The Varied Insanities of Melfina the Blue

melfinatheblue @ 2009-06-13T20:02:00

2009-06-14T00:02:28Z

I may have a puppy!

Precious Prudence
Adult Female
Cavalier King Charles Spaniel

Precious Prudence is a 6-year-old, 23-pound Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. She has a beautiful black-and-tan coat and a sweet disposition. Prudence came to us from a large-scale commercial breeding operation in another state. She is easy-going and gentle. Prudence is a happy girl who along well with other dogs and enjoys the company of people. She is calm, loving, friendly and affectionate. In short, this is one lovely dog who will make someone a great low-key companion. It’s time for her to find that special quiet home where she will be loved and appreciated for years to come.

We saw her at Petco today and fell in love. Oddly enough, it was a complete spur of the moment thing. Mom and I had gone to Whole Foods, and as we were leaving we heard barking. Petco has adoption saturdays, so we decided to go look. She was the first dog I saw.

App is in, and I should know sometime this week. She's a puppy mill dog, which brings an interesting set of challenges, but she is such a sweetheart. She's shy of people approaching her and will flinch a bit when you reach to pet her, but loves being talked to and held. Her name will be changed, so feel free to offer suggestions.

Penance

2009-06-06T18:52:08Z

Title:Penance
Characters:Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy
Rating:PG-13 for spanking
Summary: Draco has a lot of things to work out when he comes home after 6th year.

Draco hadn't been sure what he'd find when he came home, but he was quite sure that his father quietly sitting in his study doing paperwork had not even been considered part of the realm of possibility. It was like the last year had never happened. The sleepless nights, Mother crying herself to sleep, and the terror, oh Merlin the terror, and now Lucius Malfoy had the audacity to pretend like none of it had happened, like he had not put his family through hell.

“What the FUCK!”

Lucius looked up from his paperwork. He looked older than Draco remembered, and thinner, but that was no excuse.

“Draco, please don't curse.”

Draco was across the room and staring down at his father in no time flat. He slammed his hand down on the paperwork and with a flip of his hand scattered it across the room. Lucius stared up at him and started to get to his feet. Draco shoved him down and held him there. He was stronger than his father. He'd never been stronger than his father.

“Draco, let me go.”

Was that a quaver of something in his voice? Could it be fear? Was Lucius Malfoy now afraid of his son? He tightened his grip on Lucius' shoulder. He wanted him to hurt.

“Draco, I know you're angry, but...”

The backhand surprised both of them. Draco looked at his hand in amazement. He couldn't believe he'd just done that. Lucius raised a hand to the trickle of blood on his cheek.

“Is that what you want, for me to bleed? Some penance for...”

“I WANT YOU TO BE QUIET!”

Draco's shout echoed in the room. He let go of Lucius' shoulder and gestured towards the couch. He remembered being spanked on that couch more than once, the humiliation of it burning inside, and then his father's hands, suddenly gentle, drying his tears. He wanted that again, wanted that safety, that absolute confidence in his father. But it, like so many other precious things, was gone beyond retrieval. He wanted Lucius to pay for that.

Lucius slowly stood up and walked over to the couch. He stood by the arm, and ran his hand over it. The Malfoy mask was still firmly in place, but Draco could see beneath it. Lucius was unsure. He turned back to look at Draco, who moved to stand beside him. Draco stared down at the couch.

“Did you ever use a belt?”

Lucius was confused.

“Did you, Lucius? I remember hands, and once a hairbrush. Was there ever a belt?”

“I don't understand. What do you want?”

He backhanded Lucius again, this time had enough to knock him over the arm of the couch. He quickly held him down in that position.

“Will you stay still on your own or do I need to hold you there?”

How many times had his father asked him that before a spanking? How strange this all seemed, and yet... He wondered if Lucius had realized yet, if such a thought had even crossed his mind. Lucius wasn't struggling. He seemed strangely passive, so out of character for the father emblazoned on Draco's mind.

“I'll stay still.”

