[Requested by Anonymous] Lucius x Pansy (NSFW)
The grand halls of Malfoy Manor echoed with the emptiness that seemed to consume Lucius Malfoy's once regal existence. The air was heavy with the memories of when the Malfoy family was at the pinnacle of the wizarding world. Now, it was a mere shell of its former glory.
Adorned in his impeccable black robes, Lucius strode through the echoing corridors with a heavy heart. The shadows danced across his face, mirroring the conflict within him. He had married Narcissa out of duty, not love, and the strain of their union had become more apparent with each passing day. The aftermath of the wizarding war had left scars not just on the world but also on the Malfoy family. Lucius's choices during those dark times had driven a wedge between him and Narcissa, their once-sturdy bond reduced to fragile threads. The house arrest, the constant presence of Death Eaters in their home, and the looming threat to Draco's life had taken its toll.
Narcissa had chosen to distance herself, seeking refuge in a separate mansion. Draco, their only son, had followed his mother, leaving Lucius to navigate the cold corridors of Malfoy Manor alone. Divorce was an unthinkable option, a betrayal of the sacred purity of the Malfoy bloodline, and the family's pride held them captive in a loveless facade. Draco, however, hadn't abandoned his father entirely. Through the interwoven threads of obligation and affection, he sent Pansy Parkinson to keep an eye on Lucius. The girl, a loyal companion, would bring muffins and a touch of warmth that Lucius had long missed.
With her signature bob cut and full bangs, Pansy Pansy embodied the epitome of pureblood entitlement. Yet, as time passed, Lucius began to see beyond the surface. Her once irritating muffins and a source of solace, her soft-spoken demeanor offering a respite from the desolation that pervaded Malfoy Manor.
One day, as Lucius sat in the study with the weight of his solitude bearing down on him, Pansy arrived bearing a tray of freshly baked muffins. She smiled gently, her eyes betraying a depth of understanding that surprised Lucius.
"Pansy, my dear," Lucius said, a flicker of vulnerability in his voice. "You've been a constant presence in this forsaken place. I must admit, your company has been a balm to my weary soul."
Pansy's expression softened, and she took a seat opposite him. "I'm just here to make sure you're not entirely alone, Mr. Malfoy. Draco worries about you."
As the days turned into weeks, the bond between Lucius and Pansy deepened. They found solace in each other's company, sharing stories, laughter, and the occasional sigh of shared burdens. Lucius, against his own reservations, found himself drawn to Pansy in a way he hadn't anticipated.
The realization hit him like a sudden storm – he harbored feelings for his son's girlfriend for Merlin knows how long. He had seen Pansy seen she was 11, and that made Lucius feel worse. He struggled with his newfound emotions, torn between his loyalty to his family's name and his undeniable connection with Pansy.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy," Pansy greeted with a warm smile, settinhis tray with a small selection of fihis undeniable connectionble. "I thought we could enjoy a quiet evening together, Draco’s out for work."
Lucius acknowledged her with a nod, a rare smile touching the corners of his lips. "Indeed, Pansy. Your presence is always a welcome reprieve from the solitude of this place."
As they settled into conversation, the air around them lightened. The topics ranged from wizarding politics' intricacies to magical theory's subtle nuances. Yet, beneath the veneer of formal discussion, an unspoken understanding lingered.
After some time, Pansy's eyes fell upon a dusty old box on the shelf. Curiosity ignited within her, and with a playful grin, she rose to retrieve it. Lucius watched with bemusement as she opened the box, revealing a collection of Lucius's old Hogwarts memorabilia.
"Is this your yearbook, Mr. Malfoy?" Pansy asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. I haven't looked at it in years."
Pansy eagerly flipped through the pages, her fingers delicately tracing the black-and-white images of a young Lucius Malfoy in his Hogwarts days. She let out a delighted giggle at the sight of his teenage self, with long, slicked-back hair and the unmistakable air of aristocratic confidence.
"Oh, look at you!" Pansy exclaimed, pointing at a particularly dramatic photograph. "You were practically the heartthrob of Slytherin, weren't you?"
