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Red Riding Hood	By : Dazzlious Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 5842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As ever thanks go to my beta, Mamacita for sorting out my sloppy punctuation Dx

Kat cut across the waste ground toward the woods. She knew she shouldn’t go this way, but it was so much shorter than having to walk all the way round. Anyway, she would be fine just as long as she stuck to the path. She wrapped her red coat around her tightly, shivering in the cold wind, wishing she wasn’t wearing something quite so bright. Still, as long as she was quick about it there wouldn’t be a problem.
The woods were almost silent as if nothing dared to go there, but surely that couldn’t be the case. It was just getting late; the birds had probably turned in for the night. Kat quickly looked ahead to check whether she could see the path, then headed off, following it closely. In a few minutes, the evening gloom closed in, leaving the woods dark and scary. She really wished now that she hadn’t decided to come this way.
There was a rustling sound. Kat looked around, not scared just yet but certainly a little apprehensive. She couldn’t see anything. She walked faster. There was another noise, some way off the path in the woods, a cracking sound as of twigs being broken. Again she looked, but still she could see nothing. Well, she wasn’t going to run. That would be admitting that she was scared, and then she would be lost.
Just stick to the path . . . it’s safe on the path . . . .
She walked as quickly as she could manage, hoping that whatever was making the cracking sounds wasn’t coming her way. Now she was definitely wishing she had not been so lazy and had walked the long way round. Maybe earlier in the day this way would have been okay, but now it was almost dark.
Kat jumped when she realised a man was standing on the path in front of her. Tall and pale with long blond hair and ice-grey eyes, and immaculately dressed, he was incredibly handsome — and for some reason she couldn’t quite pin down, he completely terrified her. He appeared to have only just noticed her although Kat was sure he had already known she was there. He walked toward her, smiling. Somehow the smile seemed almost predatory.
‘Good evening,’ he said politely as he reached her, his voice a lush drawl that made her shiver. ‘What are you doing out here, all alone after dark?’
‘I thought I’d take a short cut,’ Kat replied truthfully. ‘I didn’t really think about how late it was.’ She looked rueful.
‘Well, you shouldn’t be out here all alone,’ the man said smoothly. ‘It’s really not very safe. Let me accompany you on your journey.’ He offered her his arm and Kat felt she had no choice but to accept it.
As they walked along the path Kat realised she could no longer hear the crunching of twigs. Was this man the one she had heard earlier? Had he been wandering around off the path?
‘I know a shortcut,’ the man said with a smile. ‘Shall I show you?’
Kat shook her head. ‘I think it’s a bit late. Better not go off the path; it can be dangerous in there.’
The man laughed and the sound sent a shiver straight down her spine. ‘Oh, there’s nothing in here that I’m afraid of, my dear. We’ll be perfectly safe.’ He began to guide her into the woods.
Kat froze. ‘No, please,’ she said quietly, not wanting to appear scared but knowing she was failing miserably.
The man smiled at her and ran his hand gently down her face. ‘No need to be scared, angel,’ he whispered. ‘I’ll look after you. I promise.’
Kat shuddered. That was what worried her — how the man would look after her, especially if she went off the path.
‘What’s your name?’ she asked.
The man smiled that predatory smile again and regarded Kat with interest. ‘Is it important?’
Kat felt confused. Was it important? Probably not, but at least if she knew the man’s name it would make him seem a little less remote, less scary. She nodded.
‘In that case, my name is Lucius Malfoy. And you are?’
‘Kat Easterman,’ Kat replied quietly.
Lucius smiled again. ‘A real pleasure. It looks like I’ve found myself a stray kitten.’ He laughed. ‘Now, let’s get on our way. Surely now that we’re friends you’ll come with me, won’t you?’
Kat didn’t think they were friends, but Lucius was moving her steadily off the path with such determination that she didn’t think she would be able to get away even if she wanted to. Soon they were deep in the woods, and Kat knew that if Lucius left her now she would be completely lost. Suddenly worried, she clung to him more tightly, wanting to make sure he didn’t let go.
