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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N- Huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta!
Ginny-
Heety helps me fix my hair and clothes before we go to dinner with the Emperor. We are still a bit late now and as I step into the private dining room, I can feel his eyes on me.
“We are sorry for being late your Majesty. There were some last minute details we needed to take care of.” Lucius says easily as he leads me over to the large table.
It is made of beautiful dark shining wood that reflects the candles in the room. It could seat twenty easily, but only three places on one end are set for dining. The Emperor sits at the end of the table, seeming comfortable and powerful in his place.
It seems we are both to sit across from one another beside him. Lucius helps me to my seat and pushes it in for me, before going around the long way to get to his seat. I guess it isn’t proper to walk behind the Emperor. I would feel more comfortable if he was sitting next to me, but that is not within my power.
The Emperor doesn’t speak until Lucius is sitting, and then he looks to my husband with an amused light in his eyes.
“I am sure your young wife has told you of our conversation in the courtyard.” He says again having no shame over his plans for me.
“Yes your Majesty.” My husband starts before the Emperor interrupts him.
“Lucius this is a gathering of friends, let us not stand on formality, you know you can call me Voldemort.” He says as if he is giving a great gift.
“Thank you Voldemort.” He says with a bow of his head. “Ginevra doesn’t keep things from me. She is of course honored by your kind words.”
“Of course she is, and she told you then how eager I am to feel her gratitude personally.” He says and I think the Emperor is trying to make me blush.
“I told him everything your Majesty.” I say because I don’t want them to continue to have this conversation as if I’m not in the room.
“You, my sweet, little thing may call me Tom.” He says as his fingers brush against my cheek. I send Lucius a panicked look not sure how to respond for a moment.
“She is honored again Voldemort.” He says the name our Emperor takes in battle, and I wonder what underlining meaning these honors really are.
“I’m sure she is.” He says as his fingers travel down to my neck. I realize too late that my seat gives him the perfect access to the mark.
I let out a gasp and move away from his hand when the digits brush over my skin.
“I thought you liked pain my dear?” The Emperor asks sounding curious as he looks to Lucius. Did he really tell the Emperor about the things we do in bed? I blush at the thought and look to my husband as well.
“She enjoys it immensely, but I think the mark you so thoughtfully placed on her neck frightens her too much to be a source of pleasure.” Lucius explains and I can’t help but hide my face now behind my hands.
“You don’t like to be a little frightened Ginevra?” The Emperor asks forcing me to look at him once more.
“I don’t know your Majesty.” I tell him honestly.
“Tom.” He insists again before servants start to enter with the first course and wine. I take water with my meal, which seems to amuse him all the more.
“My healer says it is better for the child.” I explain trying to act as if we are more familiar.
“We’re going to be great friends Ginevra, you must see that.” He says giving me a dark smile.
“Is Miss Hermione not joining us tonight?” I ask instead of answering his question
“Yes, I thought you would be seeing a great deal of your newest companion?” Lucius chimes in obviously approving of the subject change.
“You will be of course, but I wished for this supper to just be us so we can all understand each other.” The Emperor says carefully. “I must ask you a favor in regards to Miss Granger.” He says turning to me. He makes favor sound like a threat.
“Whatever you need Tom.” I say trying not to seem intimidated.
“Good. I think it would just distress her to know of our little flirtations, and I would rather not distress her.” He says and I understand perfectly what he is asking.
“I understand.” I tell him with a nod. “It is none of her concern.” I say lightly.
“I am glad we understand each other, hopefully soon we will have a more intimate understanding.” He says ending in a slightly husky voice.
“Are you sure it wouldn’t be better to focus on understanding Miss Granger?” Lucius comments lightly.
The Emperor chuckles and shakes his head. “Miss Granger will never be my Mistress and obviously not my wife. Fortunately I can focus on several things at once.”
“But I thought Lady Lestrange was your Mistress?” It was very common knowledge in the empire.
“She was for some time, but I have decided I need a new distraction as she grows more and more tiresome.”
“A wife can be very distracting.” Lucius says easily as he smiles at me.
