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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 I am back in the saddle! NaNoWriMo is over and I finished the first draft to my novel… I’m a Weener! But now that it is over it is time to start posting weekly once again. Here is a chapter to all you lovely people who are enjoying this story. I would like to thank Eclectic Pet for keeping me going and being the awesome beta she is!

lexiatel- Sorry it took me a while, but you should have a new chapter next week you can read as well. It is almost like Draco wants to be Lucius when he grows up… lol
sherlocked17- This is by no means supposed to be a historically accurate representation of the medieval period. I am taking a lot of creative license with the setting, so just enjoy.

Ginny-
I ate breakfast as quickly as I could not wishing to make someone wait longer than they had to. With my robe pulled tightly around my form I told Heety to let the man in. He was younger than I’d have thought. For some reason I was imagining a man older than my husband, but the man who entered was at least ten years his junior.
The moment he enters the room he shows me a wide flashy smile. I think I can count his perfectly straight white teeth from my seat if I wished to. He’s actually a rather handsome man, with wavy golden hair and happy blue eyes.
“Ah the beautiful new Lady Malfoy.” He says moving to one knee in front of my chair so that he can take my hand and brush his lips against my knuckles.
His posture and grace simply oozes charm and sexual energy. I suddenly feel very uncomfortable sitting in the room alone with him. As if just by letting him this close to me, I’m somehow betraying my husband.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t get your name.” I say removing my hand from his grasp as politely as possible.
“Gilderoy.” He tells me before standing and bowing in my direction once again. “Gilderoy Lockhart at your service, my lady. I know how honored you must be.” He says waving off adoration; I wasn’t actually giving him. I had no idea who he was, but he seemed to think I should.
“Heety said you are the dressmaker?” I ask trying to move to the subject at hand.
“I prefer designer of wearable art.” Gilderoy says before finding the large trunk Heety had moved into the room after him. “I was contacted by your elf telling me the new Lady Malfoy was in dire need of my designs.” He explains as he opens the trunk with a flick of his wand before flamboyantly turning back to face me. His eyes run from my neck to my feet and back again before he smiles more broadly, which I hadn’t thought was possible.
“Yes, my husband wishes for me to have a completely new wardrobe.” I tell him trying to overlook his behavior and just get this over with.
“What a canvas you’ll make for my designs.” He exclaimed as he moves back to me quickly to pull me into a standing position. “I’ll be proud to dress you my dear.” He adds stepping closer to me than I find comfortable.
Taking a deep breath, I move back, taking care not to hit the chair, I’d been sitting in. “Yes that will be wonderful. How do we start?” I ask trying to move to see what he has in the trunk.
The moment I turn my back on him his hands are on my hips. “I must experience your body fully.” He says letting hot breath glide along my neck.
Suddenly I feel very much in need of a bath. “What?” I ask stepping out of his grasp and turning on him so I can see any further invasion coming.
“It’s the only way I’ll be able to dress you properly my sweet.” He says as if it was common sense. I decide that maybe I misheard him, or the phrase doesn’t mean what I think it means.
“By experience my body you mean what exactly?” I ask putting a bit of distance between us.
“I must feel and taste every inch of your skin.” He says and takes a step forward. “I’m sure your husband couldn’t satisfy the needs of such a young and lively thing as yourself. You’ll enjoy this.”
Pulling my wand from my pocket as he tries to take a step closer to me, I force a smile on my face. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding. My husband is paying you to make me clothes.”
He only smirks at the wand as if it’s cute that I even have one. “Your husband doesn’t have to know about the rest, but it’s how all my clients pay for the truly divine clothes I provide them with. Without experiencing you, how am I to make sure they’re the perfect fit?”
“I’m pretty sure most people just use a measuring tape…” I tell him taking another step back as he steps forward.
“An imperfect system, let me show you what true pleasure is.”

