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In the Halls of Malfoy Manor	By : MistressLupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 9762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:Do not own these characters, though it might be nice if I did

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It wasn't hard to find Mr. Malfoy's study this time. Not when I was so determined to get there and before I had found it by accident. Wandering down the long empty halls of the manor I drifted through the moon light coming in from the windows. The silver reflected off my white night dress shadowed against my black hair. I should have worn Draco's black rode around me because anyone could see me with the bright white of my dress. So I kept close to the shadows, afraid that even if I was found, and plead that I was just looking for the kitchen, they would see right through me. Sad thing for a Slytherin, I'm not a very good liar. Well I can get most people at school to believe me but when it comes to adults, professors or parents, I have a hard time sounding convincing. But if I was found it would only be by the servants, and I don't have to explain myself to them.
Finally I got to the long hall that would lead to my destination. Staying close to the wall I crept up to the door. It was open again and there was light fading through, but I could not hear the sounds of two people in rapture this time. Thinking that maybe I just wasn't close enough, I slide along the wall and popped my head in front of the doorway to look in. I only looked for a second but it was long enough to see Mr. Malfoy, alone, sitting behind his desk. I was going to just walk back to Draco's room but my one second peek into the study was long enough to trigger his attention.
"Miss. Parkinson," Lucius Malfoy called me.
"Shit," I said and immediately covered my mouth with my hand, hoping he hadn't of heard that.
As much as I wanted to turn and run back to the room, I knew I couldn't. He had seen me and alerted me that he had. No one could just run from Lucius Malfoy. I had to go in there. So, with slight panic beginning to flow through me, I turned back around and stood in the doorway.
Mr. Malfoy was sitting behind his desk looking over some papers in his hands, his long silver-white hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. I thought of how much better it looked down. Then I realized that that was a strange thought to be having about him, but then again I had been having strange thoughts lately.
"It's a bit late isn't it Miss. Parkinson," he asked, not even looking up at me.
"I was...ah...ummm...well," I began to studder. How awful the situation was becoming.
"You were...?"
"Just looking for the kitchen," I spat out, "to get a drink." Good one Pansy, it would almost be believable if it hadn't of taken a year to get out.
Mr. Malfoy finally looked up at me. Slowly he placed the paper in his hands down and sat back in his chair. "You're a long ways off from the kitchen Miss. Parkinson," he said a small hint of a smile creeping on his face.
"I got lost," I lied, hoping he wouldn't see through it.
He looked at me for a moment, the smirk only getting a little bigger before he finally said, "A drink was all you wanted. I believe I have something you might like."
Lucius rose from his high leather chair and came around his desk, brushing past me as I had moved in the room. He went to a small cove on the other side of the room hosting a tiny bar. There were various size bottles with contents ranging from clear, to a dark tan color. I knew what was in them, I wasn't stupid, but what I didn't know was why Mr. Malfoy would give me alcohol. He carefully retrieved two glasses and opened one of the bottles, pouring one of the glasses with it before opening another bottle and filling the other glass with it's tan liquid. He turned around with both glasses in his hands and handed me one.
"Have a seat Miss. Parkinson," he commanded though it sounded more like an offer then request.
With my glass in hand I took a seat in front of his desk, positioning myself on the edge of the cushioned leather chair, as if preparing to leap up at any moment. Mr. Malfoy went back to his seat behind the deep wood desk. He placed his glass on the desk, never once taking a sip, and also not taking his eyes off of me.
"I thought you were thirsty?" he asked me.
My glass had remained untouched in both my hands. I looked down for a moment and then took a sip. It was unlike any drink I had had before. I had expected Mr. Malfoy to have given me one of his hard drinks, but this was delicious, almost fruity, like raspberries and ginger ale. I felt a slight warmth flow through me and could help but shiver. Lucius smiled when he saw this.
"So Miss Parkinson, how are things going at school?" he asked, trying to make small talk.
"Alright sir, thank you for asking," I replied.
"Do you know what you want to do after you leave Hogwarts?"
"Not really sir. I've been thinking I might like to work at St. Mungo's," I told him, sipping from the glass again.
"That could be promising," he drawled
"Or maybe in some part of the Ministry."
"You know I've got some connections in the Ministry," Mr. Malfoy said as he rose from his chair and came around his desk, "if ever I can help you with anything, just let me know," Lucius offered.
"Really, thank you sir," I practically squealed.
"It's no trouble, you are after all, my only son's lass," he said, as he was now standing behind my chair. "You're almost like...family."
I was feeling a little uncomfortable with him standing somewhere behind me and me not being able to see him.
"Well,...thank you...sir."
"You welcome Mis Parkinson." He was right behind me now, I could feel his towering presence above me. "How are things with my son?"