“Your wife is very distracting.” The Emperor counters. “If they all could be so it would be a much easier life. No I don’t think I’ll ever be taking a wife, unless I find myself in need of a political alliance.”
“What about your heirs?” I ask because I’ve read the law, and it doesn’t seem the Emperor is exempt from having three sons if he can.
“Yet another reason to find a more fertile Mistress.” He says with a smirk for me.
“What?” I ask like a stupid person and shoot a panicked look to Lucius.
“I’ve been bedding Bella for years with no happy outcome. I think it is time to try something new.” He says as he reaches out to touch my cheek. “It would be a great honor to be mother to my heir.
“Yes, any woman would be more than honored, but you know taking a virgin can lead to powerful children.” Lucius says and I blush as I look down at my stomach.
“That kind of rite requires the marrying of said virgin.” The Emperor counters as he drops his hand from me again. “Did you invoke such magics on your wedding night Lucius?” He asks curiously and I think back to all the ritual around our first coupling.
“Yes my Lord, we married under the Liga Magia rite.” He explains something I don’t understand.
“Did you?” He asks sounding impressed. “She was powerful enough to participate in that rite?” He asks smiling at me.
“She is powerful in her own right.” Lucius agrees with pride in his voice, and I have to wonder how he knew I was powerful before our wedding.
“Look at me, my dear.” The Emperor commands as he moves my chin to face him. “Do you know what you’ve promised your husband?” He asks with a smile that makes me frown.
“Your Majesty!” Lucius tries to interrupt but the Emperor just waves him off.
“No.” I say looking to my husband out of the corner of my eye.
“He doesn’t want you to know his plans for you. But there are benefits to keeping my interest.” He says with a cruel smile.
“Your Majesty she won’t understand, please stop. I will tell her when she is ready.” My husband says sounding panicked.
“There are three kinds of binding in our world Ginevra.” The Emperor continues as he ignores Lucius. “The binding of the mind, the body, and the core of magic. The Liga Magia rite has those to be wed, sort of promise to be bonded to their partner in all ways.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I say, wondering what has Lucius so upset. “Isn’t that what marriage is supposed to be?”
Lucius-
“Look at me my dear.” The Emperor commands taking Ginevra’s face in hand. I wish he would stop touching her so freely. “Do you know what you’ve promised your husband?”
“Your Majesty!” I gasp putting up my hand before he ruins my plans for my wife. He waves his hand to try and silence my protests.
“No.” She says glancing in my direction. She is worried, she doesn’t want any of this anymore than I do.
“He doesn’t want you to know his plans for you. But there are benefits to keeping my interest.” The Emperor coos as he works to seduce my wife right in front of me.
“Your Majesty she won’t understand, please stop. I will tell her when she is ready.” I ask because there is nothing else I can do now.
“There are three kinds of binding in our world Ginevra.” The Emperor continues ignoring me. “The binding of the mind, the body, and the core of magic. The Liga Magia rite has those to be wed, sort of promise to be bonded to their partner in all ways.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad. Isn’t that what marriage is supposed to be?” She asks a bit shyly as she knows she is obviously missing something.
He actually runs his thumb over her lips then and smiles at her as if he’s caught her in a trap.
“Your body already belongs to him, as his belongs to you. That promise was fulfilled when you two consummated your marriage. If your child was in fact conceived as the promise was fulfilled it will be quite talented in the magical arts.”
She places her hand on her stomach as she thinks about our child growing inside of her.
“That is enough, please your Majesty.” I try once again and at least he finally drops his hand from her chin.
“You two have more control over each other’s bodies than you would think. This is probably adding to how very fit you are for one another.” The Emperor explains and I never really thought of that connection before.
She blushes again and frowns as she is obviously trying to decide if that is true.
“Tell me Ginevra, did you enjoy a good spanking growing up?” He asks amused as he thinks it is the marriage rite that turned my wife into a masochist.
Her breath catches in just the right way to tell me exactly what she is thinking. The Emperor’s smile grows into a delighted grin, as he too understands her reaction.
