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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- So we are 1/4 though NaNoWriMo and I am doing well! As some of you may know it is a challenge to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I am currently to 31,737 so I thought I could take this time to post for you lovely people! I would like to thank Eclectic Pet for being her awesome self and keeping me looking forward. Also she is an awesome beta that makes all my work, including this, better!

lexiatel- I am glad you are enjoying it. I am sorry I haven’t gotten you a fix in a few weeks, I hope this makes up for you.
agonya- This isn’t exactly the chapter to find out anything like that, but it does give you a better view of what life with the Malfoys will be like.

Lucius-
The Golden Sapling is a private establishment for a very specific clientele. There are three things one must be if they wish to belong to the gentleman’s club. First, one must be male, obviously. Second, one must be a wizard, and third one must be disgustingly wealthy. Being a favored of the Dark Emperor didn’t hurt either.
This was one of the few places outside of the manor where I felt, well not exactly at ease, but comfortable. The pipes, drinks, and women were all very pleasing to pass the time, as was the conversation if one came when other worthwhile wizards were there.
Tonight was a monthly gathering of those I deemed it worthy to spend my time with. We usually played some sort of card game as we spoke about political and magical dealings of the day. Though I’m a newly married man, I decided to leave the manor and join the group.
When I pass through the dark wooden doors and feel the wards run over me as they identify that I belong I smile. It’s time to put on the mask I wear for those I call friend. I’m actually delighted to see Severus and both Lestrange brothers are already sitting at our usual table.
I walk over to them and they look up at me in slight surprise. “I didn’t think you’d be making it tonight.” Rodolphus says. “I figured your little wifey would have you all tied up by now.” He adds obviously getting his information from his harpy of a wife. Merlin I hate Bellatrix.
“I tired her out during supper, so I thought I’d see how the cards treat me tonight.” I tell him with a smug smirk. I enjoy the fact I can tire out a girl that’s less than half my age, it actually makes me feel powerful, and I wish for those around me to know my power.
Severus coughs into the drink that he was taking at the time I make the comment then looks at me. “During supper?” He asks with a raised eyebrow once he has his breathing under control. It’s moments like this, that I’m glad Severus is on my side. His comment is obviously a ploy to let me make my meaning perfectly clear to those around.
“She’s a young beautiful woman. Whenever she’s around I find I lack the control to keep my hands off her.” I tell my friend as I remember the sight of my pet begging me to take her.
“I heard it was a Weasley, seems like nearly commoner trash to me.” Rabastan says as he deals out a new hand.
I order myself an amber brandy before I look to the thinner of the two brothers in front of me. “She’s a Malfoy now.” I tell the man clearly.
“But she was a Weasley. I heard the Dark Emperor isn’t pleased with the girl’s father at the moment. He’s suspected of helping the Brotherhood of the Phoenix.” The man presses as we pick up our cards. I chuckle and shake my head at the idea, but I file away the information just in case it becomes useful later.
“Well if that’s true we’ll not be having trouble with them for much longer, the fool will bring them down for us.” I say with a shake of my head. I fold my cards, not liking the hand and not in the mood to bluff.
“You say that about your wife’s father.” Severus points out and ups his bid.
I roll my eyes. “I’ve already told you, she’s a Malfoy now. Weasleys were once fine stock, and as far as I can tell, there’s but one idiot among them. She’s already shown herself to be a powerful witch, isn’t that right Rodolphus?” I say smirking.
The man decides to only grunt in response and pretend to be paying more attention to his cards than to me. The question was a trap, so I don’t really blame him for not answering.
“There’s only one thing to do my friend. You must hold a dinner party so that your friends can truly meet your wife. That will put all our fears about your future happiness to rest.” Rabastan presses, his eyes alight with mischief.
