M’Lady?” He asks as he helps me to stand this time.
I shake my head quickly as I panic at the idea of going somewhere alone with a man I don’t know that well. “No. No thank you Master Potter.”
“Call me Harry.” He says kindly as he squeezes my arm in reassurance.
“Well isn’t this sweet.” The cold voice of my husband both fills me with a feeling of both safety and fear.
Lucius-
“...thank you Master Potter.” I find my wife saying to a young man as I turn down the hall to an out of the way study.
“Call me Harry.” The boys says in the tone of a lovesick dog.
Her hair his completely messed and she is standing close enough that the boy is actually touching her arm. I note her skirt is also ripped before speaking.
“Well isn’t this sweet.” I say to get their attention. The boy looks up with a glare as he meets my eyes as if I’m the one in the wrong in this moment.
“Lucius!” Ginevra’s call throws me off by the relief in her voice. I take another look at her only to notice what is lying on the ground in the study doorway.
“What is going on here?” I ask in a detached tone as I watch as my wife takes a limping step toward me.
“I came upon the Lady being attacked by Master Lestrange.” The boy says in a cold tone obviously meant for me.
I narrow my eyes looking between the two of them again to get confirmation.
“I…” Her voice trembled as she took another limping step toward me. Suddenly my feelings turn from anger to rage. I turn to Rabastan’s prone body and my wand is out before I know what I am doing.
I’ve moved half way to Rabastan before Ginevra’s whimper distracts me from my vengeance. I turn to her and see her step back from my glare. Forcibly calming myself, I move toward her frail seeming form.
“It’s alright my pet.” I say trying to calm her, as she seems on the verge of tears. “You may go Master Potter. I have her now.” I add to the boy, as he seems to still be hovering nearby.
“Maybe I should get her mother?” He asks, making me roll my eyes.
“I assure you we are fine on our own.” I tell him turning back to my wife to make sure she agrees. She nods making me smile before I turn back to him. “I owe you a debt for her safety. Don’t ruin it by bringing gawkers on her pain.”
“M’Lady? Would you like me to get someone for you?” He asks in an attempt to go against my request.
“No thank you.” Ginevra says as she moves a bit closer to me. “I’ll be fine.” She adds nodding as she shakes slightly in my arms.
“But…” The boy starts but this time I cut him off.
“She said she will be fine, now leave us.” I snap shooing him away with one hand.
His frown tightens before giving us a jerky nod and heading back down the hall. “Heety Snerk!” I call our personal elves who appear an instant later.
“Yes Master.” They bow together before looking around for what I might need from them.
“Snerk take Master Lestrange downstairs for me, I will deal with him soon. Heety take Ginevra to her room and make sure she doesn’t have any lasting harm.”
“Don’t leave.” My wife says in a panicked tone and she moves more tightly against me.
“You’ll be safe with Heety in your warded room.” I remind her looking down at her with a frown. “There is a difference between a handsy clothier and being attacked at our ball.” I tell her firmly.
“I shouldn’t have let myself be cornered.” She says as her eyes start to glaze over.
Noticing her cheek for the first time, I turn her chin to get a better look at the bruise forming there.
“You should have an expectation of safety in your own home.” I tell her as I run my thumb over the swollen cheek. She puts her hand over mine only for me to find she has bruises on her knuckles as well. “Did you hit him back?” I ask pleased that she fought back so hard.
“No... I mean I kicked him plenty.” She says looking away from me. “I hit Master Potter when he startled me.” She admits shyly.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Well at least one of us got to tonight.” I admit before taking her hand to kiss the knuckles. “Now I have to deal with your attacker.” I tell her firmly. “Go with Heety and wash up. No need to come back to the party. Just stay in your room until I come for you.”
She nods reluctantly before parting from me and letting the elf magic them both away.
Snerk has already taken the bastard to my dungeon, but with the Lestranges being so powerful, I know I can’t just go torture him. I’ll have to ask… permission.
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