“You did in a way didn’t you?” He asks happily. “You are a divine little creature Ginevra.” He says as she looks away embarrassed.
“Next there is the binding of the mind.” The Emperor starts and I wish he would just drop this.
“Your Majesty…” I interrupt again making him finally look over at me with a glare.
“Hold your tongue Lord Malfoy before I hold it for you.” He growls because I keep interrupting his fun. I wonder if this is how Lord Lestrange felt when the Emperor was courting his betrothed.
“Where was I? Oh, yes the binding of the mind. I’m nearly sure you have already fulfilled that promise as well, if Lucius is half as smart as I think he is. Have you ever given over to his control completely surrendering yourself to him?”
Ginevra looks between the two of us obviously remembering doing just that to me several times in our short marriage.
“I thought so. But he has never given himself back, and I am absolutely sure he never will. The effect of this is not mind control such as the Imperious. No, this control will let your thoughts be your own, they will just lean ever so gracefully towards his benefit. What do you think of that my dear? I am sure you are finding yourself being more and more fond of your husband as time goes by.”
She blinks at the question and I notice there is a glassy look to her eyes. If she starts crying in front of the Emperor there will be no stopping his amusement.
“I am very fond of Lucius.” She says tightly as she works to control her own emotions. I reach my foot out under the table to tap hers and give my support in the only way I can just now. “But he is also very fond of me. Have you not noticed how he is true to me as I am to him?” She asks the Emperor boldly.
“I have noticed.” The Emperor smirks. “Maybe he fulfilled the promise accidentally.” He muses looking over to me with interest. “You’re not usually so careless though.”
“I seem to have walked into this conversation blindly your Majesty.” I say trying to keep my voice calm as well.
“That only leaves the magical binding, where you will be able to tap into each other’s magical cores to supplement your own power. Would you like to know how that promise is fulfilled?”
“I assume I must give over in some magical way? Let my husband control my core willingly for some greater purpose that will arise.” She guesses pulling her foot away from my touch.
“Exactly. I’m always pleased when quick minds are found in such pretty packaging.” The Emperor says before taking a bite from his dinner.
“I will be sure to watch out for such things.” She says and gives me a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
My wife is smart enough to know that the Emperor is trying to create a wedge between us. So she is not about to show him that he is, in fact succeeding.
We spend the rest of dinner talking about the political landscape. Ginevra says little, but watches us with curious eyes as she is taking in everything we say. Every so often, she will make an insightful comment on the subject and I can’t help but feel pride that she is mine.
When we finally retire for the night I take her arm, but she feels a bit stiff against my side. She is silent for the walk back to our room, not looking at or even acknowledging that I am there. I leave her to her own musings for now. It isn’t truly safe to speak in the halls anyway.
Once we are alone in our rooms though she quickly turns on me with a scowl. “Are you really trying to control my every emotion?” She asks crossing her arms over her chest.
I knew this was coming. “Do you think if I was we would be having this conversation?” I snap back.
“I started to believe you wanted me for something more than a breeding mare.” She says looking away. “But you’ve always treated me like a pet more than a wife.” She says throwing my name for her back at me.
“And you enjoy it!” I point out as I stomp my foot. “You want to be owned, why can’t you just admit that and be done with it!” I say taking two strides towards her so I can grab her arm and shake some sense into her. “Stop letting what you think you are supposed to be or have and enjoy what you actually want.”
“You’re using magic against me!” She yells trying to pull away from me, but I will not let her go. “How do I even know what I want?”
“As you pointed out yourself I am just as vulnerable to the magic you little brat! No matter what I originally planned I belong to you!” I admit what I now know to be true. “Somewhere along the way I gave myself to you.”
She looks up at me with wide eyes, searching my expression for the truth and shakes her head, as she doesn’t want to believe what I am saying. “I don’t believe you. Why would you do this to me in the first place if you didn’t just want to use me?” She asks pulling away and this time I let her go.
“In the first place? You know perfectly well why I married you in the first place.” I tell her coldly. “I still get much enjoyment from owning you and flaunting it in your father’s face. I’ve never hidden that from you.”