Lucius-
Draco and I settle into the small dining room for lunch. We spent the rest of the morning discussing business for the estate and plans for Hogsmeade now that we have back control of the town.
“Though it’s going to be troublesome getting her to sign off on everything we wish to do there.” Draco says as we wait for Ginevra to join us.
“I don’t think that will be a true problem. Ginevra seems smart enough to know that we are only taking care of the land and its people.” I tell him and watch with a smirk as he rolls his eyes.
“I haven’t really witnessed any sign of intelligence from the girl.” He says just as she walks into the room.
By the flush on her cheeks; she obviously heard his words and realizes we’re talking about her. “My dear, you look lovely.” I tell her getting to my feet so I can pull the chair next to me out for her.
She’s wearing a deep blue dress with a tight fitted bodice. Her hair falls in silky waves down her back. It seems the money I spent on her appointments today were both well worth the cost.
“Thank you my Lord.” She says forcing a smile in Draco’s direction uncomfortably. “Draco.” She says nervously as she takes a seat.
“What should I call you?” Draco starts with a cruel smile on his lips. “Stepmother maybe? That seems odd because I’m older than you are. Maybe Lady Malfoy? That seems a bit formal, but it could work…”
“Please, just call me Ginny.” She says trying to make peace with him. “My family calls me Ginny.” She adds looking to me as well.
“But Ginevra is such a beautiful name.” I tell her as I take my own seat.
Draco just rolled his eyes and huffed as lunch appeared on the table in front of each of us.
“It’s just a bit of a mouthful. I feel more comfortable with Ginny.” She tells me obviously unsure of what to do with Draco.
“I think Ginny suits her well actually.” He says suddenly with a grin. “It sounds so very common.” He adds snidely.
My young wife narrows her eyes at Draco and I can see her defiant little temper starting to build. I sit back in my chair to enjoy the show.
“Is there something you’d like to say to me Draco?” She asks completely ignoring her food for now.
“Not really.” He answers taking a bite of his lunch as if he had just dismissed her.
“Coward.” She snapped directly her attention to her own lunch.
“Why you little…” Draco growls pulling his wand from the sheath on his arm.
She looks up at him setting down her fork and daring him with her eyes to hex her. “If you can’t say what you think of someone to their face it makes you a coward.” She tells him coldly.
“You want to know what I really think of you?” He asks his wand twitching in his hand. “I think you’re a common little harlot that has two purposes in this house. Neither of which require you to be outside his bed chambers.”
Ginny is on her feet in a flash with her wand out as well. “You’re a spoiled little brat that has no idea what the real world is like.”
“THAT IS ENOUGH!” I yell to get both of their attention. “You’ll both kindly put your wands away. Draco, you are not to threaten the woman that may be carrying your sibling. Pet, you are not to threaten my heir. Do I make myself clear?” I say looking back and forth between the two of them.

Ginny-
The rest of lunch was eaten in silence and as soon as it was proper, I left. I spent the rest of the day digging through the trunks my family had sent over with my belongings. I wondered if he actually did toss anything out because my mother seemed to have packed everything I’d ever handled back home, and it all still seemed to be here. I wouldn’t have put it past her to have sent my trash as well, maybe he had thrown that away.
After I was done, I took another bath to get the dust and grime off before I’d have to see him again. I let Heety do my hair with the new potions the stylist had suggested for me. I even let her rub the new lotion into my back, but I drew the line there and did my chest, arms, and legs myself. I put back on the blue dress after Heety had cleaned it.
Now I’m standing at the door to what I’ve learned is called the ‘small dining room’. Heety told me it’s only used for family dinners. I wonder if Draco will be joining us again. Part of me hopes he is, with him there the head of the house seems to keep his hands to himself. Another part of me hopes I never have to see the snobbish brat again. Then there is yet another secret part of me, which hopes Draco isn’t there because, with him there my husband seems to keep his hands to himself.