She had no need to worry. Lucius had no intention of letting his prize get away. Having lured her away from the public area of the wood to somewhere more private, he grabbed her arms and pulled her towards him. In the dark, his eyes glowed, almost like large silver moons and, his teeth, so white and so perfect, glinted widely.
Kat shivered in fear.
‘Please let go of me,’ she requested, her voice betraying her concern.
Lucius laughed darkly. ‘What’s the matter, angel?’ he asked warmly. Suddenly he seemed so much more than just a normal man.
‘You’re so strong — you’re hurting me.’
Lucius smiled and released his grip just slightly. ‘Just keeping you safe,’ he said, his voice a seductive burr.
‘And your eyes seem so big,’ Kat said, feeling a little stupid now.
‘A trick of the light, I assure you — although all the better to see you in this darkness,’ Lucius replied. He held her closer to him.
‘And your mouth . . . .’
‘All the better to eat you with, my angel.’ His voice was a hot whisper in her ear as his arms wrapped around her waist.
As his words sank in, the world slipped away.

They were no longer in the woods. Kat had no idea where they were, but it was somewhere indoors.
‘Where are we, and how did we get here?’ she asked, her voice full of fear that she could no longer hide.
Lucius stroked her gently. ‘Calm down, angel. I’ve rescued you from the dark and dangerous woods and brought you somewhere safe.’
Kat looked around her in amazement. The room was very beautiful and well decorated. It looked like some sort of stately home.
‘But where are we?’ she asked. ‘I don’t understand how we can be in the woods one minute and here the next.’
Lucius laughed. He still hadn’t let go of her. ‘As to where we are, we’re in my home, Malfoy Manor.’
He looked intently at the woman. What sort of Muggle was she? Beautiful, obviously, and either brave or reckless if her decision to walk through the woods was anything to go by. But what would she think of his explanation of how he had brought her to his home? And what would she do now? There was nowhere she could go, no way to get away from him, but he didn’t want to take any chances. He was looking forward to the rest of the night far too much to let her go free. But, by the same token, he didn’t want to have to use the Imperius Curse on her to get her to do anything. The night would be much more fun if she wasn’t controlled.
Kat was worried by Lucius’ gaze. He hadn’t answered her question about how they had got to his home, and there was no way she could think of that it could have happened. It had happened as if by magic. But everyone knew that was just trickery. There wasn’t any real magic in the world, just as there weren’t really vampires and werewolves — although she had been about ready to believe there could be, back in the woods.
Lucius’ grip around her waist had tightened, and she didn’t like that, either. Surely he should be letting her go now that they were safe.
‘You still haven’t told me how we got here,’ Kat said angrily, trying to pull away from the man.
‘It’s a little difficult to explain,’ Lucius said smoothly. ‘How about we make ourselves more comfortable and I’ll see what I can do?’
Kat nodded and let herself be led from the hall into a large drawing room filled with exquisitely expensive and clearly very old furniture. She moved to sit on one of the chairs, but Lucius firmly pulled her down to join him on the sofa. Trying not to look too disappointed, she perched on the edge of the seat and looked at him expectantly.
‘Let me take your coat, and you make yourself comfortable,’ Lucius said with a smile, finally releasing her. ‘I’ll get us a drink, something to warm us up. Does cognac suit you?’ He wandered over to a cabinet and extracted an old-looking bottle and two snifters. He poured a generous quantity of the amber-coloured liquid into each one and returned to the sofa.
Kat had tried to make herself slightly more comfortable but still looked as if she was about to run at any moment. Lucius stroked her hand as he passed the glass to her, making her jump.
‘Now, I know you want to know how I got you here,’ Lucius started, his voice a lush drawl as he smiled at her. ‘And I will explain. But whether you’ll believe me or not is another matter.’ He looked almost apologetic. ‘I find that Muggles so rarely understand what they are told, even when it’s explained in simple terms.’
Kat frowned. ‘Muggles? What are Muggles?’
Lucius looked at her. ‘You are,’ he said. Kat got the feeling that being a Muggle wasn’t necessarily a good thing, at least not with Lucius around.
‘And you . . . aren’t you a Muggle?’
‘No! I’m a Pure-blood wizard.’