“Then why did you hide this magic from me?” She asks blushing because she knows I’m right.
I sigh looking down at her as I try to control my temper once more. “I want to own you completely. If you knew about my plans you would be more guarded against them.” I tell her honestly.
I watch as her jaw shifts while she tries to think of how to respond, but I beat her to it. “I should have told you about my plans as soon as I realized that you wanted to be owned.”
She looks away from me now frowning. “What happens if all promises are fulfilled?” She asks softly taking another step away from me.
“The rite will empower the one who has fulfilled the promises.” I tell her simply. “It doesn’t grant the kind of control that you think. You or I would never be an unthinking slave or anything of that sort.”
“But you would be able to use this power as well.” She says looking up at me. “You would be able to stop me from using my own power.” She says as her fast little mind works on the problem.
“Yes.” I agree because it is true.
“Is there any way to undo the rite?” She asks shaking her head.
“You could kill me.” I offer and she snaps her eyes to look up at me. “But you would never do that. Not because I have somehow enchanted you, but because you care for me.”
“You tried to stop the Emperor from telling me because you were planning to trick me into giving you everything that I am.” She tells me coldly. “How could I ever care about you?” She asks before turning her back and heading into the bedroom where she slams the door.
I walk over to the small bar in my sitting room and pour myself some cognac. She needs time to cool off, and I need a drink. I bring the bottle with me over to a comfortable chair and place it next to me before summoning a book.
Only once I am comfortable do I hear a knock at the door. I am in no mood to deal with anything else, but if it is the Emperor, it isn’t as if I can deny him.
“Come in.” I call because I do not wish to get out of my spot.
“We need to talk.” Severus says looking around the room for a moment before I motion to the bedroom door.
I pull out my wand pointing toward the door so we can talk without my wife overhearing.
“I don’t know why you're in a huff. You didn’t just have dinner with the Emperor.” I tell him frowning about my plight. “Do you think he ever bedded Narcissa, or is this because my wife is young and beautiful? I would like to think it is about her, and not about ruining my day.”
“You should keep a close eye on her while she is at the palace.” He says getting a glass himself before pouring some cognac from my bottle and making himself comfortable.
“So why do we need to talk?” I ask him because I’m really in no mood for company.
“The Emperor isn’t the only one you need to worry about. The Potters and their dog are visiting the palace as well.” Severus says with a sneer. “I’ve heard their brat talking about kindling a friendship with your poor wife.”
“They never come to the palace.” I say sitting up as I remember how that teen was looking at my wife at the ball.
“They are here for the same reason you’re here, Hermione.” He says shaking his head. “His Majesty is determined to make her feel like she is one of us.”
“Well I can’t very well keep an eye on her with the fight we’re having.” I snap in frustration. “She will need some major release to calm down after tonight.” I say getting up and pacing with my glass still in my hand.
“Fight?” Severus asks curiously.
“Please tell me you’re not here to report to him, I can’t deal with that right now.” I say glaring back at Severus. “He is being relentless in his advances on her. I didn’t think it would be this bad or I would postponed our trip here.”
“What happened?”
“He told her the details of our wedding rite!” I growl throwing the drink at the ground as I get worked up once again. “How am I supposed to smooth that over with someone like her?”
“Finish the ritual.” Severus says as if it is just so simple.
“She would never finish it.” I tell him as if he is insane.
Severus sighs and looks at me as if I’m being thick. “You’ve already given her body and mind Lucius, give her your magic.”
“You don’t know that!” I snap because that is an even crazier idea.
“I know you Lucius. I know how she enthralls you. If you freely give her your magic than she can trust you won’t take advantage of her. With as good and in love as she is, she may simply return the favor and the rite can be completed as it was always supposed to be. That rite isn’t about domination. If you don’t believe me show her the original script, tell me how she sees those words.”
“If I show her, she will see how much I wanted to own her.” I remind him and he just shakes his head.
“Show her tonight Lucius, or risk her being taken away.” He says getting to his feet.