Rabastan was Narcissa’s lover; he thinks I didn’t know this. I’m sure he also thinks he can gain the current Lady Malfoy’s attention as well. I never cared that Narcissa took a lover, as long as she stayed discreet about it and didn’t embarrass me. My new wife on the other hand is a different story. I could never own Draco’s mother the way I can own this girl and I’ll kill this man before I let him get in the way of that.
“Give her some time to settle into her new role. In a month I’ll gather all my closest friends to meet my new wife.” I say feeling I have some training to do before she’s ready for guests.
“That seems fair.” Severus speaks as he collects his winnings. He was always very good at bluffing. “Maybe I’ll be done with this headache by then.” He adds a moment later.
“The one from this afternoon?” I ask not wishing to let the Lestranges know any more information than the dark man is willing to give them.
“Yes, you wouldn’t believe how tedious it is. You know how much I love to read, but these are wild ideas we’re going after.” The Potion Master tells me.
“Why is he having you do it anyway?” I ask with a frown. I would think the Dark Emperor would have asked Bella or myself to do such a job, as Severus’ expertise is brewing.
“What are we talking about?” Lord Black asks as he sits down at our table. Severus tenses in his chair as he always does around the charming Sirius.
“As you aren’t a member of the Dark Emperor’s Council you have no reason to be told.” My friend says tightly. “Are you here to lose more money?” He asks before glaring at the other man.
The man laughs easily and shakes his head. “No. Just waiting for James to show up.” He says casually. “You know how tight a hold Lady Potter has on her husband.” He adds and I know it’s meant to get under Severus’ skin even if others around us don’t understand.
“You know I saw their son at my party a few weeks ago.” I say drawing Sirius’ attention away from my friend. “He danced with my new wife.” I add casually.
“Harry? He’s my godson.” Lord Black says proudly. “I’m not sure who he danced with, but there was only one girl that seemed to make an impression on the kid.”
“Oh?” I ask as I wonder if I have something to stab back at Black with for making Severus so annoyed.
“Oh yes, wouldn’t stop talking about the Weasley girl. Honestly I didn’t know Arthur had a daughter, thought he had all sons.” Sirius says with a laugh and I smirk widely.
“Well you may wish to let your godson down gently.” Severus says and I’m pleased with the devious smirk on his face so I don’t take his fun away. “I know for a fact the girl is taken.”
“Oh really?” Black asks looking back at his childhood rival.
Severus motions with his head to me. “Lucius was just telling us how he wore her out at supper.”

Ginny-
I sleep on my stomach that night with no covers to hide my nude form. Honestly, with the soreness of my backside I don’t think I’d really want anything to cover it. He tells me that because I was a good pet he’s letting me sleep in my own room, but I get the idea he has something he’s doing tonight which is the real reason I was dismissed.
In my own bed, in my own room, I still can’t get away from him. I dream about his punishment; and what it did to me. My mind runs wild with ideas of all the things it thinks my husband will do to me, and in my dreams, I beg for every jolt of pain.
I wake in the middle of the night and realize how aroused I am from these wicked dreams. I weep because I know how broken I am now. People aren’t supposed to enjoy being hit and punished. I try to tell myself it’s something he’s done to me, but the more I think about it, the more I realize there have been other signs.
When I used to kiss, one of the servant boys there was nowhere near the excitement I feel when my husband kisses me. All the boys who’ve wanted to gain my attention in the past have been sweet, kind, and gentle, as if I’m made of glass, and this has always annoyed me more than anything.
Women are supposed to enjoy being cherished. I did enjoy the way Lucius cherished me after we rutted on the table, I remind myself to try and defend some last broken part of me. I enjoyed the way he stroked my back and told me how I had pleased him. Being honest with myself in that moment I know the only reason I enjoyed the sweet moment is because of the things he had just done to me.
I start to weep again as I feel my body clinch around nothing at the very thought of the things he had actually done to me in the dining hall. How am I ever supposed to eat in there again without blushing? How am I supposed to be in that room without getting aroused?