Lucius' voice had been barely above a whisper, but he had answered. Draco moved his hand, and Lucius started to lean up. Draco slammed his hand into the small of his back, knocking him back down. Lucius made a noise.

“I don't care why you were moving. You don't move.”

He grabbed his wand and used a spell to pull down Lucius' trousers and underthings. His arse was white and pale, and there were bruises on his hips. Draco knelt, and pulled the belt out of the trousers. Lucius did not move. Draco swung it a few times, and then hit Lucius with it. The noise surprised him, but the red welt that appeared was perfect. He swung it again and again and again. The skin broke and Lucius began to bleed and still he swung. Only when his arm felt like lead did he stop. Lucius had not moved. He stared at the arse. He wasn't angry anymore. He felt liquid moving down his cheeks and realized he was crying. He fell to his knees. The tears would not stop. He put his head in his hands, trying to muffle the sobs he could not stop.

And then his father was there, smoothing his hair, holding him tight.

“Shhh, now, it'll be fine. I'll fix everything.”

And for a short moment, sobbing in his father's arms, Draco was able to believe those lies.

melfinatheblue @ 2009-06-05T12:39:00

2009-06-05T16:40:59Z

There was fic this week. I know you're all stunned. But fic is on lappy, and I am on desktop, so that will come later. Instead, I am swiping a vid from asnowyowl because I laughed so hard I hurt myself.

In other news, the remix redux is going on, so you should go sign up. I will not be because the muse appears to be stress-driven right now, plus I want to get Iron Torturer and the Janitor Globe fics written.

I did get to see Star Trek and it was awesome and they had a promo box thing for the new HP movie and I squeed. Draco learned the Lucius look! YAYS! Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to plotting how to kidnap both of them....

Update and a Ficlet/Snipet

2009-05-19T21:21:05Z

Healing well, sick of soft food. The slope of my upper stomach is now concave instead of convex, which makes me happy. I'm going with slow and steady is a) better for me, and b) more likely to stick.
I have been doing some writing, and wowing, and reading, and knitting, and um, walking. Way too much walking.

I found this drabble/beginning of a fic while cleaning out My Documents this morning, and I'm not sure where it was meant to go, but it's funny. So, I'm posting it. If you want to write more of it, feel free. Personally, I'm a bit too distracted by WoW (dude, I'm raiding) and the Arthur Weasley shouldn't run an economy fic. But the Draco/Harry interaction of this one cracks me up, so I must preserve it for posterity....

"Look Potter, you're the one who lost the bet. Just deal with it."

"I feel like an idiot."

"Well, that's your problem, not mine. After all, if you didn't want to do this, you shouldn't have let me choose the stakes. You're gay, my father is gay, and since the Cannons lost the cup, you have to go on a date with him."

"Does it ever occur to you that setting your father up is more than a little twisted, not to mention immoral?"

"Morality is for lesser creatures. I'm a Malfoy."

"You're cracked is what you are."

"Doesn't matter. I have my reasons and you're doing it."

"He's married!"

"Divorced, depressed, oh and his best friend died. He needs some cheering up and you're just the person to do it."

"This is so far beyond insane. How the hell are you going to get him to agree to this?"

"I have my ways. Now, Friday, be at the Manor at six. He hates tardiness."

"It's not like I care what your father thinks of me, Malfoy."

"If he doesn't have a good time, I am entitled to a forfeit. And I think parading you around in a schoolgirl costume would be a lovely one."

Harry blushed bright red.

"You wouldn't dare."

Draco leaned forward.

"Not only would I dare, I'd vanish your underwear."

"You're sick."

"Just do it, Potter."

"I hate you so much, Malfoy."

"It's mutual, Potter. Now, try to wear something semi-decent, will you? And wash behind your ears."

Harry sighed.

"Yes, mum."

"Potter, if I was your mum, I would have drowned you at birth. Just be there. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to get to."

Draco sauntered off, and once again Harry swore never ever to drink to excess. When he was drunk he did stupid things, like make an unwinable bet with Malfoy. Damn Malfoy.

cough This thing still work?

