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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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Lucius-
It’s been three months since we came to court, and the Emperor has decided to extend our stay a while longer. He claims he needs me on hand as these ruffians in the countryside seem more and more organized.
He also claims that he must give the Weasley petition a proper amount of attention so he doesn’t seem like a biased judge. He has told the brood that he will keep my wife and I here until the matter is settled. The idiots thanked him of course, because they don’t see his real reasons the way I do.
He will side with me in the end for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact he wouldn’t be able to bed her himself if she becomes promised to someone they deem deserving.
I pace the floor of the court as I wait for the head idiot himself to arrive and make yet another case his Majesty will have to ‘consider’.
The redheaded moron walks into the room and I sneer at him because my need to kill something grows with each passing day. Maybe I will suggest a hunt for the court’s entertainment soon.
“Do you really think quantity over quality will ever do you any good?” I ask hatefully as we now wait for the Emperor. “As far as I can tell you have one quality child as well.”
“You’re not going to intimidate me Malfoy!” He growls back waving some scroll at me. “I have proof of what kind of man you are.”
The Emperor enters just then so we both bow lowly to him in respect. I decide to start so maybe we can get this over with quickly and I can get back to what my wife was doing to me this morning. The thought of her lips wrapped around my member calms me a bit.
“Your Majesty I must protest. He has already put in no less than fifteen claims against me in the past four months. If there was so much wrongdoing to find out about me why didn’t he find all this out before signing the wedding contract?”
“If you see here your Majesty that is exactly what I wanted to bring to your attention today. I never actually signed the wedding contract.” He says stepping forward and handing a footman the scroll in his hand.
“First of all your Majesty I have seen the ancient bond laws of the Weasley line. There is a reason Lady Weasley signed instead of the Lord. It is the woman of the house that manages her daughter's marriages. He is blatantly trying to manipulate this petition.” I say and my words are easily provable so I don’t know what Weasley is trying.
“Do you have proof of your words?” The Emperor asks because I knew he would.
“The records of such things can be found in the palace archive. I can have them sent to you tonight.”
“Good. Is there anything else you wish to add Lord Weasley?” He asks turning to the other man politely.
“Is that really all the consideration you are giving to the fact I didn’t even sign the contract? We are talking about the law of the land your Majesty. Surely if my family does have some odd, very old tradition it cannot overpower the law of the Empire?”
“I said I would give this matter review, he does get to present evidence as well, and he is a peer after all. As for family law versus Empire law, in matters of marital bonding the tradition of bloodlines must be respected, or there can be great consequences to that line. Now is there any other matter that needs my attention, because you are keeping me from lunch with a beautiful woman.”
“Beautiful woman your Majesty?” I ask because that could very well be my wife and I really don’t need him to start making plans without telling me.
“Miss Granger.” He says giving me a knowing smile before giving Weasley is attention once more.
“Nothing I can think of at this time your Majesty.” He says bowing and looking rather nervous.
“Lucius, will you walk with me, before going to the archives.” The Emperor asks and I bow my head while Weasley leaves. I frown at his back because there is something very off about this new petition.
“Of course your Majesty, how may I serve you?” I ask as I fall into the space next to him as he heads towards his private section of the palace.
“I wanted to know how Ginevra is doing here at the palace.” He says and I know he uses her first name because he likes to see me react.
“She is doing well your Majesty.” I tell him with a smile. “I think she enjoys having your pet as a companion.” I admit pleasantly.
“Yes, Hermione is happy to have someone around her age to talk to.” The Emperor agrees. “Your wife is doing me a valuable service in being her friend.”
“Did you say you were having lunch with the girl?” I ask because I refuse to say its name.
“Yes, that is where I am going. Why do you ask?”
“I thought she was having lunch with my wife.” I tell him with a frown. “Ginevra has no other friends here.”
“It was planned to be a private lunch, but you know I would always welcome your wife into my private rooms.”
“Of course your Majesty, you are too kind. May I check if she is with your girl? With how quick that petition went maybe I could actually eat with my wife for once.”
“He really is getting desperate if he is bringing such things to my attention. If you can prove his lie as easily as you say, than this one is a non-matter.” He says with a wave of his hand.
“Yes I found it odd that he would even bring this up. Maybe he was expecting you to support national law over family tradition?” I offer as it makes me uncomfortable to think about for some reason.
“Maybe, but why then did he push to waste more of my time. Do you think he feels insulted that I do not give worthless claims so much of my time?”
“I don’t know what goes on in that man’s mind. He makes all this fuss, but they have made no move to try and actually speak with their daughter to see what she wants.”
