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The Noble House of Malfoy	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8224 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I had been taken
down yet another hallway which looked like it had once been an old servants
section now converted to some guest rooms and other rooms. Mr. Lucius Malfoy tapped his wand on one door
that opened magically for him. Obviously it was meant for lower ranking guests
or head servants, but to me it was still the most elegant, large and opulent
room I had ever been in. A large twin bed was in the room, along with several
lamps and candelabras, there were cherry wood dressers and a nightstand and
even some nice landscape paintings on the walls as well as the every present
Malfoy Family Crest. I could not help but give a small gasp of surprise.

�What?� the dark
lord of the manor smirked slightly, �Are you saying this does not meet with
your approval?�

�Oh! No, no sir, it
is lovely!� I gingerly walked in, �It is the most lovely room I have ever
seen.�

�Well,� he leaned on
the doorframe, �Then that is saying something about your past isn�t it.� It was
a cold barb and I wanted to both smack him and kneel at his feet in the same
breath.

�Right there.� He
suddenly straightened up, his eyes fastened on me like two icy swords. �What
were you thinking just now?�

I shook my head in
embarrassment and tried to turn away. �Just how gracious you are for giving me
such a nice room to stay in.� I tried thinking of an answer quick.

�You lie to me girl,
and I shall not have it, not as Master of my own house.� His strong but smooth
hand was again instantly on my shoulder but this time hard and unyielding. �I
am a strong wizard, and a highly successful businessman, so believe me; you
will not win at trying to defy me. Now, what were you thinking?�

I had not even
noticed his wand was out, and as a squib I had no idea what the warm and
comfortable feeling was that was overcoming me, for he was using an imperius
curse to try and get me to tell the truth to him. �Answer me.� His voice kind
but yet not to be denied swam through my skull like an exotic and heady scent.

�I wanted to kneel
at your feet and show gratitude to you�Master.� I barely whispered, not even
realizing my voice was spilling such deeply personal and embarrassing thoughts.

�Then do so.� He
released my shoulder and stood even straighter even more commanding.

Obediently I felt my
muscles slowly sink down as I nimbly kneeled before him, my head touching the
stone cold floor near his feet and my arms pulled behind my back as the
ultimate sign of submission to him.

�Oh lovely indeed,�
he murmured low under his breath. �You do indeed have potential my dear.�

He swiftly kneeled down near me and one hand
came out and stroked my hair as one would a favored dog, my whole body trembled
like a live wire and I could feel my most intimate parts come alive with such
feelings of arousal I thought I would cry. He held his hand out in front of my
face. �Show your respect and gratitude then.� He said calmly.

Without hesitation,
with grace I didn�t even know I had I carefully touched my lips to the warm
smooth flesh of his hand, kissing it gently and trailing my lips down the
strong knuckles and to the tips of his smooth fingers as he allowed me to
briefly taste them.

�Yes.� He said and
stood back up, and still I stayed kneeled down on the floor. �Good indeed
Fiona.�

I don�t know how
long I remained kneeling on that hard stone floor. It could have been 3 minutes
or nearly 30. I was only aware of every nerve alive to feel his touch, to smell
his scent, to hear that cultured voice of his. He had walked over and picked up
my small bag of belongings, and without even my permission or even asking me,
he opened it up on the bed and then glanced at pitiful and meager items. �These
clothes are shit.� He merely said, �They are gone. I shall supply you with new
clothing and new personal care items. But the books, ah�� he paused and
fingered the two books that had been handed down through my mothers� family.

�So you can read and
write then, Squib?� he asked coldly.

�Yes, Sir.� I said
still from my position on the floor, not daring to look at what he was doing
with my most private and only belongings, but sensing him there like a bright
and all engulfing sun.

�The books you may
keep, your Master is generous.� He said and gathered the rest of my shabby
items. �The rest goes. I decide what my property wears or does not wear�� he
said almost lewdly a moment. �Stand up.� He calmly said and again I obeyed him
immediately.

For the first time
since I had arrived at Malfoy Manor and in the presence of the patriarch Lucius
Malfoy I actually sensed something in him akin to pleasant excitement, like
when someone has found an unexpected diamond or won a brand new automobile.

�You shall be most fun indeed to train. I sense the natural
ability in you.� Again the eyes looked almost predatory, but this time in a
much different manner.

He once again walked
right up to me and his hand grasped my jaw, �The rules here are very simple
Fiona.� He spoke with eloquence and yet as direct orders at the same time. �I
am a man who is used to being implicitly obeyed, and I like the finest of
things. As long as you follow my rules, my training and my practices you will
live a live you could have never lived in your squalid little farm in Scotland�
he half sneered, �Disobey me, fight me and I shall show you new levels of
punishment and power you could not even imagine. However my little pet��

He paused once as
his face neared mine, I could feel the heat and strength and dominance in even
that most simple of gestures, �I shall indeed enjoy teaching you to enjoy
certain types of punishments. I think my wife Narcissa will indeed be pleased
with the purchase we have made. I know I am so far.� He released my face and
his finger this time stroked down the length of my neck down near the collar
bone, and up around my shoulder.

A soft moan escaped
my lips and then just as coldly he pulled back, stopping all contact.

�Enough for you my wench.� He nodded his head a moment, �One
doesn�t ruin a good hound the first day by over hunting him, or ride an
untrained horse into the ground. No, you will be taught slowly and surely the
fine arts I want you to know. Dinner will be served in exactly 2 hours. I will
have my house elf come to bring you fresh items for you and to give you a tour
of the servants and kitchen area. After dinner you will meet my wife and then
you and I shall talk again. I pray for your sake you make as good an impression
on Lady Narcissa, your Mistress as you have on me.� He paused for a moment. �Do
we understand one another?�

�Yes Sss�� I was
about to say, �Sir� but at that moment Sir just was not appropriate for him, he
deserved more. �Yes Master.� I spoke and inclined my head respectfully.

