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Shame's Desire	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 32597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N- As always I would like to thank my awesome beta, Eclectic Pet for helping me to bring this story to life. I know this is a day late, I hope everyone still enjoys it!

lexiatel- Seems like you enjoyed that chapter :)
delia cerrano- Yeah, Lucius hopes she stays feisty as well, broken toys are no fun to play with. Don't worry, you can't keep Bella down. ;)

Ginny-
I wake with the smell of him surrounding me. I’m in a bed more comfortable than I’ve ever experienced in my life but I find it hard to enjoy as my whole body aches. I lost count of how many times he sated his lust with me before the sun rose. I’d been told that as men get older their desire lessens, the ability to perform their manly duty to their wives wanes, I don’t think this is true of my husband.
When I open my eyes, I realize I’m alone in the bed and I have to sit up slowly as my body protests. When I look at myself under the covers, I realize I’m still nude, and I see marks of the night forming shadows on my skin. Bruises from grasping fingers are forming on my wrists, thighs, and hips.
I run my fingers over his marks and close my eyes as I remember enjoying each painful thrust and grip. I remind myself it was the lust potion that made me enjoy his rough treatment. My husband is the deviant that enjoys giving pain. I’m sure he even enjoyed making me like it as he did.
I would lie back down and try to sleep more if the need to use the privy didn’t suddenly overwhelm me. I look around the room I’m now in and find that it’s decorated in a very masculine style. All the furniture is made from a dark wood with carvings of dragons on the bed and wardrobe. All the textiles in the rooms are also very dark, giving the space a rich, but brooding feel to it. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to live in a room like this without having nightmares.
The head of the bed is pressed against a wall with two large windows that seem to show the gardens in the back where I had gotten married yesterday. The other three walls in the room have doors and I frown as I wonder which will get me to the privy.
Slowly I get out of bed to explore the room. I head directly to the door the bed is facing to see what is behind it. When I open the first room I find a hall, quickly closing it again as I have no coverings. I duck back into the dark room and blush deeply as I rest against the door. I frown at myself. This is my room, I will have to get used to that.
Next, I slowly move to the door to the left of the bed and open it a crack to peak before smiling and opening the door the rest of the way. On my second try, I’ve found a room with a large magical bath as well as a toilet, sink and mirror. My eyes widen at the large mirror above the sink and I walk over to it. We could never afford something so grand as this mirror back home.
I touch the glass lightly before I look passed my hand at my own reflection. My eyes widen as I notice the marks on my neck and shoulders for the first time. I press my small fingers to the marks on the larger ones and remember how he held me to make such bruises. A shudder goes down my spine and I shake my head reminding myself again that the pleasure came from the potion, not from inside of me.
I’m pulling the last of the pins from my hair when the door slams open and I see my Lord’s reflection in the mirror. He looks annoyed if not fully angry with me. I look back at him meeting his gaze in the glass as I forget about my nakedness.
“I didn’t know where you were.” He says before stepping into the bathroom and looking over my body before a smile comes to his face.
I can’t help but cover my form with the way he’s looking at me now. It makes him chuckle and shake his head. “Did you draw this bath yourself my pet?” He asks his amusement seeming to shift his mood.
“Yes, how else would it get filled?” I ask looking around for something to hide behind, something to put between us.
“A Malfoy doesn’t bathe themself. I’ll send your house elf.” He says and shakes his head.
“I don’t need a house elf to bathe me.” I say turning around to face him fully blushing at the very idea. “I can wash myself.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “You know so little; you don’t even know what you don’t know.” He says slowly moving to me so he can back me into the sink and press his clothed body into my nude form. He takes my chin and makes me look at him as he smirks at me. “You are no longer a Weasley. You are a Malfoy, which means you will act a certain way. You will dress, speak, and even smell the way I want you to. Do you understand pet?”
I bite my lower lip as I look back into his demanding gray eyes. “I just wanted to soothe the ache.” I tell him, not exactly agreeing to his demands.