“He’s told me privately that they are worried you have her under some kind of spell that would make that encounter unpleasant.”
I sigh and shake my head. “Honestly I wanted to part her from them as much as I could, but I know it saddens her to feel like such an outsider now.”
When we enter the Emperor’s private dining room I find the mudblood sitting alone with her nose stuck in a book.
“Darling Hermione.” He greets as he shifts into full seduction mode. “Lucius wanted to know if you had plans with his wife this afternoon?” He asks and walks over and barely brushes her face with his hand. He needs her to want him for his plan to work.
“After lunch we were thinking of a walk in the gardens.” She says giving me a pleasant smile. “I’m not sure what she’s doing now.” She adds with a shrug.
“Thank you Miss Granger, I will go find her.” I say with a bow to the Emperor so I can leave him to his own distractions.
As I walk back to my own rooms I start to fantasize about how I am going to make it very hard for her to take that walk later.
Ginny-
The Emperor keeps extending our stay here in the palace and I don’t quite know if it is a blessing or a curse. On one hand, it is nice to be around other people, and not be trapped with only Lucius as company. On the other hand, the Emperor keeps pursuing me, even now that I have started to feel like a whale. I have had to get several new dresses, while here, as my bump all too quickly has developed to a large bulge.
Lucius is rather good at making me feel sexy, and if I must admit it, the Emperor’s advances have helped in that regard. However, when I am alone, with my feet swelling and generally just feeling uncomfortable in my own skin, I feel like a cow.
Hermione is going to have lunch with the Emperor this afternoon and I am actually rather looking forward to laying comfortable on the couch with tea, cake, and a new book Lucius has gotten me.
As I settle in to try and get comfortable for a few hours there is a knock at the door. I wasn’t really planning to have guests, even though I may have told Lucius I was having lunch with a friend so he wouldn’t bother me either. My books can be friends.
With a frown, I try to decide if I could get up or just unlock the door with my wand. “Who’s there?” I call because I honestly don’t wish to be bothered, but if it is Hermione of course I would let her in.
“Master Potter.” Harry says and I grimace. He’s been trying to talk to me since that breakfast and I really have been avoiding him. Lucius doesn’t like him, and he’s been siding with my family in this whole dispute. “Lady Malfoy, I am here to apologize.” He announces with a sigh.
With a huff, I tuck my book into my shirt and pick up my wand. Because there is no way, I will be getting up for Master Potter. With a simple spell the door unlocks and opens for my guest.
“Thank you m’Lady.” He says bowing his head before stepping into our rooms. “I was very rude last time we saw each other. Miss Granger has thoroughly convinced me that my actions were in poor taste and my assumptions are really none of my business.” He says, and it is a good start.
“You may sit.” I say motioning to a chair Hermione usually takes in the afternoon.
“I’ve brought a gift for you and one for your husband.” He says holding out a bottle in one hand and a box in the other.
“That is unnecessary.” I tell him because I don’t really care what he thinks he can buy me with.
“Please…” He starts as he sets the bottle on the table then moves to put the small box in front of me. “My mother says this helped her greatly when she was carrying me.” He says opening the box he shows me four dark brown treats that actually smell quite good.
Very little has smelled good to me recently, so I give him a smile and pick up one of the treats. “Thank you.” I say before taking a bite, and I must say they are as good as they smell.
“I feel like I put my foot completely into my mouth the last time we saw each other.” He says as he sits back in the chair I directed before. “Your brother has become a good friend of mine, and I see that maybe it would be best if you and your family were to reconcile.”
“I do wish for that Master Potter, but I'm not going to leave my husband because they have found a better choice. One that would let them keep control of Hogsmeade.”
“I wish they would come talk to you, that isn’t what they are thinking at all.” He says with a sigh as I take another of the sweets from the box.
“They don’t care what I am feeling in all of this.” I tell him sharply as I place my hand on my stomach. “Do you know if it is true that they plan to adopt my child?” I ask narrowing my eyes, because I know I can’t take everything Lucius says as law.
“Your eldest brother Bill and his wife wish to take the child in if they can…” Harry answers uncomfortably.
“So that I can be considered for a proper marriage of my parents’ choice. That is the most awful part of all of this.” I say because how could they want to take me from my child?
“But then you can have a happy life with someone that truly loves you.” He says and I narrow my eyes at him. I take a third sweet from the box so that I don’t yell at him.
Once I have control over my voice I swallow the treat. “My husband cares greatly for me. If you don’t think so why are you even here?” I ask because I see now this apology was only a trick to get me to talk to him. “What do you think this would get you?”
“I’m sorry.” He says with a sigh and shakes his head. “I’m trying not to takes sides as Hermione told me. But it is so hard when they are all so worried about you.” He says carefully.