2009-04-10T18:44:27Z

Hi guys. Yes, I know I've been away forever. There has been no writing, sadly, or much else. Just studying for the GREs and trying to figure out the surgery thing. And WoW, which is doing an excellent job keeping me sane, especially after bombing on the GREs (I HATE THAT TEST!)

It's been a great spring, so instead of an actual life update or fic, I give you one perfect bloom.

More pretty garden pics thisaway

melfinatheblue @ 2009-01-06T15:43:00

2009-01-06T20:58:29Z

I need to face up to some things. I'm not coping, and I haven't been for a while. Hiding will not solve anything, I know that. But when it takes all my energy just to make a few phone calls, it's hard not to hide. I try writing, and it sucks. (Okay, so it may not really suck, but articulate communicative Harry is a problem, one I can't seem to fix).

I've thought for a long time that I was doing fine, getting better in fact. I think that had more to do with the terrific support I have now than anything else. I think also that the stress from my job was hiding this. Without my job, I have to deal with it.

I have drs' appts set up. As much as I don't want to be on meds for my screwed-up brain for the rest of my life, I need to accept that may in fact be the case. I'm trying to make some positive changes in my life, and meds are probably going to be a big part of that.

I don't know what I'm going to do about fests. I have completely screwed over dearsanta, which I feel horrible about. I've screwed up a lot of things, and I need to fix them, but first I need to fix me. If I struggle with the simple act of getting out of bed in the morning, I'm not going to make any headway.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that lj or ij may not see much from me for a while. If anything big happens I'll let you know, but unless I write something insanely silly to cheer myself up, there is unlikely to be any writing for a while.

Hugs to all of you!

(PS-> I may or may not hide from email for a bit. So if I don't answer comments right away, please do not be alarmed.)

melfinatheblue @ 2008-12-25T19:24:00

2008-12-26T00:24:10Z

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

And to me more beer and higher serotonin levels.

Stupid brain.

melfinatheblue @ 2008-12-19T20:10:00

2008-12-20T01:23:59Z

I got nothing. Or rather I have many things, including the wonder that is hulu.com, a great deal of alcohol, and a Lucius/Harry where Lucius seduces Harry in 3rd year (because he'll be damned if he touches Draco but young boys are so hawt), and goes on from there. There is a great deal of the use "arse slut" to describe Harry. This, like most of my fic ideas, exists merely to entertain me, since if I tried to write it, Lucius would probably be all angsty and "God, I do not want to be my father" instead of ooh, porn!
I also have two blogs (one knitting, one WoW) and a twitter account. Where I talk about WoW. It is probably very sad that most of my accomplishments on a day to day basis involve WoW, but since I have had a bottle and a half of wine, I do not care. Should you actually care about any of the aforementioned things, I give you...
The WoW Blog
The Knitting Blog
or The Twitter thing

I sincerely hope that all of you have a merry holiday (whatever holiday you prefer) and a Great New Year!

Can you tell that I've had a bottle and a half of wine because gorram it, no painkillers on Earth were touching these cramps? Serious, the stuff that puts my mom to sleep in 5 minutes flat did nothing. (For those wondering, I had all drugs at least 6 hours before I touched the wine. I like my liver, after all.)
Hugs to all and to all a surfeit of good alcohol and/or a good night!
(I would wish you all a surfeit of Lucius, but I understand that there are some heathens who do not see the wonderful squee of him. To those I wish a surfeit (hopefully involving nudity) of the character(s) of your choice.)

melfinatheblue @ 2008-12-12T22:13:00

2008-12-13T03:14:04Z

These are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, italicize the ones you read for school, underline the ones you started but didn't finish."