He smiles at this. “Was I too rough with you last night pet? You seemed to enjoy it at the time.” He says with a knowing tone.
I flush and try to look away, but he doesn’t let me. “You drugged me.” I say with closed eyes.
“Is that what we are telling ourselves this morning?”

Lucius-
“I don’t need a house elf to bathe me.” She says turning around to face me fully blushing sweetly for me. “I can wash myself.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You know so little; you don’t even know what you don’t know.” I tell her as I move her back against the sink. I press myself against her small form pinning her where I want her before taking her chin and making her look at me. “You are no longer a Weasley. You are a Malfoy, which means you will act a certain way. You will dress, speak, and even smell the way I want you to. Do you understand pet?”
She looks back at me nervously biting her lip. “I just wanted to soothe the ache.” She tells me with an oh so sweet meek expression.
I can’t help but smile. “Was I too rough with you last night pet? You seemed to enjoy it at the time.” I say as I remember how she moaned and came for me time and time again.
She gets a bit redder; and tried to look anywhere but back into my eyes. “You drugged me.” She says closing her eyes so she can get away from having to see her lie in my expression.
“Is that what we are telling ourselves this morning?” I ask wondering if I should tell her, the potion had little to do with her reaction to my advances.
I shake my head and decide against it. If I tell her outright, she’ll dig her heels in and never let herself enjoy what I have to offer her. “When I send the house elf in here you will let her bathe you.” I tell her changing the subject. “After, she’ll take you to your room.”
“My room?” She asks sounding confused.
“It isn’t that far, don’t worry pet.” I tell her with a smirk as I let her go and leave to go about my work for the day.
I decide I’ll give her the day to explore her new domain under supervision of the house elf I’ve chosen to be her maid. She needs to feel comfortable in her new environment for me to be able to mold her into what I want her to be.
When I get to my office, I’m distracted enough by the mound of new scrolls on my desk that I miss the person sitting in shadow on my couch. I’m full seated at my desk before he decides to speak.
“Enjoying your honeymoon I see.” My dark haired friend says with an ironic tone in his voice.
I don’t react when I realize he’s there and just look up at the Empire’s Potion Master with a smirk on my lips. “More than you would think. My young bride needs a rest.”
“Rabastan said she was young.” Severus comments thoughtfully and I know what he’s asking. I was expecting this.
“She is a woman, not a child.” I say as I pull the first scroll towards me to see what is needed.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t attend the happy day myself.” He tells me and I know he’s watching me closely. “I had business with our Emperor. It seems some bandit has slain Nagini and he’s in desperate need of a new familiar.”
“How would you be helping him in this?” I ask curiously, wondering how a bandit had gotten so close to the Dark Emperor.
“He has me looking for one.” The dark man says without elaboration. “I heard Bella made a bit of a scene at the happy event.” He adds and I suddenly realize he’s here on an official visit for our Liege.
I sit back in my chair and look at him for a long moment before I speak. Severus Snape is a patent man; he would let me sit in silence for as long as I needed. “She made a fool of herself, yes.”
“Someone expressed that she accused your bride of attacking her?” My friend asks interestedly.
“She did and it seems the accusation was true.” I say knowing what he’d really been asking.
“And you have made an appropriate response?” He presses for the information he really wants.
“Not yet.” I say before I let the smirk slip to my lips. “The jeweler will be here tomorrow. I still haven’t decided if she should get a necklace or bracelet.”
“Lucius, I know you don’t like Lady Lestrange, but she is important to our Lord. Which means…” He starts and I hold up my hand to cut him off.
“The girl cast a simple leg locking hex. Bellatrix called her weak; my wife simply showed her the error in judgment.” I explain calmly.
“Your wife is very lucky she got back to you before that woman could undo such a simple curse.” Snape says but he can’t help the smirk forming on his own lips. “Do you think you may have found her replacement?” He asks curiously.