I shake all these useless thoughts away and try to go back to sleep. It’ll be another long day tomorrow and I need as much rest as I can get if my husband wishes to take me again in such a manner. When I close my eyes I realize how very worked up all these thoughts have made me, even my very shame over them has seemed to heighten my need.
The idea of going over to my husband’s room to beg him to satisfy this need crosses through my head and spikes the desire, but I quickly toss it away. I may enjoy his treatment of me for some broken reason, but I still have my pride. I least I do at the moment.
Knowing this need will not simply go away I roll over onto my back and moan as my sore arse slides against the silk sheets. I lick my lips and wiggle my rear against the sheets while my hand moves down between my legs.
I move my fingers between my folds carefully as I search out that little bud of pleasure. I moan when my finger brushes against it. My legs spread further apart so I’m more open to my own attention. I’m panting already when I let my finger brush against it again lightly.
My free hand moves to my breast so I can run soft fingers over the excited little peak it finds there. I roll the nipple between my fingers as I let my other fingers brush my clit once again. All the while, I rub my backside against the sheets. I let out another moan, louder than the first as I start the slow climb to release.
I moan and whimper as my actions keep building the pleasure but don’t seem to be able to push myself over the edge that I really need. I decide without actual thought to add more pain to the mix and I pinch my nipple hard while my other hand rapidly flicks a finger against my bud. An image of him as he spanks me over the table flashes through my mind. I image it’s his fingers who are hurting and pleasuring my body.
I scream without meaning to while my own body jerks and tightens finally. I let myself go as the heated pleasure runs through every part of my body. When I fall back into a relaxed position, I quickly roll over onto my stomach and lay there panting feeling as if I don’t have a single bone in me.
I fall asleep again before I have any time to think.
The next morning I wake to a bony finger poking my cheek. I try to bat it away at first as I don’t feel the need to rise, but it seems very persistence.
“What?” I ask in a voice slurred with sleep.
“Mistress Ginny needs to gets up and eat now.” Heety says in a cheerful voice. “Mistress Ginny has a very busy day.”
I blink a few times and find that I’m still on my stomach. My hand goes back to my rear and I find the sting is gone, but a slight ache remains when I touch the bruises. “What am I doing?” I ask slowly, not wishing to move from my position with the elf still in the room.
“After breakfast Mistress Ginny is meeting with the dressmaker, then the stylist, and then there is lunch with Master Lucius and Master Draco, then Mistress Ginny is being able to look though what the Master saved to choose what she would like in her room then she is to be going to dinner with the Master then and the Master told Heety Mistress best be ready to sleep in his chambers tonight.” The little elf says in one breath and I find myself blinking at her.
“When is the dressmaker getting here?” I ask as I pull the sheet around me when I realize the elf isn’t going anywhere.
“He is being here now Mistress, but he is waiting till Mistress is done with breakfast.” Heety tells me sounding worried.
“Oh, well I don’t want to keep people waiting. I can skip breakfast today Heety. Let me just freshen up a bit and find something to put on.” I tell her as I make my way to the bathroom.
“Mistress is forbidden to skip meals Mistress.” The elf tells me as she follows me from the chamber into the all white marble bathroom. “If Mistress carries Master’s baby, Mistress can’t take that risk.”
“He didn’t seem to mind that I didn’t eat much dinner.” I mumble under my breath.
“More reason Mistress Ginny can’t skip breakfast.” Heety tells me firmly before she starts to brush my hair for me.
“I can do that Heety.” I tell her and try to take the brush.
“This is Heety’s job Mistress.” She tells me firmly and bats my hand away.
“What am I supposed to wear while this dressmaker person is here? I assume they’ll be making new clothes for me?” I ask her as I let her take over.
“Heety cleaned Mistress’ robe.” The elf tells me and I sigh. “Does Lord Malfoy know this dressmaker is male?” I ask remembering Heety had called him he.
“Heety doesn’t know Mistress. Master told Heety to hire the same dressmaker Mistress Narcissa used.”