Obviously he was pleased at my instincts for he nodded his
own head at me a moment and with an almost softly murmured �Excellent.� He
swiftly left my room closing the door softly behind him.

I had just finished
placing my only two possessions left to me, my books neatly on the cherry-wood
nightstand when there was a soft �Crack!� behind me. Nearly terrified I spun
around and there looking at me was one of the most curious creatures I had ever
seen. I seemed to remember Mum telling me about �house elves� and how some
served very old or powerful wizarding lines, but never had I seen one, and this
one definitely nearly scared me to death.

I backed up several
paces in fear from him. �Wha� what do you want?� I half stammered.

The creature bowed
low, as though trying to placate me. �No, not be afraid of Dobby, you mustn�t!
Dobby serves the Master well. The Master said to bring this to you.� The
pitiful creature gently approached me holding out a tied bundle. He was wearing
only a dirty pillowcase and for a moment I felt a kindred call to him. I
wondered why the Malfoy�s who could afford the best, who had gotten me this
expensive dress would keep their house elf so raggedly dressed.

Cautiously I took
the bundle from the bowing and scraping house elf. �Master said you can eat
dinner in the kitchen with Dobby, Dobby will serve the Master and Mistress
tonight until you are taught how to do it.�

�Ok.� I just nodded.
Perhaps Dobby was the head servant and so I figured I had better show respect
to him as well. �Thank you.� I said.

�Tomorrow Dobby is
to show you what your duties are and where things are in the house, if you
wish.� He seemed almost as nervous and terrified as me and I was beginning to
wonder if he had done something to anger his Master and Mistress? Was that
perhaps why they were dressing him in such shabby clothing?

�Sir?� I hesitantly
asked, �Mr. Dobby?�

�Noooo!� he suddenly screeched out before
I could even ask my question. �You not call Dobby, �Sir� or �Mister�. Just
Dobby.� He seemed on the verge of hysteria.

�I�m sorry! I�m
sorry!� I quickly held my hands up in a placating manner trying to show I had
meant no disrespect. �Forgive me, I didn�t know. Please.�

He bowed low and his
eyes almost seemed to water with gratitude. �You are kind to Dobby, good person
you are Fiona. Dobby must work now, I will come later for you when it is
dinner.� And then that fast he disappeared with another soft �crack!�

Hesitantly I opened
the tied bundle, inside were fresh soaps with lavender and rosemary scents,
fresh personal items, and several elegant and soft towels, all of the items
very expensive. There was even a small bottle of a very subtle perfume and skin
lotion with the same soft lavender and rosemary fragrance. The towels bore
(like nearly everything in this house) the Malfoy crest on them and there was
something else. A simple unmarked potion with a small note that simply said �Drink this; it will remove any diseases,
parasites or illness you have bought with you. - Your Master.�

Carefully I
un-stoppered it and sniffed it cautiously for a moment. It smelled rather like
stale eggs and I was beginning to wonder what test from my Master this was, but
I closed my eyes and quickly drank it down. It was awful and for a moment I was
sure it would come back up as quickly as it went down, but then the feeling
passed and I felt a slight tingling for a moment and then I felt fine.

I placed my new
personal items in the small bathroom that connected to this room and then I lay
upon my bed and opened up �Wuthering Heights� to read it again, however I began
to picture my dark, arrogant new Master much as the brooding and enigmatic
Healthcliff but more-so. I could feel myself becoming aroused as I replayed the
events of the afternoon over in my head, the touch of my Masters fingers, the
way he had so easily commanded me, his voice, his scent� A part of me wanted to
bring release to myself right there and then, but I was too shy to do so. What
if somehow the Malfoy�s could spy on me magically? Never could I live that
embarrassment down!

Dobby came and got
me for dinner nearly 2 hours later and he and I sat quietly in the kitchen as
we ate some roast beef and broiled potatoes and green beans with almonds and
hollandaise sauce. Never had I eaten
such a scrumptious meal, a few times I had tried to whisper to Dobby as we
silently ate, but he hushed me gently with the words �Not speak while Master
and Mistress are in the next room eating.� He pointed past the double doors.
�They would get very mad indeed.�

I just nodded
silently and savored my meal as I could hear Lucius� voice speaking to that of
another cultured woman. I was sure it was the elegant Narcissa Malfoy, the lady
of the manor I had only glimpsed in the portrait. Dobby was back and forth out of the kitchen
several times as he went to serve wine, clean up and then serve after dinner
liqueurs to his Masters. I had begun to fill the sinks to wash the dishes when
Dobby came in and nearly had another heart attack. �Oh no! You not do that.
Dobby do!� he quickly scrambled around snatching dishes out of my hand and
using magic to make the dishes begin cleaning themselves in the water.

�Well what am I
supposed to do?� I asked half in exasperation.

�Master says he
wants to see you in the conservatory in 10 minutes. Dobby will show you where
it is, but Master says to clean up, let your hair down and prepare yourself.�
The small creature explained.

I nodded and then
just glumly went to my room to follow the instructions. I took the braids out
and allowed my long fiery red hair to cascade over my shoulders, and I took
some of the lotion the Malfoy�s had provided and smoothed it on over my arms
and legs. The feel was silky and elegant and the scent heavenly. Again there
was that �crack!� and I knew Dobby was here.
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