Lucius chuckled, a rare sound that echoed through the study. "Appearances can be deceiving, Miss Parkinson. Hogwarts was a different world then."
Pansy continued her exploration, uncovering candid shots and group photos that captured the essence of Lucius's youth. She saw a picture of him with his friends, a younger Severus Snape, and another Slytherin whose name seemed to escape her.
"Who's this?" Pansy asked, pointing to the unknown figure.
Lucius leaned in, his eyes glancing at the photograph. "That's Regulus Black. A troubled soul but a loyal friend."
As Pansy then flipped through the worn pages of the family album, she came across a portrait of a young Lucius, his silver-blond hair cascading over his shoulders with a boyish charm starkly contrasting to the stern man she knew. She couldn't help but let out a light-hearted chuckle.
"Mr. Malfoy, you were quite the heartbreaker in your younger days, weren't you?" Pansy teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
Lucius, usually composed and aloof, flashed a half-smile. "One can say that."
Pansy tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes. "And I suppose surviving involved leaving a trail of broken hearts in your wake?"
Lucius feigned innocence, his voice taking on a low, velvety tone. "Perhaps a few. But that was a different era, a different time. I’m as loyal as I can be." He leaned closer, their shoulders almost touching, and gestured to another portrait. "And here, a snapshot of a family gathering," Lucius remarked. "Care to guess which one I am?"
Pansy studied the portrait, her eyes flickering between the faces. "The one with the enigmatic smile, no doubt. You always did have a way of leaving an impression."
Lucius chuckled, the sound resonating in the quiet study. "Observant, Miss Parkinson. I appreciate a keen eye for detail."
As Pansy turned another page, she stumbled upon a picture of Lucius in formal wizarding robes, his posture exuding authority. Her fingers traced the contours of the image, and she looked up at him with a playful gleam in her eyes.
"Is it strange that I find this version of you even more attractive?" Pansy mused, her tone teasing.
Lucius met her gaze with a twinkle in his eyes, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "Attraction, Miss Parkinson, is a complex and unpredictable force. Sometimes, it takes a discerning eye to recognize it in unexpected places."
As Pansy traced her fingers delicately over an old photograph, Lucius leaned in from behind her, his tall frame casting a gentle shadow. His voice, a low, velvety murmur, pointed out details and anecdotes about the images captured in the album.
"Ah, this one," Lucius began, his breath brushing against Pansy's ear as he spoke. "It was taken during a summer gathering at the Manor."
Feeling the warmth of his proximity, Pansy couldn't help but shiver involuntarily. Seemingly oblivious to the effect, Lucius continued his commentary, his fingers lightly pointing to specific faces in the photographs.
Their eyes met in the reflection of the glass protecting the aged images, a charged gaze that sent a subtle current through the room. Lucius, the master of composure, felt a tremor in his usually steady hands. Pansy, caught in the intensity of his gaze, found herself breathless.
A peculiar energy pulsed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the uncharted territory they were treading. The air thickened with an intoxicating blend of nostalgia, vulnerability, and an unspoken desire that lingered beneath the surface.
With a deliberate slowness, Lucius moved closer, his lips mere inches from Pansy's ear. "You see, Miss Parkinson, these captured moments hold more than just memories."
Pansy's heart quickened at the proximity, and she struggled to focus on the images before her. Lucius, however, seemed to revel in the intimacy of the moment. His fingers brushed lightly against hers, a subtle connection that sent a shiver down her spine.
As Lucius pointed to another photograph, his gaze lingered on Pansy's face. Their eyes locked, a shared understanding passing between them. "I-I need to go, Mr. Malfoy; I need to make sure mine and Draco's kittens are fed," Pansy said with a nervous laugh as she felt Lucius' hand on her shoulder.
Pansy's attempt at a nervous laugh betrayed the subtle tremor in her voice as she spoke. Lucius, ever the master of poise, let his hand linger on her shoulder for a moment longer than necessary. His touch, though gentle, sent a shiver down Pansy's spine, awakening sensations she had not anticipated.