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna Karenina- I've tried three times. I figure reading War and Peace, the Sebastopol Scetches, and Resurrection counts
Crime and Punishment
Catch-22
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
The Name of the Rose
Don Quixote
Moby Dick
Ulysses
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey
Pride and Prejudice
Jane Eyre
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel
War and Peace
Vanity Fair
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Iliad
Emma
The Blind Assassin
Zatoichi
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
Great Expectations- I've tried. Evil evil book
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran
Quicksilver Exposition
Wicked
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Fountainhead
Foucault's Pendulum
Middlemarch
Frankenstein Also read for class, but read for pleasure first
The Count of Monte Cristo
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno I read the Purgatorio of my own volition afterwards
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
Oliver Twist
Gulliver's Travels
Les Misérables
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Dune
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela's Ashes
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake
Collapse
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
The Aeneid
Watership Down
Gravity's Rainbow
The Hobbit
In Cold Blood
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield

melfinatheblue @ 2008-12-11T11:20:00

2008-12-11T16:20:46Z

I played Movie potluck yesterday. Basically you show up at a theater and pick a movie there based mostly on showtimes. My choices ended up being Twilight and Nobel Son. I picked Nobel Son, and it was wonderful.

It's well, hard to sum up. You have an arrogant philandering professor who wins the Nobel Prize. And then his son gets kidnapped. The plot twists and turns and is really clever. A good cast, and Alan Rickman! And he has such wonderful lines, like "I want to rip all those clothes off" or words to that effect.

But even if you aren't a fan of his, you should still go see it. There's a bit of action, but mostly it's a clever psych movie, where no one is quite what they seem at the beginning.

*wanders off to keep working on job apps*

melfinatheblue @ 2008-12-05T13:16:00

2008-12-05T18:17:37Z

Pimping things...
One, snapedom. Awesome comm, and they're now doing a Yule party. If you love Snape, you should be there.
Two, drapery/snarco fest. Yes, I signed up for another fest. Yes, I am an idiot. But Snape and Draco and Harry just go so well together.
Three, I can now claim my dark_fest fic. I think I will attempt to do a deconstruction of it at some point, since I have quite a few things to say about it. It is INCREDIBLY dark, and a tearjerker. Or at least it made me cry.
Four, yule_balls is ongoing. Go forth and read!
Fifth (not really a pimp, but I know someone will be interested)
Star Trek Steampunk Wallpapers.

And I figured I'd do this again... Guess which fic I wrote for Yule Balls and I'll write one for you. I think I'll do this for every anon fest I do from now on. Note, Yule Balls fic may or may not have appeared yet.

Geeky Victory

2008-12-02T02:42:36Z

My victories may be small, but cool nonetheless.

Taliesin, my laptop, has been acting up for over a year. His wireless is failing, and if I want to use a USB drive, I must uninstall and reinstall all USB drivers and pray. Loads of praying. So, this weekend I backed him up (it took me an hour to get XP to cooperate with this plan), and burned off a Ubuntu CD. Tried the live CD yesterday. Then I tried to install...

Well, the partition manager picked up the IBM installed hidden partition and wanted to overwrite it. This struck me as a bad idea, and I told it no. It gave me no other options except manual (which I found extremely confusing). At this point I was stymied.

This morning I said screw it and restored Taliesin to factory defaults. Then I tried the live CD again. Lo and behold, it was more than happy to compress my windows installation (why it wasn't willing to do so before is beyond me) and leave the IBM partition alone. It installed and I rebooted.

And then there was a problem. The wireless fails (flickers is a better term) at least once every two minutes. Ubuntu had decided that my wired interface was not a happy one. An hour later (and much web searching) I manage to configure the router to allow another dhcp client (problem 1) and convince ubuntu that a) eth0 is the right interface, b) that the wireless interface should just be ignored, and c) if I can ping to google, the connection works.

Long (very geeky) story short, I made Ubuntu install and work on my laptop. With no knowledge of the terminal interface beyond ifconfig (and my basic networking commands like ping).

In other news, Yule Balls has started. Next up for me is dear santa (research is underway) followed by Wizard Love (unless my email is lying to me and I've forgotten a fest). We're not going to discuss how possible that is.
Oh, and while doing research I finished my election scarf and took a really bad picture of it.

A Contest!

