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Loyalties	By : Gemma Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The marking

Lucius led Thea into the drawing room with his arm circling her waist, she in turn rested her head on his shoulder, and as Snape took in their pose he thought they looked like a honeymoon couple. So similar were their sated yet arrogant expressions, a ghost of a smile tugging at each of their lips, Thea's cheeks flushed pink in sexual arousal.
Snape was careful to keep his thoughts off his face, though glancing at Draco he could see the boy was not doing the same. His eyes were pinned jealously to his father's hand which was idly kneading at Thea's waist, his mouth brushing against her ear as he whispered something, only for Thea to throw her head back and laugh delightedly.
'Severus, how do you like the port?' Lucius asked as he strode into the room, pulling up a chair and seating himself. He held out a lazy hand to Thea, and she took it, only to find herself pulled onto Lucius' lap. This time he circled one arm lazily around her waist whilst he held out the other for a trembling house elf to place a small glass of port into his hand. With the briefest flash of cold eyes, the little elf scurried from the room.
'It's wonderful Lucius. Surprisingly fruity.' Snape replied in a cool voice, his gaze neutral.

Thea felt slightly exposed under her professor's gaze due to her current seat on Lucius' lap, but whether it was all the wine she had gulped through dinner, or simply her own heady desires, Thea felt content, sensual and safe; a word she never thought could be associated with the Malfoys. But Lucius' light grip around her waist did make her feel secure, so she brushed her self-consciousness away and focussed on enjoying herself further.
'May I?' She asked, tilting her head towards Lucius' glass of port. A lascivious smile tugged at his lips and he slowly took a sip of the port, his eyes locked on hers, before pressing his lips tight to hers so that the drink spilled from his mouth to hers.

When he pulled away, that devilishly handsome grin still on his sensual lips, Thea swirled the drink around her mouth, savouring the mixture of its fruity heat and Lucius' own taste. She swallowed, a smile on her face.
'Delicious. You're right Professor, it is very fruity.'

Lucius quirked a pale eyebrow, a laugh tumbling from his lips.
'She has great taste this one.' He directed at Snape, his arm squeezing Thea briefly.
'Apparently.' Snape said sincerely, though Thea thought she detected an undertone to his seemingly innocent phrase.
Mentally shrugging, she turned to Lucius and struck up a conversation about the wonderful wine merchant he had introduced her to, knowing that it would please him.

Snape watched as Thea chatted animatedly with Lucius, her face flushed and her eyes delighted as she talked. When she laughed it was hearty and genuine, and her body was loose and relaxed against Lucius'.

When Lucius had pressed his lips to Thea's in that heated kiss, Snape had begun to understand almost for the first time why Thea was a Slytherin. Looking at the two of them together, particularly because of the blonde of Thea's hair, they were hauntingly similar. Their movements, their predatory smiles, the sex which oozed from their pores; Snape could now see what drew Thea to Lucius and his ways.

Realising that Lucius was talking to him, Snape forced his mind back to the present, a small smile curving his thin lips.

'Shall we get down to business then, Severus?' Lucius asked as he eyed Snape's empty port glass.
'Yes.' Snape nodded, placing his glass on an elegant mahogany side table, his voice and face growing serious.
'Draco, close the door.' Lucius' voice also adopted a serious tone, and although Thea still leaned in relaxation against his strong body, she mentally tensed herself as she felt the atmosphere in the room change.

Draco flicked his wand, his lips moving in a brief incantation, and the door swung shut, the locks clicking audibly into place.
Considering her many unpleasant experiences in locked room, Thea felt a tightening in her chest, and if it hadn't been for the soft kiss that Lucius pressed against her neck, she would have felt panicked.
'Good Draco, now come here.' Lucius commanded of his son, his eyes pinned to the young man who was almost identical to him.

Looking at Draco's features in the glow of the fire, Thea thought what a carbon copy we was of his father, yet he held no appeal to her. She could see that he was very attractive, true, but he did not move her like his father could. There was an enticing sexuality about Lucius that Draco just didn't have, although Thea was sure many girls her age would disagree.