Neither of us likes the only dark witch on the Emperor’s council. We had joked for years we would find a witch to replace her so we wouldn’t have to deal with the loon any longer. But this idea hadn’t even come to me before he mentioned it.
“That’s an idea my friend. But it would take years to get her ready.” I tell him rubbing my chin.
“Then it’s a good thing she’s protected from anything Bellatrix wished to do to her replacement. At least until she gives you two more sons.” Severus says with a chuckle.
“Don’t get your hopes up my old friend. You must know who raised the girl?” I point out and shake the idea of having two council seats belonging to the Malfoys out of my head. Draco was just not interested in such things, and honestly, I hardly know my wife enough to know what she was interested in.
“That’s an interesting point, care to tell me why you chose the daughter of that imbecile Weasley?” He asked curiously again.
In answer, I only let a wide smile spread across my face.
“Was that wise of you? We are speaking of the mother of your future sons. Do you really wish them to have anything related to those good for nothings?”
“There are some things I would not mind my sons inheriting from their mother.” I tell my friend thoughtfully.
“Oh? Do tell.” He says sounding very curious.
I lean forward on my desk to organize my thoughts on the subject. “Physically she’s perfection Severus.” I tell him in an almost dreamy tone. “But what is truly appealing is the fact her very soul seems to be made of fire.”
“Well, well, it seems my dear old friend has finally found his match.” The potions master says a bit too smugly for my taste.
“I own her soul and her body. She’ll be completely mine in time.” I tell him firmly.
Severus chuckles. “Lucius, you can tell the girl that if you wish, but we both know the truth about a wedding rite.”

Ginny-
I’m more nervous about letting a house elf clean me than I was about letting my husband bed me the night before. Why does he have to make everything so hard? I quickly find a towel to wrap around my nakedness before the elf has time to get here.
When the elf enters the room, she bows her head so low her mouse like nose touches the ground. “Mistress Ginevra, I is being Heety. Heety is being Mistress’s elf. Master Lucius wants Heety to serve Mistress now.”
“Oh. Well Heety, you can call me Ginny.” I tell her I’ve never really talked much with the elves of the Manor before, but I don’t really recognize Heety either.
“Heety will drain this. Mistress Ginny didn’t fill the bath right.” The elf says and then flinches for a moment before looking up to me.
I sigh before taking a step back to give her room. “Fine, you win.” I tell her to show her I’m not mad.
“Heety can take Mistress Ginevra to her own bathroom.” The elf offered looking around for a moment. “Or would Mistress prefer to stay in Master Lucius’ bathroom?”
“I have my own bathroom?” I ask, pulling the towel more tightly around my body.
“Oh yes, Heety will take Mistress.” She says before taking my hand and leading me out into what I now assume is Lord Malfoy’s room. I wonder why we have separate rooms.
“Is it normal for Lord and…Lady Malfoy not to share a room?” I ask as the elf leads me to the door to the right of the bed.
“Mistress and Master do be sharing a room. Just not their bedrooms.” The elf says nodding so that its ears flapped a bit.
“Why?” I press looking around as we enter a lavishly decorated sitting room. This must be the room the Lord and I share. I see it’s a comfortable and causally seeming room, but I’m pulled to the next door too quickly to notice much more than that.
When Heety pulls me into the next room I’m so shocked by my surroundings I have no ideas what she’s saying. All the rooms I’ve seen in Malfoy Manor are lovely and decorated tastefully with a rich elegance. This room is the same, but everywhere I look is white; the bed, the walls, and the sheets. Every so often, there’s a hint of pale pink or purple, but it’s only there to make everything look more…white.
This is the room; I imagine a virginal princess trapped in a tower to live in. I don’t feel fit for a room so pure and clear, it makes me blush and remember how very not like a maiden I am any longer.
When I realize Heety is, still speaking I look to her to see if I can tell what I’ve missed. “...ace she is safe from everyones, even her husband.”
I nod like I have an idea of what she meant and look back around the room. “This is all for me?” I make sure that I haven’t gotten confused somehow.