"Of course, Miss Parkinson," Lucius replied smoothly, withdrawing his hand. His eyes, however, held a glint of something unspoken – a magnetic connection that lingered between them
Pansy gathered her composure, her cheeks flushed as she stood up from her seat, the family album now a witness to the uncharted territory they had just traversed. She took a step back, a nervous smile playing on her lips.
"I appreciate your company, Mr. Malfoy," Pansy stammered, her gaze flickering between the door and Lucius. "It's been... enlightening."
Lucius, with a half-smile that hinted at hidden depths, nodded. "The pleasure was mine, Miss Parkinson. Do give my regards to Draco and the kittens."
As Pansy made her way to the door, Lucius couldn't resist a parting remark, his voice a velvet caress in the charged atmosphere. "And if you ever find yourself yearning for more enlightening conversations, you know where to find me."
Pansy's breath caught in her throat, her fingers lingering on the doorknob. She cast a fleeting glance back at Lucius, their eyes locking for a moment that felt suspended in time. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, and then, with a hesitant nod, Pansy stepped out into the cool corridor.
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The ornate drawing room of Malfoy Manor was filled with the deep resonance of laughter as Lucius Malfoy sat with his longtime friend and fellow Death Eater, Corban Yaxley. The room, adorned with dark wood and silver accents, exuded an air of refined elegance that matched the aristocratic aura of its occupants.
Lucius, usually the epitome of stoicism, found himself in a rare state of distraction, his thoughts drifting far from the usual matters of wizarding politics. Corban, sensing the shift in his friend, couldn't resist the opportunity to poke fun at the once unyielding Malfoy patriarch.
"So, Lucius," Corban began with a sly grin, swirling the wine in his glass. "I couldn't help but notice the rather captivating company you've been keeping lately."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, his steely gaze meeting Corban's. "I am unsure what you are talking about, Yaxley."
Corban chuckled, a sound that reverberated through the room. "Oh, don't play coy with me, my friend. It seems you've caught a case of the lovesickness, and I must say, it's quite an entertaining spectacle."
Lucius, his composure momentarily faltering, shot Corban a pointed glare. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Your sense of humor has not improved over the years."
Corban leaned back in his chair, an amused glint in his eyes. "Come now, Lucius. The entire wizarding world could see the shift in your demeanor. It's written all over your face – like a teenager infatuated with his first crush."
Lucius scowled, a rare display of annoyance. "This is preposterous, Yaxley. I am far too old for such trivial matters."
Corban smirked, undeterred by his friend's protests. "Ah, but love knows no age, my dear Lucius. I suppose we should be congratulating you on finding a new source of inspiration in your advanced years."
Lucius, suppressing a sigh, leaned forward, his voice low and measured. "Corban, I assure you there is no cause for congratulations. It's merely a passing phase, and I would appreciate it if you refrained from further speculation."
Still reveling in his friend's discomfort, Corban raised his glass in a mock salute. "To Lucius Malfoy, the once indomitable Death Eater, now brought to his knees by the charms of a certain Miss Parkinson."
Lucius, his patience wearing thin, shot Corban a pointed look. "This conversation is over, Yaxley."
But undeterred Corban continued to tease his friend
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The grandeur of Malfoy Manor stood tall against the night sky, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Inside the study, the room held a serene stillness, broken only by the occasional crackling of the fireplace. Lucius Malfoy, seated in his customary armchair, was engrossed in a thick book when a soft knock echoed through the room.
"Come in," Lucius called, looking up to see Pansy Parkinson standing in the doorway. Her usually confident demeanor seemed replaced by an air of vulnerability, her eyes tinged with frustration and sadness.
"Mr. Malfoy," Pansy began, her voice wavering. "I hope I'm not intruding. I just needed someone to talk to."
Lucius closed the book, giving her his full attention. "Not at all, Miss Parkinson. You're always welcome here. What troubles you?"
Pansy stepped into the room, her gaze shifting nervously as she took a deep breath. "It's Draco. We had a fight, and I can't shake this feeling that... that he might be cheating on me."