Ginny-
After I slam the door and lock it so that he won’t come after me, I sit exactly where I was standing by the door and pull my knees to my chest as best as I can. I start to tremble before the tears actually come, and it is a blessing I held them back before any of the others could see my weakness.
I’m not sure how long I sit like that, cold and thinking about nothing at all. When I hear a knock on the outer door. A moment later, I hear Lucius telling the person to come in.
“We need to talk.” Master Snape says and I find myself moving closer to the door. There is nothing for a long time after that, before I realize they must have put a silencing spell up on the door.
Licking my lips, I pull out my wand. I am in no mood to be a good girl right now so I start casting dispelling charms until I can hear them again. After the third spell I hear Lucius, I smile to myself and move even closer to the door.
“They never come to the palace.” He says and I wonder whom they are talking about.
“They are here for the same reason you’re here, Hermione. His Majesty is determined to make her feel like she is one of us.”
“Well I can’t very well keep an eye on her with the fight we’re having.” Lucius snaps harshly as if it is my fault. “She will need some major release to calm down after tonight.”
“Fight?”
“Please tell me you’re not here to report to him, I can’t deal with that right now. He is being relentless in his advances on her. I didn’t think it would be this bad or I would postponed our trip here.”
“What happened?”
“He told her the details of our wedding rite!” He yells and I hear something glass shatter. “How am I supposed to smooth that over with someone like her?” Lucius says and I wonder what he means, someone like me? What is someone like me?
“Finish the ritual.” Severus answers simply and I made a face at the door.
“She would never finish it.” My husband says and I have to agree with him.
I hear a heavy sigh before Snape speaks again. “You’ve already given her body and mind Lucius, give her your magic.”
“You don’t know that!” Lucius snaps and I widen my eyes at the very idea. He would never do that.
“I know you Lucius. I know how she enthralls you. If you freely give her your magic than she can trust you won’t take advantage of her. With as good and in love she is, she may simply return the favor and the rite can be completed as it was always supposed to be. That rite isn’t about domination. If you don’t believe me show her the original script, tell me how she sees those words.”
“If I show her, she will see how much I wanted to own her.” Lucius says and now I am truly confused.
“Show her tonight Lucius, or risk her being taken away.” Snape warns ominously.
Me being taken away from Lucius? My first impulse is to be frightened of the idea, but is that just the rite taking effect on me? I am kneeling at the door thinking things over. I’m so distracted in my own mind I don’t hear Lucius unlock the door and when he opens it he startles me. I think I started him as well with my proximity to the door.
“How much did you hear?” He asks and when I look up at him, he has a frown on his lips and a very old scroll in his hand.
“Who are you worried about coming to the palace?” I ask because I’m pretty sure that answers his question too.
“Master Potter.” He says in actual honesty. “He is taken with you and made a good impression on your family at the ball.”
“But I already belong to you.” I point out tilting my head.
“Do you?” He asks smirking.
“We’re married, and I am having your child.” I point out not liking that look.
“Come sit with me.” He says helping me to my feet so we can both sit on the bed. I am too confused to be angry with him still, but I know that feeling may return. “Your family is working to get our marriage contract voided at least. It cannot undo our marriage rite, but it would mean legally you belong to them again.”
“I didn’t know.” I say frowning a bit, as I look down at my hands. It is weird to think my family has been taking action.
“If they were to succeed before you had our child he would be a Weasley and not a Malfoy under the law. Your father would acknowledge him, and I would be forbidden from doing so.”
“How could my father acknowledge my son?” I ask frowning because that isn’t the way things work.
“He would adopt him as a son.” He says as if it’s all so simple.
I crinkle my nose. “But I can’t share a son with my father.” I say wondering why they are trying to make such a thing happen.
“Under the law you wouldn’t be. He would be considered your brother. You would have no rights to him as a mother either.”
I shake my head as I put my hands over our child. Why would my parents do such a thing to me?
“For the future they want, it would be the best option. You could then be remarried without shame.”
“When did this all happen?” I ask wondering why he is telling me now.