“Master Lucius orders everything when he is deciding to take you as his new wife.” The elf tells me simply.
So he picked this room out specifically for me. “What kind of girl did he think I was?” I ask myself but it’s the elf that answers.
“Master Lucius thought Mistress Ginevra be…” She started and scrunched her face as if she was trying to remember exact words. “...a pretty little pet.”
“Of course he did. Well Heety, first off if you call me Ginevra again I will be upset with you.” I say turning my full attention back to the elf. “I already asked you to call me Ginny. Second, I would like you to draw me a bath, and show me what soap I should use, but I will not have you bathe me. I’m just not comfortable with the idea.”
“Heety will have to tell Master Lucius.” The elf said meekly.
“That’s fine; I understand you can’t keep secrets from him.” I tell her with a kind smile to try and make her feel better.

Lucius-
The next time I see my new wife we are both sitting down for dinner in the small dining room. I finished much of my work after Severus left. The only real disturbance of the day was the fact her elf had to come to me to tell me she was not following my orders.
I had been tempted to go to her immediately to correct her behavior, but I decided the offence would be better settled over food and wine.
She wore a long white bathrobe made of satin when she entered the room. It had been the only piece of clothing, which I’d left in her room. I smiled as she held her head up high when she entered the room. She said nothing as I pulled her chair out for her and pushed her in. She smelled of vanilla and a hint of cinnamon; the oils and soap the elf had provided her. I spent a moment leaning over so I could look down part of the robe and enjoy the look of her young breasts.
By the time I sat down at the head of the table the hunger in me had nothing to do with the food we were about to eat.
“Your elf tells me you would not be bathed properly.” I say as the soup course appears before us.
“I’m sorry if that bothers you my Lord, but I can wash myself.” She tells me with a steady voice. “Do I not smell the way you wish?” She asks looking up to me like she’d made some great compromise.
I smile at her and look her over for a moment. It’s such a silly thing to fight over, and the idea that not even the elves get to really touch her, pleases me for some reason. “You do smell quite lovely my pet.”
“Could you, please stop calling me that my Lord?” She asks looking into my eyes.
“No. I like calling you pet. It’s what you are.” I tell her simply and go back to eating my soup.
“Than what should I call you my Lord?’ She asks and I smile as I hear the stress in her voice.
“My Lord is fitting; you could also call me Master if you wish.” I say without looking at her this time.
“So you get to call me pet and you wish for me to call you Master.” She says and I have to keep my face straight as her temper is obviously heating up.
“I think the names show the position each of us hold in this marriage.” I tell her finally looking to see what her expression is.
If looks could kill, she would be a widow. Her spirit makes me want to prove to her my point right here on the table.
“So I’m your pet?” She snaps and drops her spoon; she doesn’t seem all that interested in eating at the moment.
I lean back in my chair and look her over as if I’m inspecting a thoroughbred I just bought. “What did you think you were my sweet?” I ask smugly.
“Your wife.” She says frowning as she pulls the robe around her a bit more firmly.
I chuckle at that and push aside my soup; I find I’m no longer hungry for it either. “You are my wife. You’re also my pet.” I tell her and stand so I can move closer to her. She stills in her chair as she watches me pull it out from the table so that I can lean over her.
I love her small frame, how I can tower over her so very easily. “You belong to me the way my prize stallion belongs to me. I had to break him as well.” I tell her with a smile and run my fingers up her pale neck so I can tangle them into her hair.
I realize for the first time she must have healed the bruises I’d given her last night, well that can be easily corrected. I hold her firmly and make her look into my eyes as I speak. “Now that I think about it I’d already planned to punish you tonight.”
“For what?” She asks pulling against the hold I have on her hair. I wonder if she does it because she likes the small pain, it causes.
“A stripe for each time your father disrespected me during our negotiation.” I tell her, which only makes her frown. “It’s only fair. You’re already paying so much for his idiocy, why not pay for everything?”