2008-12-01T02:12:41Z

Okay guys, since I have been remarkably uninteresting of late, I offer a challenge. Dark_fest has finished posting, and I am curious to see if anyone can identify my fic. Reveal is up on Wednesday, so you have between now and then to guess, and the one who gets it (or comes closest) gets a fic. You pick the pairing, you pick the prompt, and I'll even wander outside HP fandom for you.

If multiple people guess right, then I'll do my best to write something for all of you! Please leave guesses in comments to this post (comments will be screened).

melfinatheblue @ 2008-11-23T11:28:00

2008-11-23T16:29:10Z

I thought this might amuse someone...

I'm applying to grad school, and one of the things I needed was my GRE scores. I knew I had taken the exam one summer, but couldn't remember my scores.
Thank god for LJ. I posted them (though not my writing score) and my post also indicates test date. Now if only I had one of the 4 magic numbers I need to order score reports. Like 4 years later I still have my admissions ticket. I will have to call them tomorrow.
D&D last night was fun, but my stomach was not so thrilled later on. SIgh, figures. Sure was yummy at the time.

melfinatheblue @ 2008-11-20T21:45:00

2008-11-21T02:46:20Z

Title: Platform 9 3/4
Author: Melfina the Blue
House: Ravenclaw
Word count: 320
Characters/pairings: Lucius, Scorpius
Challenge: Platform 9 3/4
Authors Notes: 100 word version here for Malfoy 100. I can't decide which I like better.

Scorpius fidgeted nervously. He'd never been around so many magical children before. They were even noisier than Muggle children, and he hadn't thought that possible. He felt his grandfather put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and looked up at him.

"You'll be fine. And remember, if you don't like it, we'll find some place you do like."

He smiled and patted Grandfather's hand. It was just so noisy. He wasn't used to such noise. After the accident, neither one of them had gotten out much. Grandfather took him to the zoo, the park, the cinema, all places full of Muggles. Grandfather said that his father had not wanted him to grow up with the same prejudices that he had, and so Grandfather tried hard to not show how much the Muggle world frightened and disgusted him.

Grandfather squeezed his shoulder and Scorpius looked up at him. He wasn't scared for himself; he was scared for Grandfather. Grandfather was the one who'd be all alone, no one to take care of him and talk to. A flash of light caught his eye and he looked over. There was a family surrounded by press nearby.

"Who are they, Grandfather?"

"That's Harry Potter and his children."

Grandfather knelt down, leaning on his cane. Scorpius turned to face him.

"Scorpius, I am very proud of you. Always. No matter what. Just don't get sorted into Hufflepuff, please?"

Scorpius smiled and hugged him.

"I'll do well, I promise."

"Just be happy. And write me frequently. Now, go get on that train before I completely destroy my stern patriarchal image."

"Don't worry. I promise not to tell anyone you've been known to laugh."

Grandfather smiled and slowly stood back up.

"You're a good boy, Scorpius, such a good boy."

Scorpius smiled and pulled his luggage onto the train. Lucius stared wistfully after him. He muttered quietly to himself.

"Should have said that to you, Draco. So sorry. So very sorry."

melfinatheblue @ 2008-11-19T19:50:00

2008-11-20T00:58:38Z

The christmas meme thing, because I am too nauseated to make sense. And yes, I am pagan. Christmas for me is a secular holiday.

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?
Generally bags.
2. Real tree or Artificial?
Artificial. Last year it was cloth.

3. When do you put up the tree?
Whenever my mom wants it up.

4. When do you take the tree down?
I think it came down in March sometime.

5. Do you like Egg Nog?
Yes.

6. Favorite gift received as a child?
American Girl doll

7. Hardest person to buy for?
boyfriends

8. Easiest person to buy for?
my mom

9. Do you have a nativity scene?
Yes, porcelain. Hasn't been put up in years.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards?
Um, none of the above?