He didn’t laugh or smile or do any of the things she would have expected to accompany that statement. In fact, if anything he looked more serious and even scarier than he had before.
‘A wizard?’ Kat sounded unsure.
‘Pure-blood,’ Lucius replied coolly with a curt nod of his head. He took a sip of his cognac.
‘And I’m . . . .’
Lucius sighed. ‘Yes. You’re a Muggle. It means you have no magical power — a completely different race from someone like myself.’
Kat mouthed the words ‘magical power’ to herself. Surely that couldn’t be right. There was no such thing as magic.
‘Now, I know you’re thinking there’s no such thing as magic,’ Lucius said, a condescending smile on his face. ‘But think for a moment: what other way could I have brought you here?’
‘But—’
‘Drink your cognac. What do you think of it?’ Lucius asked pleasantly.
‘It’s very nice,’ Kat admitted after she had taken a sip. It really was very good.
Lucius smiled. ‘It should be, it’s almost a hundred years old.’ He swirled the drink in his glass. ‘You don’t seem like a stupid woman, Kat. Do you really need a demonstration of my power?’ His voice had a slight edge.
Kat didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, she didn’t want to anger Lucius, as she still had no idea why she was there, but at the same time, she couldn’t believe in the idea of magic without proof.
Lucius sensed her hesitation and laughed, a cold sound that made shivers run through her.
‘You really have to admire the Muggle ability to completely disbelieve even the most obvious things that are going on around them,’ he said slightly sarcastically. ‘I see you do need a demonstration. But what to do to convince you?’
‘Don’t produce a bunch of flowers or doves or any of that rubbish,’ Kat said testily. ‘Everyone knows that’s just trickery, not magic.’
Lucius thought quickly. He could Transfigure something, although to be honest, it wasn’t his forte. What he was good at was curses, especially the Unforgivable ones, but if he used any of those Kat would probably be completely terrified. Or would it make her realise she was now his to play with as he chose? Perhaps it would. A little more fear might make her even more fun, although he didn’t want her so scared that she froze up on him completely. That would be no fun at all.
Smiling coldly, he continued to look at Kat. ‘As you need a demonstration . . . so be it.’ He clicked his fingers and with a pop one of his house-elves appeared.
‘Master called for Pacey? What does Master desire?’
Kat looked stunned. Lucius smirked. Perhaps this would be enough to convince her.
‘What is that?’ Kat whispered worriedly.
‘One of my house-elves,’ Lucius replied smoothly. He looked at the creature. ‘Pacey, my companion here is a Muggle.’ The house-elf looked astonished that his master was treating a Muggle as an equal. Lucius’ loathing of Muggles was legendary.
‘Unfortunately, she doesn’t believe in magic and needs a demonstration to convince her.’ Lucius glanced at Kat, wondering if she would stop the demonstration now that she had seen the house-elf. She didn’t, even though Pacey visibly cringed at Lucius’ words. He knew he was likely to be in for pain.
Lucius pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it at the house-elf. Kat watched, still not quite able to believe her eyes. This weird creature had appeared from nowhere, and now Lucius was brandishing a bit of wood — was that a wand? — at it.
‘Locomotor mortis,’ Lucius intoned, and a blast of red light shot from the end of his wand and hit the house-elf.
Kat looked on wide-eyed, wondering what had just happened.
‘Pacey, walk towards the Muggle,’ Lucius ordered.
The house-elf tried to do as he had been ordered by his master, but fell over. His legs appeared to have been glued together. Kat watched in astonishment.
‘What was that?’
‘A Leg-Locker Curse,’ Lucius told her calmly, ‘obviously annoying, but not particularly painful. Unlike this — the Cruciatus Curse.’ He aimed his wand at the terrified house-elf again.
‘Crucio!‘
The house-elf rolled around the floor, screaming, apparently in absolute agony. Crucio, thought Kat, that’s what that is: torturous, excruciating pain. Lucius didn’t stop it, just left the house-elf screaming in pain on the floor.
‘Stop it!’ Kat shouted, clearly upset by his treatment of the house-elf.
Immediately Lucius called out, ‘Finite Incantatem!‘ and Pacey was released from both spells.