She growls at me and the feral sound goes right to my manhood. I can’t decide what I want to do with her more in this moment, punish her or fuck her. “And you wonder why I call you a pet my dear?” I ask smirking as if I’ve won something. Before she can protest more, I lean forward and capture her lips in a heated kiss holding her hair tightly so that she can’t pull away.
I’m satisfied as her resistance breaks after a few moments against my demanding kiss. She wants to submit to me fully, I can tell, she just doesn’t know this yet. When I pull back from the kiss, I look at her with a knowing smirk before I let go of her hair.
The moment she’s released she looks away blushing as I watch her chest rise and fall quickly. Before she can react, I’m undoing the belt to her robe and pulling it apart so I can see what is mine more fully.
Her eyes shoot back up to me and she tries to pull the robe closed, but I grab her wrists before she can. “What’s wrong pet?” I ask with a smile. “Isn’t this why you only wore a robe to supper?” I ask her playfully.
She gives me that sweet blush of hers before she shakes her head. “I couldn’t find any of my clothes.” She says in a very small voice.
“You mean those rags you’ve been wearing around my house for the last few weeks?” I ask her with a sneer. “I had them thrown out.” I add before she can actually answer my question.
“You did what?” She asks her eyes wide with shock and anger.
“Lady Malfoy does not wear such trash.” I tell her simply. I see the anger in her rise all the more and I’m curious as to what she’ll do with it, so I let go of her wrists and stand up to my full height once again.
“My mother and I made me those clothes!” She snaps pushing my hip back from her so she can stand. She’s too angry to notice her robe is still hanging open I realize so I enjoy the show. “You had no right to throw them away! What about my other things? I haven’t seen a single thing of mine since we got married.” She tells me with hands on her hips as she glares up in my direction.
When I answer her, I keep my eyes on her face so she doesn’t realize the view she’s giving just yet. “I put anything I did not deem as rubbish in storage, for you to go through after you’ve settled in.”
“How dare you! Who do you think you are throwing away my things?” She yells at me again and I see her hand twitch towards the pocket of her robe.
I can’t have the chit thinking she’s allowed to hex me, so I grab her wrists again and bring them together in front of her before looking down into her eyes to explain. “I’m your Master and Lord. Try to keep up pet; I thought we spoke of this only a few minutes ago.”

Ginny-
“How dare you! Who do you think you are throwing away my things?” I scream at him and think of showing him just what I think is rubbish.
Suddenly I find my wrists locked in his grasp once again, like he could read my mind and knew exactly what I was planning to do. He holds my wrists out in front of him and I look up into his eyes as he starts speaking in his low arrogant voice. “I’m your Master and Lord. Try to keep up pet; I thought we spoke of this only a few minutes ago.”
I huff working to free my hands. I refuse to be treated as if I’m some kind of man’s property, even if I am rightfully married to him. When I realize getting out of his grasp is useless, I smirk before kicking at his legs. If I can just get a good angle at his knee maybe, he’ll let go.
“That’s quite enough pet.” His voice rumbles over me sending an involuntary shudder down my spine.
He swirls me around like I weigh nothing to him and I’m slightly dizzy as he bends me over the dinner table. I gasp as his full weight presses me down. He pushes my wrists up above my head and I feel something being tied around them. When I look up to see what he’s doing, I realize he has me tied with the belt to my robe.
My robe! I realize too late, how very vulnerable I am in this stupid satin number, and it had been hanging open the whole time I was yelling at him. He must be thinking I’m a brainless twit by now.
I hear another rumble as he casts a spell I don’t recognize, before his weight comes off me. I try to stand only to find that my wrists are stuck to the table as tightly as my feet are stuck to the floor.
“Let me up!” I yell and work very hard not to let my voice break.
“I think it’s time for your punishment dear wife.” The cold voice behind me says, before I feel the fabric of the robe being pushed off my arse and tucked around me so that my whole lower body is revealed to him. “Don’t go anywhere.” He adds with amusement now in his voice before he walks away.
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