Lucius regarded her with a gentle understanding, motioning for her to sit. Pansy sank into the chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Lucius, though not accustomed to matters of the heart, recognized the universal language of pain.
"I'm sorry to hear that, Pansy. Relationships can be complicated," Lucius offered, his tone compassionate.
Pansy nodded, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. "I just... I don't know what to do. It's tearing me apart. And to make matters worse, I don't feel like I can talk to Draco about it."
Lucius leaned forward, his gaze softening. "Sometimes, communication is the key. But I understand that it might not be easy. Would you like to talk about what happened?"
As Pansy recounted the details of the argument, Lucius listened attentively, offering a sympathetic ear. The heavy air of the study seemed to lighten as they shared the weight of her distress. At that moment, the age difference and the societal norms that once divided them seemed insignificant.
"I feel so lost, Mr. Malfoy," Pansy admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need someone to help me make sense of all this."
In reaching into the depths of his own experiences, Lucius found a way to connect with her pain. "Cheating is such a cowardly thing to do, my dear, I don’t condone what my son did. You deserve an unconditional love, not one so easily deceived.."
Pansy, looking up at him, found solace in his words. There was an unexpected comfort in sharing her vulnerabilities with Lucius – a man she had once seen as unapproachable and untouchable.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy," Pansy said, her gratitude evident. "I didn't expect to find someone to confide in, especially not you."
Lucius offered a small, understanding smile. "Life has a way of surprising us, Miss Parkinson. If there's anything I can do to assist you through this difficult time, please don't hesitate to ask."
Lucius slowly caressed Pansy's waist, a slight flutter filled Lucius' stomach as he held her supple skin. "I'm not saying you should leave my son outright, but cheating is a deal breaker, is it not?" He whispered in her ear. His voice dripping with manipulation and subtle push to have her all for himself.
"Yes," Pansy agreed. "It is, I can’t believe he can even do that. I gave him my love and all."
The tension between them was palpable, crackling like static electricity. Lucius felt his pulse quicken as his hand trailed up her back. She sighed, leaning into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed as she clutched her handkerchief while her tears fell.
"You deserve so much better than my son," Lucius whispered. "He doesn't know how to appreciate you."
A single tear escaped down her cheek, the pain of the traitorous act still fresh.
"But I could," Lucius added.
"I think you're right," Pansy murmured, her voice barely audible. "I deserve someone who will love me unconditionally."
Lucius, his breath warm on her skin, continued his persuasive pursuit. "And that someone is not Draco. Tell me, Pansy, do you think you'll ever be able to forgive him for his indiscretions?" Lucius asked, his gaze holding her captive.
"I... I don't know," Pansy replied, her voice a mere whisper.
"Do you think you'll ever be able to stop questioning his loyalty?" Lucius pressed.
"No, I don't think I could," Pansy admitted.
Lucius cupped her cheek in his hand, his thumb gently caressing her soft skin. "Then why are you still with him?"
Pansy hesitated, caught off guard by his direct question.
"You deserve more, Pansy," Lucius murmured. "You deserve someone who will be devoted to you, who will make you the center of their world."
"But what about our friends? The society we both live in?" Pansy asked. "Draco and I have been together for so long, I can't imagine life without him."
Lucius' voice was steady, his resolve firm. "They don’t matter."
The air hung heavy with uncertainty, the weight of his words sinking in. Pansy drew in a shaky breath, her eyes searching his for a sign of doubt. "Mr. Malfoy, are you really saying...?" Pansy began.
"I am saying," Lucius cut her off. "I've wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you."
His hand slipped under her chin, his thumb tracing her lower lip.
"I can't help myself. I want you, Pansy. Will you let me?"
She hesitated, her eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, she let out a small, almost imperceptible gasp.
"Yes."
Lucius, his patience wearing thin, pressed his lips against hers in a searing kiss. Her lips were soft, yielding under his. He tasted of firewhiskey and power, the promise of an experience she couldn't turn away from. He pulled her closer, the warmth of her body sending shivers down his spine. They broke apart, breathless and flushed. Lucius, his gaze unwavering, brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"This will be the beginning of something beautiful, I assure you," Lucius said. "Now, come."