Kat looked at Lucius in horror. ‘Why would you use that? How could you use that?’
‘Do you believe me now?’ Lucius asked, seemingly not at all worried about his house-elf.
Kat nodded and realised she had tears running down her cheeks. She was also now completely terrified. Why had Lucius brought her here? She was obviously powerless to resist him. What if he decided to use that spell on her? She paled.
Lucius moved toward her as if to comfort her, but she flinched away, scared of his touch.
‘You may go, Pacey,’ he told the house-elf. ‘I do not wish to be disturbed for the rest of the night.’
The house-elf nodded, then Disapparated amazed to have got off so lightly. Pity the poor Muggle, as she was obviously spending the night with the Master.
Lucius stroked Kat’s face. ‘I have no intention of using any spells on you, angel. You have no need to fear on that score.’
Kat tried to look relieved but knew she was failing miserably. She took a large sip of her cognac.
‘At least I won’t as long as you do everything I tell you to.’
That predatory look was back, and this time the intention was clearly written on Lucius’ face. Kat tried to blink away the tears; she knew she was in trouble. Lucius really was a wolf and she should never have stepped off of the path. She took another large mouthful of her drink, finishing it, feeling the burning liquid run down her throat and trying to concentrate on that and not on what must come soon. After all, he had told the house-elf he didn’t want to be disturbed all night, and that could only be because he would be busy . . . with her.
Lucius took her empty glass and placed it back on the cabinet with his. She noticed he still had his wand out. He wasn’t pointing it directly at her, but the vague threat was there.
‘It’s getting late,’ he said conversationally. ‘I believe it’s time we thought about going to bed, don’t you?’ His gaze intensified, making Kat feel extremely uncomfortable.
Floundering for a way to stall, she had a sudden thought. ‘Are you married?’
Lucius looked amused. ‘Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. But my wife’s not here at the moment. Off at a spa somewhere with some of her girlfriends. I’m pleased to get rid of her, actually. It gives me a chance to have some fun.’ A wicked grin crossed his face. ‘ . . . And my son is at boarding school, so you don’t have to worry about him, either.’
He took Kat’s hand to help her up from the sofa.
Kat didn’t know what to say next. There was nothing else to stall him with.
‘Are you going to kill me?’ she blurted out. Where the hell had that come from?
Lucius looked amused again, although she noticed the smile didn’t reach his cold grey eyes.
‘Hardly. What use would you be to me dead? Oh no, angel, I’ve already told you what I’m going to do to you. Now, come — I want you to see the bedroom.’
Kat felt compelled to follow. If she didn’t, she strongly suspected she would be getting a taste of the Cruciatus Curse, and she definitely didn’t want that. It was your own fault for going off the path, she told herself. You knew the old tales and obviously, there were good reasons for them. But it could be worse, she thought. At least Lucius was handsome — very handsome — and if she was lucky he might turn out to be not quite the sadist she thought he was.

They were back in the hallway, heading for the large, sweeping staircase. Kat couldn’t help but be impressed by the size and grandeur of his home, whatever she might have felt about her current predicament.
‘How big is your house, Lucius?’ she asked interestedly. ‘How many rooms do you have? And how old is it?’
Lucius laughed, this time genuinely. ‘Do you know, I’ve no idea. I’ve never actually counted. But we have fifteen guest bedrooms if that gives you a clue. The Malfoys have owned the Manor since the fifteenth century, quite some time.’ He smiled. ‘This way. My quarters are in the west wing. Narcissa lives in the east wing.’
‘Why do you live separately?’ Kat asked.
‘She and I prefer to spend time apart from each other. That way we both get our privacy when we need it.’
They were walking down a long, dark corridor now and Kat was beginning to get nervous. Lucius had said he had told her what he was going to do to her, but she couldn’t remember anything he had said before that curse had been cast on the house-elf.
Lucius opened a large, ornate door and ushered Kat into the room beyond. It was astonishing. Like rooms of other stately homes she had seen, this one was large and opulently decorated in shades of green, silver, and black. The walls were of fine silver-grey fabric with a pattern on them that she couldn’t make out. The elegant curtains were green and black striped and shot with thin silver bands. The chairs by the large fireplace were done up in matching fabric. Dominating the room was the largest four-poster bed she had ever seen. It, too, was decorated in heavy brocades in the same colours, with matching quilts and pillows.
