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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32602 -:- 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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Lucius-
When I make my way back to the ball I find the Emperor talking with his mudblood guest. I watch them as I approach the dais and can’t help but be amazed at how charming he can be with her. It’s as if he can actually pretend she is a real person.
“Your Majesty I’m sorry to interrupt, but there has been a pressing development.” I say as I bow to him.
When I look up again I find the girl watching with as much attention as he is. “What’s wrong?” The mudblood asks and I suppress my shiver as best I can.
“May we move to someplace more private, it is a delicate matter.” I ask the Dark Emperor without responding to the creature’s question.
“Go find Lady Malfoy my dear and…” The Emperor starts before I interrupt him.
“I’m sorry, your Majesty but this has to do with her and she is indisposed.” I say hoping he forgives the interruption.
“Is Ginny alright?” The girl asks making me cringe that she is already on such familiar terms with my wife. She takes a step towards me and I shake my head.
“No madam she is not, but the situation is delicate as I said.” I tell her with as much respect as I can muster for someone so low born.
The Emperor looks between us for a long moment before giving a firm nod and rising to his feet. “Would your wife find Miss Granger’s company a comfort?” He asks as he takes the girl’s hand and leads her off the dais.
About to refuse the idea completely I see the look in my Lord’s eye and find myself giving a swift nod. “Yes, she might.” I say thinking about it further and I’m sure Ginny might actually find the mudblood’s company comforting.
I can feel guests watching as we make our way out of the room but there is no help for it. I am the host and he is the Emperor, our movement will be noted no matter what. I make conversation about unimportant things until we are clear of most of the guests.
“Heety.” I snap not wishing to take the Granger girl any further. It takes a moment for the elf to appear, more than likely because she is hesitant about leaving Ginevra completely alone.
“Master Heety must get back to Mistress.” The little elf says as she appears.
“Take Miss Granger with you.” I order the elf making it even more confused.
“Master, Mistress being upset.” She tells me making me narrow my eyes.
“Are you questioning an order?” I ask making the little elf hit her head against the wall.
“Oh gosh!” The mudblood exclaims taking a step toward it.
“Heety sorrys Master.” The elf says taking the girl’s hand and disappears with a pop.
I let out a slow breath as I am rid of the girl for a little while at least, then turned to the Emperor and bow my head. “Your Majesty my wife was attacked, which is clearly against your orders.” I say getting ready for somewhat of a battle over the aggressor's punishment.
“It is very bold to attack a Lady in her own home, but why does this concern me?” He asks looking a bit bored.
“Master Rabastan Lestrange is the offender. He tried to force himself on her, causing unknown stress to my unborn child.”
The Dark Emperor looks at me for a long moment as he thinks over what should be done next. “Where do you have him now?” He asks much more interested than he was a moment ago.
“In my dungeon, but I have not touched him myself.” I tell him as he turns to head in that direction.
“You haven’t touched him yourself? So, who has touched him?” He asks wanting all the information.
“I think he was knocked out by young Master Potter, but I admit I do not have the full story yet. She did mention kicking him.” I add after thinking over everything she said when I found her.
Once we are down in the dungeon we find Snerk standing outside of one of the cells with a wand in his hand. As we approach, he gives it to me and disappears. Looking down I realize it must be Rabastan’s, and fight the urge to break it in half.
When we enter the rough stone room, the Emperor conjures himself a chair and gets comfortable before motioning to me to wake up the libertine. When I revive him he looks up at me confused for a moment then realizes exactly where he is and jumps to his feet.
“I don’t know what that harlot told you but she was begging for it Lucius!” He says as he feels for his wand before realizing that I have it.
“I haven’t actually gotten the full story from my wife just yet. But it seems Master Potter witnessed quite a bit.” I bluff not really knowing what the boy found, but it had been enough that he stunned Rabastan.
“The boy yeah that is why she started to act like she didn’t want it. She set me up…” He says still sounding confident.
“What reason would Lady Malfoy have to set you up in such a way?” The Emperor asks startling Rabastan. He had been so focused on me he did not even realize his Majesty was in the room.
He turns and kneels deeply to our lord. “I’m not sure your Majesty. It could have been on Lucius’ request for all I know.” He says without looking up.
I narrow my eyes at the man who I had not had a real issue with before this night. What does he think he is playing at? Is this one of Bellatrix's games to try to discredit me?
“Your Majesty he is simply trying to further tarnish my wife’s honor.” I say to try to cut this foolishness off. “My wife nor I had any issues with Master Lestrange before this evening. She met him for the first-time last night with you as a witness.”
“The Lady did not seem acquainted with you Master Lestrange.” The Emperor agrees as he looks at the man at my feet.
“That is why I think it must have been Lucius behind it your Majesty. He sent the girl after me to seduce me for some reason. You have seen her my Lord. I’m not that strong of a man to turn down something so lovely when it is offered so freely.”
“If she was offering herself so freely, how do you explain the bruise across her face?” I ask as I tighten my grip around my wand. “Please your Majesty, all I require is permission to treat him like the villain he is. I will get the truth out of him.”
“Your Majesty I worry this is what he wanted from the start. You see I was the late Lady Malfoy’s lover, and I fear he is trying to take his revenge now by setting me up in this fashion.”
“Your story gets more and more detailed as time goes on. It is as if you thought about this all beforehand.” The Emperor says dryly.
Ginny-
“Don’t leave.” I whimper. I was only just starting to feel safe again wrapped in his arms.
“You’ll be safe with Heety in your warded room.” He tells me poignantly as he looks down at me with a frown. “There is a difference between a handsy clothier and being attacked at our ball.” He says in a dark tone.
“I shouldn’t have let myself be cornered.” I whimper trying to hold in stupid weak tears.