Pushing that need, even more deeply down, so I don’t have to think about it. I open the door and smile pleasantly to Lord Malfoy. It seems we’re eating dinner alone. My heart drops into my stomach as I make my way to the table. I take the same seat next to him as I had last time.
“I saw Master Lockhart leaving earlier. Is there something you wish to tell me sweet wife?” He asks sounding truly curious. I bet the letch was still limping from my hexes.
“We had a slight disagreement.” I say as the soup course appeared in front of each of us.
“Ah, and a slight disagreement with you ends with a man unable to stand straight?” He asks sounding amused now.
“When said man presses the issue.” I reply trying to focus on my meal.
My husband sighs and shakes his head. “Do you wish to tell me what happened willingly or will I be forced to punish it out of you?”
I swallow the bite of soup in my mouth and turn to look at him. “I don’t like the way he conducts his business.” I tell the Lord honestly.
“You don’t really think I’m going to take that for an answer do you? He was Narcissa’s clothier for years, why is her choice not good enough for you?” He asks sounding angry now.
“I wasn’t willing to pay his price in full and I made that perfectly clear to him.” I snap, angry that he’s angry with me for not giving into the man and also that he’s making me say these things out loud.
“His…” There’s a long pause as the Lord mulls my words over his in his head. “Price in full? Ginevra you’ll tell me exactly what happened this instant.” He demands with a growl.
I throw the spoon down and turn to look into his eyes. “He came onto me! He made advances and wouldn’t take any sort of no for an answer. So I hexed him until he couldn’t walk. I wanted to wear more than my robe for the rest of my life so I made him hand over what he brought with him and had Heety help me size them. Then I kicked him out and told him we would no longer require his services. Are you happy now?”
A calculated smile and a deadly cold mask looks back at my from my husband’s face. “How far did that fop get before you stopped him?” He asks in a cold tone.
“Nothing happened.” I told him firmly.
“Did he touch you?” He asks still cold.
“Why does that matter? He didn..”
“I need to know exactly what body parts I’ll be needing to retrieve from Mr. Lockhart.”
“I took care of it; there’s no reason to cut anything off of him.” I say. Not that I like Lockhart, but wasn’t about to condone dismembering someone for having grabby hands.
My husband watches me silently for some time before his body seems to relax. “Fine.” he agrees. “But only because he looked very uncomfortable when I saw him last.”
“Thank you.” I say before I turn back to focus on my soup. “How was your day?” I ask as I wish to lighten the mood in the room.
“It was fine. I finally found the proper punishment for your disagreement with Lady Lestrange.” He says in a casual tone as he eats his own soup.
I blush at his words unable to stop myself from thinking of his last punishment. “Oh?” I force myself to use the same relaxed tone that he is.
Instead of answering my question, he slips a black velvet box toward my bowl. When I look at him confused he motions for me to open it. Setting my bowl aside, I open the box slowly, thinking it was going to be something awful or scary.
The pearl necklace I find inside makes me frown in even more confusion. “This is a punishment?” I ask looking back to the quite lovely necklace. I carefully run my fingers over the right facing profile of the golden lion’s head.
“Punishment, reward, I only promised you would get what you deserved.” He said with amusement now in his voice.
I look up and see the pleasure in his eyes as well. “It’s beautiful.” I tell him. I’ve never before received something so lovely, something picked out just for me. I blush as I realize how much this gift means to me. Am I that shallow?
“Let me put it on you.” He says rising to his feet before I can agree. I feel him push my hair aside, and then lift the necklace from the box. “Everything you’ve done since we met has been for others.” He continues as I lift my hair fully for him. “Enjoy this as it is meant to be enjoyed. A showing of my care for you.”
When he latches the fine piece of jewelry around my neck then brushes my skin lightly before pulling away I realize that’s exactly how the necklace makes me feel; cared for. I realize then I’ll allow myself to treasure this necklace, and the moment my husband gave it to me.
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