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
A makeup mirror (I wanted a computer game)

12. Favorite Christmas Movie?
Muppet Chrismas Carol.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?
Cyber Monday

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
Planning to this year.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
Sushi

16. Lights on the tree?
Yes, all white, no flashing.

17. Favorite Christmas song?
Gabriel fram evan king (Old English, and I probably spelled it wrong)

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?
Go out to eat

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's?
Donner, dasher dancer comit and cupid and donner and blitzen. Probably not right.

20. Angel on the tree top or a star?
Angel.

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?
Christmas morning.

22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?
Jazzed up Christmas carols. DO NOT MESS WITH THE CLASSICS!

23. Favorite ornament theme or color?
The cloth ones my grandmother made

24. Favorite for Christmas dinner?
Sushi (we go out, remember?)

25. What do you want for Christmas this year?
Interchangable knitting needles set.

26. Who is most likely to respond to this?
Bored people
27. Who is least likely to respond to this?
Busy people

melfinatheblue @ 2008-11-17T13:56:00

2008-11-17T18:57:04Z

I wish I could say I was feeling better. I'm trying to stay optimistic and hopefully, but it's not going so well.
I've having trouble stringing sentences together, and I know I'm making mistakes. I keep having to try to write something, stop after a paragraph, and then come back to it two hours later to grammar and spell check. Then I can't think anymore, so I wait another two hours before I write the next one. Lather, rinse, repeat, and you can guess how my apps are going. And fics, and everything.

Spent alot of time just catching fish in wow. Easy, no brain required. There been some knitting,but mostly of the plain stockinette thick yarn variety, because again, brainless. There has also been a great deal of sleep.

The last time I felt anything like this was just after I'd had my ankle reconstructed and I was on heavy-duty painkillers and anti-nausea meds. I spent most of my time then playing Diablo 2 or sleeping. Forget reading or writing.

I don't know if it's the meds, the illness, or a combo that's making me feel like this, but I REALLY DO NOT WANT! I shouldn't have to start a damn blog entry at 7 am, and not be able to upload it till 2, just to make sure that it's semicoherant. It should just come out coherant. Sigh.

I'm gonna go watch Aah! Real Monsters! now. Someone uploaded it, and I love them forever for it. Anyone else remember that cartoon?

melfinatheblue @ 2008-11-11T21:46:00

2008-11-12T02:48:05Z

It's been, well, two steps forward, three back. Which is why I haven't posted. You guys don't need to hear me whining.

I'm back to constant nausea, and have managed to do something to my back on top of it. It feels weird, with the occasional burn. I know the swelling disc in my back is lower down than this new stuff, so I'm not sure what's going on. If it doesn't get better, well, that's another trip to a different dr.

Mostly what I've been doing is playing wow. Farming mostly, since a) it doesn't require any thought other than "fire on first target, switch to next target and fire, kill second one while pet kills first, loot both, repeat until I get the damn vanity pet". Plus, the way my computer is now set up, I recline (or sit against a wall) on a bed, which I can arrange with covers and pillows for maximum avoidance of ow. And brain does not work so well with muscle relaxants and painkillers.

Sadly I can't manage to knit at the moment, and I am completely and totally incapable of just sitting and watching something. Seriously, I can't. I will start reading or eating or channel surfing. Thank you ADD. Makes wow a nice compromise. I'm actively doing something, but not anything strenuous.

I am doing a bit of writing, but it's for a fest. Speaking of which, I can now claim...

An Ideal Bachelor from the cross gen fest as mine. I think it's one of my best fics to date and you should all go read it. (the link goes to the fest over on lj. If you want to read it here, it's the entry before this one)

Oh, and there have been some INCREDIBLE entries at the dark fest comm, and you should ignore the fact that I can't manage to find a link right now and go read them.

ANd because I keep seeing the dragons over on Ij, I give you my dragon...(or one of them anyway. I have a matching vanity pet but didn't have a screenshot)

One Scourge Down, a Billion to Go

An Ideal Bachelor (repost from cross gen fest)

2008-11-11T16:37:06Z

Title: An Ideal Bachelor
Author: melfinatheblue
Recipient: kcstories
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Lucius/Ginny, with side orders of Lucius/Severus, Harry/Ginny(past), and hints of Harry/Draco
Summary: When Ginny won a bachelor in a raffle, this was not what she was expecting
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
Warning(s):slash (implied), cursing
Word Count: 3500
Author's Notes: Many thanks to the beta for the great title and for the mods for their patience.