There was a clunk as the heavy door shut and Kat heard what sounded like locks sliding into place. Her heart sank as she realised she was trapped. She turned to face Lucius.
‘What do you think of it?’ he asked, genuinely interested.
‘It’s magnificent,’ Kat admitted. ‘Although I don’t like being locked in.’
Lucius laughed. ‘Just a little precaution to stop you wandering about in the middle of the night. I should hate for you to get hurt accidentally.’
Did that mean he intended that she should get hurt on purpose? her mind asked in panic. No. Hadn’t he told her he didn’t intend to hurt her? So what had he told her he was going to do? She didn’t remember anything that particularly set off alarm bells.
‘You know when I saw you in that red coat you reminded me of that Muggle fairy tale, Red Riding Hood. Making your way to Grandma’s house through the woods, careful to stick to the path.’ He smiled, once again showing that wolfish grin. ‘Where were you going?’
Something clicked in Kat’s brain then, but before she had a chance to make the connection it had flitted off again.
‘Home. I had been working late and thought I would take the shortcut to save myself a few minutes.’ Kat laughed ruefully. How long had she been here now?
‘Will anyone be missing you?’ Lucius asked.
Kat shook her head. ‘No. No one will even notice, I expect,’ she replied truthfully. She sounded a little wistful.
Lucius walked over to a small table at the side of the room and poured two drinks from a decanter there. He walked back to Kat, who had moved further into the room, closer to the bed. He handed her one of the glasses and she took a sip. It was the same cognac as before.
Lucius looked at her carefully. ‘No husband? Or family?’
Kat shook her head. ‘No. I was married once, a long time ago.’ She took another drink. This was going to be painful enough without having to dredge up old memories.
Lucius motioned for her to sit on the bed, and reluctantly she did so. At least it was incredibly comfortable.
‘So what happened, angel?’ he asked gently.
‘It was a long time ago,’ Kat said defensively. ‘I really don’t want to talk about it.’
Lucius smiled. ‘So eager to get on with it, eh? Shame. I was hoping we could get to know each other a bit better first. I mean, you know about my wife and son — surely it’s only fair that I should know about you. After all, why would a beautiful woman like you be alone?’
Kat sighed and took another mouthful of cognac. She would have to be careful or she would end up getting drunk, and God only knew what would happen then. Mind you, maybe getting drunk was the best option. Maybe she wouldn’t mind whatever was going to happen so much if she was drunk.
‘I was married when I was twenty-one. We had been a couple since school, and neither of us had ever been in other relationships. When we left university we decided to settle down, buy a house and get married. For a few years everything was great, but we wanted children, and however hard we tried, I just couldn’t get pregnant. Eventually, we had lots of tests done and the results came back: I was unable to conceive.
‘As soon as the results came through, Dave changed toward me. He no longer showed me any affection, never had any time for me. I thought he was grieving the same way I was about the situation, but he wasn’t. He was off having affairs and eventually he found someone who could give him a baby. He left me and moved in with her. Shortly after that, we divorced.’
‘I’m very sorry to hear that,’ Lucius told her, sounding sincerely upset. ‘And you never remarried?’
‘No. It took me a long time to get over Dave and as I said, he was my only boyfriend. I was a bit scared of dating in my late twenties and so, apart from a few fairly meaningless meetings set up by friends, I’ve just got on with my life and not thought about it.’
Lucius leaned over to wipe away a stray teardrop that was snaking down Kat’s cheek. He looked in wonder at the beautiful woman before him. This was getting better and better. She had no husband or child and hadn’t had sex in Merlin only knew how long. Yes, tonight was definitely going to be fun.
‘And no other family?’
‘My parents live abroad. I do have a sister, but she’s married with children and lives several hours’ journey away from me. I see her a couple of times a year, but we’ve never been the closest of families.’
Lucius smiled. No family to worry about her, either. So he didn’t have to worry about how quickly he got rid of her. He could keep her here with him for as long as he wanted.
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