Lucius grasped her hand, pulling her toward the door of the study. Her mind raced, heart pounding in her chest. He led her down the hall, through the foyer, and up the winding staircase. Each step took her further away from the life she knew, deeper into the unknown.
He guided her down the dimly lit corridor, past the door to his own chambers, and through the door leading to a chamber that they will now share. They stepped into the spacious room, illuminated by the silvery glow of the moonlight filtering in through the windows. He closed the door behind them, a sense of finality in the soft click.
"This is your last chance, Pansy," Lucius murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "If you stay, there is no turning back. If you go, you will never be able to return."
"I don't want to go," Pansy breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucius' eyes burned with lust and longing as he closed the gap between them. He pulled her into his arms, his hands tangling in her hair.
"You're mine now, Pansy. All mine."
Her heart hammered in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Lucius, please..." Pansy moaned.
Lucius captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. Her knees went weak, a wave of desire coursing through her body. He backed her up until the edge of the bed pressed against her legs, breaking the kiss only to ease her down onto the silken sheets.
"I have waited a long time for this," Lucius growled. "I intend to savor every moment."
He slowly began to undress her, revealing her creamy skin inch by tantalizing inch. He slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders, peppering kisses along the newly exposed flesh. She shivered beneath his touch, her nerves singing with anticipation.
Lucius made quick work of the rest of her clothing, tossing it carelessly aside. He stood back, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, a goddess in the moonlight.
"Perfection," Lucius whispered, his voice low and husky.
He removed his own clothes, revealing a body honed by years of hard work and discipline. The muscles of his chest rippled under his pale skin, the strength of his form evident even in the dim light. He moved over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His lips found hers once more, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.
She ran her hands down his back, her nails leaving red welts in their wake. He moaned into her mouth, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She gasped, her head falling back in surrender. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and swell. He cupped her breast, teasing the nipple to a stiff peak.
"Lucius," she moaned, arching into his touch.
He trailed his mouth lower, his lips blazing a searing path to her chest. He laved his tongue across her other nipple, the sensation making her cry out.
"Do you like that, my dear?" Lucius murmured, his voice dripping with erotic promise.
"Yes," she panted, her body on fire with need.
He moved lower still, his hands gliding over her hips and thighs. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her stomach, each one sending a new wave of pleasure through her body. His fingers found her wet and wanting, sliding easily inside. She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.
"Oh, yes," she breathed.
He pumped his fingers, the feeling making her cry out in ecstasy.
"Please, Lucius," she begged, her voice desperate.
He obliged, moving his body over hers, the heat of his arousal pressing against her entrance.
"Tell me what you want," Lucius growled.
"I want you," she pleaded. "I want you inside me."
With one fluid motion, he pushed into her, her body opening to him. She gasped, the sensation almost too much to bear. He stilled, letting her adjust to the feeling.
"Oh, Merlin," she moaned.
"You feel amazing," Lucius said.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
"Yes," she cried.
He began to move, slow and steady at first, building to a frenzied pace. She clung to him, her nails raking down his back, his name on her lips.
"Harder," she begged, her body aching with desire.
"As you wish," he growled, his hips slamming into hers.
The headboard banged against the wall, the sound echoing through the room. They lost themselves in the pleasure, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm. She felt her release approaching, her muscles tensing in anticipation.
"I'm close," she gasped.
"Come for me, Pansy," Lucius murmured, his voice strained with exertion. "Come for me."
She shattered, her body quaking with ecstasy. Her walls clenched around him, sending him over the edge. He emptied himself into her, the force of his climax leaving them both breathless.
They lay there, their hearts pounding, their bodies intertwined.
"That was..." she trailed off, unable to find the words.
"It was," Lucius agreed, his face nuzzling into her neck.
"I'm yours," she whispered, the truth of the statement filling her with a newfound sense of peace.
"You are," he replied, his tone possessive.