“They started the true legal complaints just after the ball. I believe the Potters are helping them with the process. Their boy has an eye for you, and they are wealthy enough to help your family the way I thought I already had. Of course they would owe me the bride price back if they took you from me.”
“Is this all true, or are you trying to manipulate me some more?” I ask frowning at him. “Why tell me now?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “I can show you the documents I’ve received. I was trying to protect you from this scandal. But I see now that I can’t do that.” He says and reaches his hand up to touch my face before pulling it away in second thought.
“I don’t know what I want.” I tell him as I look away quickly.
“Severus thinks you will see different meaning in the description of our marriage rite than I do. He thinks if I show you this, and fulfill the last promise that things can heal between us.”
“I don’t see how when you’ve kept this from me, and manipulated me from the start.”
“In my defense it is something you enjoy about me. But I will leave you with this text and sleep on the couch this evening. I know you are angry with me, but you truly cannot leave this room without me during our stay here.”
“Okay.” I agree and he gets to his feet leaving the scroll on the bed as he makes his way to the door.
“After all of this. I guess I have to admit that I actually love you Ginevra.” He says then closes the door leaving me alone in the room.
I glance at the scroll and shake my head at it. What if it’s just another manipulation? I turn my back on it and call Heety to actually go through the work of getting ready for bed. I don’t even look at the scroll again until I pull back the covers on my side and it falls to the ground.
With a sigh, I pick it up and sit down on the bed once more. I unroll it because even if it is a manipulation I do want to know more about our wedding rite. Skimming it I see he is right, this was the exact ritual we performed, down to the description of how the magic would feel.
I find the description of what the ritual is supposed to do exactly and read the words carefully.
To bind in marriage with a promise of ownership.
Three promises are made: Body, Mind, Magic.
Promises may go unfulfilled, but the power is held with strength.
I blink at the simple words and frown as I look at the door. He thought this ritual would give him power over me. I look down at the words once again chewing on my bottom lip.
Setting the scroll down I walk to the door to find Lucius laying on the couch as if he was actually planning to sleep there.
“Promises may go unfulfilled, but the power is held with strength.” I say making him look up at me. “Have you ever seen that ritual performed before you decided upon it?” I ask making my way over to him in my nightgown.
“No. It is too risky of a ritual to do with someone who knows what it is.” He says sleepily as he watches me suspiciously. I kneel down by him so I can look into his eyes. “It’s very powerful magic Ginevra.”
“It’s love magic Lucius. Promises may go unfulfilled, BUT power is held with strength. I never feel stronger than when I surrender myself to you.” I try to explain. “It is a ritual not to go into lightly, but you were giving me all the power from the start.
“This is what Severus thought you would see in those words.” He says brushing hair from my face. “And you don’t think that maybe this is another trick?”
“I love you Lucius.” I admit and straighten my back. “I am adjusting to your world, and I know love is not a strength here. But in my world it is.” I put my hand over the spot I always imagine my magic flowing and try to surrender it into my hand.
“I know the Emperor told me all of this so I will be parted from you and more vulnerable to his advances.” I say as a light forms in my hand. “But until I read that I couldn’t trust my own feelings for you. The magic doesn’t make feelings; it strengthens them. I give myself to you completely, because I am already strong.” I tell him as I pass the light to him. I know it is the ritual that is helping me keep this promise, and I am glad for it, because I want it all out of the way.
“You actually trust me with this power?” He asks as he looks down at the light in his hand.
“You may use it against me, but if experience says anything, only in the most delicious ways.” I say feeling a bit bold, but blushing nonetheless.
Lucius sits up and closes his hand around the light until it disappears completely. “You are mine completely and always.” He says as he is still looking down into my eyes.
I smile sadly at him, but nod my head as I wonder what he will do now.
“I don’t think I have ever been so trusted by anyone in my entire life.” He says cupping my cheek as he studies me for a long time. “Severus says I could give you mine, complete the ritual.” He adds something we both already know.
“It would make us stronger together.” I tell him but I don’t expect him to be able to make such a surrender, even if he does care for me.
“But a Master never surrenders in the same way as his pet.” He says after a long silence.
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