“You don’t think my husband is worried sick about everything my family is pushing? Right now he is off to defend against some new petition.” I tell Harry as I pop the last sweet into my mouth and sit back as I savor the taste.
“I’m pretty sure that one won’t go anywhere. He is trying to dispute the fact your mother signed the marriage contract instead of him.” He explains with a shrug.
I swallow the bite and shake my head. “That is silly, that is Weasley tradition. Why would father even try such a tactic. He knows perfectly well the Emperor wouldn’t go against a bloodline tradition.”
“Honestly we needed a distraction to make sure your husband wasn’t here.” He says as he gets up.
“What?” I ask reaching for my wand as I really don’t like where this conversation is going.
As I point it at Harry I suddenly feel very lightheaded, and my vision doubles as if I am going to pass out.
“You poisoned me!” I gasp having a hard time aiming at the two Harry’s in front of me.
“You’ll be find Ginevra, we are taking you to safety.” He says as I lose my grip on my wand. “You’ll thank us for this.” He adds picking up my wand and turning to someone I can’t see. “Take her. I’ll meet you once I’ve established my alibi.”
After that, everything goes dark as I slip off into oblivion.
Lucius-
When I make it to our shared room it is oddly silent and a bit too clean. Don’t misunderstand, the servants at the palace added to my own keep my rooms immaculate, but my wife has a tendency to leave books about here and there so she always has something on hand to read now that it is getting harder for her to get around. The elves learned the hard way that putting these leavings away gains the wrath of a very short-tempered redhead.
As I look around now I don’t notice any of her books sitting around. With growing unease, I head towards the bedroom, wondering if she has made a nest for herself there, only to find it empty and clean as well.
There is a sinking feeling in my stomach that pulls me towards her wardrobe. When I open it, I have to hold the handle tightly as it is the only thing keeping me standing. The cabinet is empty and it takes me a moment to notice the note hanging on the door.
It only takes a glance to know this is a forgery. Whoever took her are sloppy and obviously didn’t know that she has been practicing her penmanship. These scribbles are not nearly as neat as Ginevra’s hand now.
I don’t even read the text as it doesn’t matter. Suddenly I find myself rushing back towards the Emperor’s private rooms. I just knew there was something off about Weasley’s complaint this morning. Now I know it was a simple distraction so he could steal my wife from me!
When I make it to the first guard he can see by my face that I am not to be questioned. He opens the door without a word, but when I get to the Emperor’s private dining room the guard isn’t so smart.
“His Majesty does not wish to be distur…” He starts to bar my way so I simply use my wand to knock him out of my way.
I find the mudblood sitting in the Emperor’s lap as he feeds her a grape. I do not have time to imagine what I am interrupting exactly.
“This better be good Lord Malfoy!” The Emperor snaps as he keeps the girl from wiggling out of his lap.
“Ginevra’s gone.” I tell him thrusting the note at him because I need him to understand quickly. “This was not written by my wife…” I start but he lets his pet stand so he can as well.
“I know.” He says darkly and looks between the girl and myself. “Do you know what this is about?” He asks thrusting it to her.
She looks confused, but I don’t care if she is the Emperor's favorite, I will kill her if she had anything to do with this.
“It’s the Weasley’s your Majesty.” I say because it really couldn’t be anything else. “They’ve taken her because they know you will side with the law and myself in the end. Today was obviously a distraction. Please stop them before she gets too far.” I beg because I have no pride when my wife and child are in danger.
“Of course. GUARDS!” Once the Emperor is in action I find that I don’t have the energy to stand.
The mudblood picks up the note the Emperor dropped and looks over it reading it softly to herself. I don’t want to hear the words these people put in her mouth, but the girl makes me listen to every word.
“My, Lord…” She starts glancing to me. “Does she ever call you that in private?” She asks making me shake my head. “I can no longer live like this. For the sake of my child I must escape your corrupting influence. Please do not look for us, if you ever loved me even a little, you would let us go. Ginny.”
Forgetting that I am supposed to be kind to this one I sneer at her. “Do you really think I needed to hear the words?” I snap.
Instead of pulling away in fear or hurt she leans forward and actually places her hand on top of mine. “Yes.” She says looking into my eyes with her big brown innocent ones. “Because if you listen you would know the truth like I do.”
“What truth is that?” I spit as I resist the urge to strike this thing across the face.
“That none of it could have ever come from Lady Malfoy’s heart. Not only is this not her hand, but it is not her mind. She didn’t run away.”
I think over the girl's words for a long moment and nod as something, ever so small, loosens within me.
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