I was a bit taken back by his question but figured he was only asking a simple question."Fine, sir."
"I hope he is treating you well?" Mr. Malfoy said, placing his hands on my shoulders.
"Yes sir, he is."
"Good, I wouldn't want to hear that my son is not doing everything in his power, to keep you happy."
He was starting to rub my shoulders with his strong hands and I felt my whole body become tense.
"Sir..."
"But perhaps there's only so much he'll do," Lucius trailed, "Perhaps he's not keeping you...pleased."
"Sir, I don't know what...."
Mr. Malfoy leaned down by my ear as he cut me off, "I know you were there last night."
I froze. I could feel my heart stop in my chest and I really thought I would die right then. In fact I kind of hoped I would. "I...umm..."
"Did you see something you liked, Miss. Parkinson?" His hands started to leave my shoulder and they slowly slipped down my pure white night dress, towards my chest.
"I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy I shouldn't have-"
"Perhaps you just need someone with more experience," he said as his hands cupped my breasts and rubbed them, "and power," he added and pinched my nipple harshly between his fingers. I gasped out and writhed in my seat. It had hurt but it shot a jolt to electricity through me that couldn't help but feel good.
"So this is what you were looking for." I heard him say as he continued to torture my now aching nipples. Too surprised to speak, all I could do was sigh as one of Mr. Malfoy's hands began to travel downward. I wasn't wearing any knickers under my dress. After sleeping with Draco hours before I didn't put then on. Now I wasn't sure if I wished I had or was grateful I hadn't. Lucius' ran down my skin. He was soft and cold to the touch, an enjoyable combination. Ever so gently he caressed my bare shaved lips, parting them and moving into my warm and wet folds.
My whole body lurched forward when his long, thin fingers came in contact with my throbbing clit. He flicked it once with the tip of his finger before pushing down hard against it and rubbing in slow circular motions.
Mr. Malfoy's other hand was still working hard on my, what I figured was now bruised, nipple. The pain only increased the pleasure coursing through me. It shot straight from my breast in his hand down the heavenly work he was doing between my legs. I almost fell over when he placed a finger inside me. My hands, which had been frozen on the sides of the chair, became heated and rushed to the place he was touching me so exquisitely. I reached down and grasped my hand over his, pushing him to take me deeper. And my other hand latched onto the arm rest of my seat, hanging on for dear life.
"Do he do this to you?" Lucius asked in my ear, "Does he make you this hot and wet, and scream out with desire,".
He pressed his thumb down hard against my clit again, watching me squirm and shriek as he did so.As if testing my stamina, he slipped one more finger into my tense and trembling drenched sex. I welcomed him and tightened my inner muscles around his firm fingers. My thighs squeezed together, holding him there till I was satisfied. My hips were impatiently bucking against his own slow in and out movement. My nails were digging into the chair beneath me and had to have been deep in his own skin as I attempted to press him on further.
When I felt myself approaching climax my whole body began acting wildly. My hips thrashing, my back arching and my head was falling from side to side. I'm not sure but I think I screamed out as I came. My eyes rolled back and my head followed as I spasmed under Mr. Malfoys touch. So slowly I ascended from the heights of my orgasm and released his hands from my penetrating nails. His hands slipped from my legs and breast's and I felt a sense of being cold and alone for a moment without him touching me. I sat there, my dress unruly in his fine leather seat -now soaked from my warm fluid- and tried to regain my breath. When I opened my eyes I saw Mr. Malfoy back behind his desk, looking at the papers he was eying before I came in. Seeing him there, looking still so refined and distinguished after what he had done to me, made me feel cheap, common, foolish and ashamed in my disheveled state.
"Good night Miss. Parkinson," he said to me, not looking up from the papers.
Brushing the hair out of my face and straightening my attire, I quickly got up and left the study, not glancing back at him as I left. I ran as fast as I could back to Draco's room. Without even thinking I found it. I didn't want to stay but I knew I couldn't leave, not like I did the night before. So I crawled back into Draco's bed and pulled the sheets up over me. As if he knew I just came in, Draco turned on his side and wrapped an arm around me, nuzzling his head into my shoulder. I couldn't stop myself from beginning to cry. Here I was next to my boyfriend, a guy who loves me, and I just had a sexual escapade with his father. And the worst part of all was that I had wanted it to happen, I had gone there wanting it but not knowing that. And of course I had loved every minute of it. He did something to me Draco could not.
Carefully I wiped my tears away, making sure not to disturb Draco, and closed my eyes, falling asleep once again, to Draco's soft snoring.
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A/N: This one was short but hopefully sweet. There might be only a few more chapters of this. I have an ending in mind but if I come up with something else I might extend this story. I hope you all liked this chapter. I migth start new fictions. I have some ideas but I'm not sure if I want to write them. Maybe....
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