When Draco was standing in front of his father, his eyes purposefully not looking at Thea though she remained nestled on Lucius' lap.
'Kneel.' Lucius' voice was a command, and Draco obeyed. His eyes were almost on a level with Thea's now, and she smiled at him, watching as a muscle in his cheek tensed angrily.
'Roll up your sleeve. Right to the shoulder.'

Again Draco obeyed, and Snape watched it all silently from his seat, his keen eyes not missing a trick.
'Thea, my love.' Lucius breathed onto her neck, making the tiny hairs there stand on end.
'Would you shift yourself slightly to my left?' Thea obeyed, feeling as she wiggled her hips across that Lucius was growing hard in anticipation. But in anticipation of what?

Thea turned curious eyes to Snape, but his face was as unreadable as ever. His dark hair fell into his hooded eyes, and in the firelight his face was all angles and plains; harshly handsome and brooding.

Thea felt Lucius shift and then he pulled his wand free from his robe with his right hand.
'It is time for you to be marked, my boy.' Lucius' voice was neutral, but Draco jerked his head up, his eyes bright and pleased.
'I am honoured father.' He breathed passionately, and Thea could almost hear him thinking how powerful he was going to become. She fought the impulse to tut disgustedly.

Lucius was just bringing his wand to Draco's upper arm, keenly aware of his son's riveted gaze and loving the power he was wielding. Suddenly he stopped, a smile spreading across his face at Draco's confused and disappointed look.
'My love,' Lucius said to Thea, 'I want your assistance here. Take my wand.'
The silence in the room suddenly seemed weighted. To touch another's wand was a great act of trust, and as far as Thea knew Lucius had never allowed such a thing before.

Careful to keep her hand steady, Thea took the wand from Lucius' elegant fingers, a thrill crashing through her as their skin brushed against each other. Once her fingers curled around his wand Thea jerked slightly in Lucius' lap, not hearing the slight intake of his breath at her movement, so lost was she in the sensations that throbbed through her body due to his wand.

The power of it was great of course, but that was not what shook her. It was the vividness of her perception of the power that amazed her. She could almost feel a cool breeze stirring her hair, taste an ice cold tang of flavours that embodied Lucius and his desires, and the throbbing passion of this energy made wetness flood to Thea's groin.
'Lucius.' She breathed quietly, sensing him smile.
'Yes, my pet. Do you like how that feels?' He spoke so lasciviously that it sounded like he was asking her this question in the middle of an intimate moment.
'I do.' Thea replied, aware of Snape's gaze on her face. She looked up to meet his eyes, and was lost momentarily in their depths. What are you thinking? She mused, unaware that her fingers were massaging the wand in small, sensual movements.

Lucius wrapped his hand around hers, so that both of them were holding the wand, and a new wave of power flooded through Thea making her gasp quietly. Lucius chuckled into her ear, his breath warm, stirring her hair.
Slowly he moved their hands down to Draco's arm, so that the wand tip barely touched the skin of Draco's upper arm.

Lucius then muttered something Thea couldn't quite make out, and power seemed to surge through the two of them, joining together in the wand to shoot out and burn the Dark Mark into Draco's pale skin.

Draco bit his lip against the pain but did not cry out, yet as the power flushed through Thea, she could not stop the small cry that flew from her mouth.

When it was over, Draco rose his hand gingerly to the mark, his eyes drawn to it blackness. Thea trembled slightly on Lucius' lap, feeling his erection press into her, his mouth kissing along her neck.
'Welcome to the order, son.' Lucius' voice was viciously triumphant.
'Thank you Father.' Draco replied in a voice that barely shook, though it was plain to see that he was in a lot of pain.
'Leave now.' Lucius ordered with a shake of his hand, and this time Draco obeyed, pausing to nod politely at Severus before exiting, the door swinging shut behind him.

'And now, my dear.' Lucius murmured between the hot kisses he planted on her jaw, 'it's your turn.'
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