He lifts my chin as he takes a good look at my face. I can’t even imagine how horrible I look.
“You should have an expectation of safety in your own home.” He says as he runs a thumb over my aching cheek. I place a hand on top of his, as I just want to feel close to him, I want to feel safe. “Did you hit him back?” He asks sounding pleased with the idea of it.
“No... I mean I kicked him plenty.” I say not wanting to look him in the eyes. I didn’t do enough on my own. “I hit Master Potter when he startled me.” I admit softly.
He chuckles. “Well at least one of us got to tonight.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses the bruised knuckle. “Now I have to deal with your attacker. Go with Heety and wash up. No need to come back to the party. Just stay in your room until I come for you.”
I agree after a moment and finally let Heety take me to my room. We are there after a pop of magic and I feel a little sick as if I was just sucked through a pipe much too small for me.
I feel a bit numb as Heety starts to take the pins out of my hair. I just let myself space out as the elf unfastens my gown and peels it from my form. She hangs it up nicely before moving back to me to start in on my corset when she stops.
“Heety being summoned by Master, Mistress. Heety be back quick Mistress.” The elf says leaving be alone in my room.
I walk over to where she hung my once fine gown. It’s ripped in a few places and I notice a few clusters of pearls have come apart. I wonder how many precious pearls litter the study and hall down stairs. I look down and remember for the first time that my shoes are still sitting under the couch in that awful room. For some reason that I don’t understand this simple fact finally, makes the tears burst from me like some horrible spell.
I crumble to the floor and cover my mouth, as I can’t seem to stop crying. What would have happened if Harry hadn’t found me when he did? How can I be so weak and stupid that I got myself in that vile situation in the first place? Why can’t I just be strong?
I can’t even seem to stop when Heety comes back and rests a hand on my shoulder. My eyes are shut tight but I can’t seem to stop the tears.
“It’s okay now Ginny.” A comforting voice says and I suddenly realize it isn’t Heety touching me.
The shock of it makes me sit up and look at the chestnut-haired woman kneeling next to me. I swallow a sob only to start hiccupping.
“Hermione? What are you doing here?” I quickly try to wipe the tears from my face. I must look a true mess at this point.
“To… The Emperor and your husband thought you might need some company.” She says softly then frowns a little. “And they wanted to get rid of me I think.” She adds with a frown. “What happened?” She asks kindly.
I swallow as I look into her kind eyes. Hermione is a reminder of my old life. She is kind, soft, and rough, and I find that I feel comfortable around her.
“I…” I start when my jaw starts to tremble and my throat closes. My hands move to the small round bulge of my stomach and I wonder if I should call for the Healer to make sure, the child is all right.
“It’s alright, you’re not alone.” Hermione says as she settles so we are sitting next to each other on the floor.
“Heety must make sure Mistress not hurt. Heety need Mistress tos gets up.” I nod swallowing again before I let Hermione help me to my feet.
The other witch turns her back so that Heety can help me undress the rest of the way and slip into my dressing gown. When I notice her, she is looking at the once fine dress and frowning.
“Did you fall, or did someone…” She starts looking back to me as I move to stand beside her.
“Someone…” I start again before my throat tightens.
“Heety wills gets Mistress tea?” The elf asks and I nod in agreement.
When the elf is gone, I make my way over so I can sit on the couch just in case I have a weak spell again. I rest my hands on my stomach and sit back. I wonder if I should have Heety collect my shoes and anything else that may have fallen in the room.
“Do they know who attacked you?” Hermione asks as she sits next to me.
I nod not trusting my voice right now. Why am I being so weak? It isn’t as if he actually succeeded in his attack. I still only belong to Lucius.
“I’m so sorry Ginny. Is there anything I can do?” She asks resting a hand on top of mine.
I clear my throat and shake my head. “Can we talk about something else?” I ask trying to give her a smile. “It really wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“Okay… How far along are you?” She asks, as the bump is clearly visible in my robe.
“Nearly three months.” I tell her as I smile down at my stomach. He is something much nicer to think about than what happened with Master Lestrange.
“Weren’t you just married around three months ago?” Hermione asks curiously. “It took my parents forever to get pregnant with me.” She tells me thoughtfully.
“Lucius’ last wife had trouble as well. I think it’s one of the reasons he takes such care with me. He is very worried something will go wrong.” I explain. “I have six older brothers, so you can understand my parents had little issue.”
“Six?” She asks with disbelief.
“A few of them are here tonight with my parents. If you saw any redheads more than likely they are related to me.” I explain and she smiles.
“I danced with a young man with red hair. I think is name was Ronald?” She says thoughtfully.
“He is the youngest of my brothers. He is a bit over a year older than I am.” I tell her smiling as I think of my family.
“Would you like me to go get someone? A brother or maybe your mother?” Hermione asks trying to be helpful.
I shake my head and frown as I look at my stomach again. “No, thank you.” I tell her biting my lower lip. “They don’t really understand me anymore.” I explain with a pang of regret. “I’m a Malfoy now you see, and the Weasleys and the Malfoys have never really gotten along.”
“So then how did you become a Malfoy?” She asks curiously. “Since you had to have once been a Weasley.”
“You heard most of the story last night. Weasley is a noble line, but they are not nearly as wealthy as the Malfoys. My father fell on particularly hard times and we were running the risk of losing our ancestral home. My mother knew Lord Malfoy was looking for a wife, and sent me to try and catch his interest.”
“But your happy here, being a Malfoy?” She asks not unkindly.
I smile as I think of the struggles I’ve had in the last three months. “I think I am.” I tell her with a slight smile. “I think I’m actually falling in love with my husband.” I tell her as if I’m surprised by the development. “And I think he has a growing fondness for me as well”
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