She finishes pulling up my hair quickly and I let her clean my face, but I draw the line at my teeth and take over washing up while she goes to get my white robe. I wonder why the Lord picked so much white when the rest of the house is decorated in much deeper colors.

Lucius-
I look over the pieces the jeweler has brought for me to choose from. The jeweler himself sits in the corner and waits for me to look over his wares. I’ve been buying from this wizard for some time, and he knows I don’t like to be hovered over while I look. Draco is sitting across from me, waiting for me to pick something so that the man will leave and he can talk more freely. My son looks bored as he taps his wand against the palm of his other hand.
“Something bothering your Draco?” I ask as I pick up a finely worked bracelet with small diamonds where the gold interlocked.
“You never took this long picking something for mother.” He snaps waving his hand dismissively at the table I’m looking over.
“I did once.” I tell him while ignoring his tone. “When we were courting, and we just got married. Before I knew her taste.” That seems to settle him a bit. I realize it’s hard for my son to think of me happy with anyone but his mother.
“Would you like to pick something for your new lady friend?” I ask pulling the subject away from his mother.
Draco perks up at the suggestion and actually takes an interest in what is on the table. “I would need two pieces.” He tells me cautiously.
This statement takes my attention completely away from the task at hand, and I look at my son. “Two pieces?” I ask, as I obviously need to know a bit more about what is going on in his life.
“I would prefer not to talk about it at the moment father.” He says and his eyes flick to the man. “But I would need two or none.”
I take in a slow breath as I think this over. “We’ll talk about this at tea. Choose two.” I tell him going back to pick my own selection.
“Why are you buying her anything at all?” Draco asks suddenly as he picks up a ring to look more closely at it. “She already belongs to you; you never had to charm her.”
“No, she was sold to me like cattle.” I say picking up a broach. “If I don’t charm her now, she’ll always feel like a victim. Even if she did sell herself.”
“And you care because?” My son asks setting the ring down.
I sigh, sitting back in the chair so I can give my full attention to my answer. “I care because I wish for her to truly be mine. I will not be able to fully enjoy her until she gives herself to me completely.”
“So you are manipulating her into becoming even more of a thing to own?” Draco asks looking up at me, the smirk he wears is glowing over his entire face.
“One could put it that way.” I say smiling back. I lean forward again to pick up a lovely choker with three strands of pearls. A charm in the shape of the profile of a roaring lion’s head hangs down from the center of lowest strand. The eye that is in view is made of black opal and shines menacingly. It reminds me of a finely made collar, intended for a very expensive pet. This is exactly what I want.
Draco picks out two pendants that looks exactly the same but for the gem in the center of them. The choice makes me all the more interested in what sort of game my son is playing.
Once our choices are made Draco sits in silence as I pay the jeweler and send him on his way. When I return to my study Draco is looking more closely at the pendants he’s chosen.
“Regretting the choice?” I ask giving him a bit of a start.
“No, trying to decide which will receive which.” He says putting the pendants in his pocket.
“Are you going to tell me why you feel the need to give them matching gifts?” I ask as I take the seat across from my son once again.
Draco sighs lightly looking at me. He seems as if he’s making a decision to let me in on some great secret. “I want them both father.” He says after a long while.
“Obviously. But you must know you can’t keep them both?” I ask looking over the boy as he frowns.
“Why not. I’ll marry one and keep the other as my mistress.” He says simply as if this is a simple plan.
I smirk at him and tilt my head slightly. “Sisters are a funny thing; do you think they’ll not talk? Do you think whichever one is the mistress will not tell her sister, or someday seek out more from you?” I ask, shaking my head.
“They want to stay together. They’re very close sisters father. I think they would prefer sharing one man instead of having to live apart from one another.” Draco told me with a smile of his own. “Not that they know this is what they want, but I will show them.”
I can’t help but chuckle at how very sure my son is. Well a determined Malfoy is only rarely disappointed. “As long as you honor the family name I will not get in your way.”
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