Hermione and Ginny sat at a table in a cafe, staring at the invitation that lay between them.

"Ginny, you know you want to go, come on. After all, it's not every day that..." Hermione picked up the invitation and started reading. "The Daily Prophet invites you to the social event of the season. Come bid on the most handsome and eligible bachelors in the Wizarding World, and get a chance to win a date with our entry raffle prize! All proceeds will benefit the rebuilding of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get a dream date with such notables as Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Oliver Wood, Neville Longbottom, or Draco Malfoy!"

Ginny rolled her eyes. Hermione sighed.

"Look, Ginny, it's for a good cause. You don't have to bid, just come."

"I cannot believe you're twisting my arm about this, Hermione! You know perfectly well why I don't want to go."

"Come on, it'll do you good to get out. You've been moping around for weeks now. You need to get over Harry and go have some fun. And what could be more fun than a charity auction of bachelors?"

"Root canal work?"

"Look at it this way. There's an open bar."

"Alright, that sold me. But if you bid on someone for me, I will have to kill you."

"I wouldn't dream of it. Now, do you want to meet there, or here?"

"There's fine. I'll just wander by after practice."

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Ginny had spent most of her evening at the bar. She wasn't ready to deal with men yet, especially not at a meat market like this. She'd seen Harry auctioned off for a very large sum, and had resisted the urge to tell the witch who bought him that she was wasting her money, that he was rubbish as a boyfriend or a date. Any man who waits till the engagement party to tell you that he really just thinks of you as a sister, well, just not worth it. Bloody Harry, breaking her heart like that. She'd really loved him.

"Ginny?"

"What?"

"They're raffling off the mystery man."

"I don't care."

"Well, I think they just called your ticket number, so you might want to start.

"WHAT?"

Hermione grabbed Ginny's arm. "Come on," she said, pulling Ginny towards the stage. Ginny rolled her eyes, but let herself be pulled. Soon they were both standing on the stage, next to Rita Skeeter. Ginny had to resist the urge to giggle at Skeeter's outfit. She'd never seen so many ruffles on one dress, and why they were alternating between green and purple was completely beyond her. It was rather mesmerizing, in a bad way.

"Well, Miss Weasley, congratulations. You've won a date with one of the most eligible bachelors in the Wizarding World. He's handsome, wealthy, sophisticated, and after being off the market for a long time, is now available again! We'll be sending a questionnaire to you tomorrow morning to ensure that you have the night of your dreams!"

Rita winked at Ginny, then turned back to the crowd and smiled broadly.

"Now ladies, next on the block is Draco Malfoy!"

Ginny let Hermione pull her off the stage. She was vaguely happy that her mystery man wasn't Malfoy. Hopefully it was someone like Neville. She followed Hermione back to the bar.

"Who do you think it is?"

"Neville?"

"Can't be. She said he'd been off the market for a long time. Has to be older than that, and Neville isn't wealthy. Who's handsome, older than us, and wealthy?"

"Um...."

"Come on, Ginny, you know more people than I do. Could it be someone high up in the Ministry?"

Ginny mentally ran through the men she knew. Most of the older ones weren't considered handsome, or weren't wealthy, or both. In fact, the only one that was coming to mind was...

"FUCK!"

"What? Did you think of someone?"

"Yes, and I don't like it."

"Who?"

"Lockhart."

"Can't be. He's in St Mungos, and isn't wealthy."

Ginny thought more, and then it hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Double FUCK!"

"And who did you think of this time?"

"Hermione, what rich, evil, blond man just went through a nasty divorce? Here's a hint, they're auctioning his son off right now."

"Lucius Malfoy? Not possible."

"It fits. He's certainly wealthy, generally considered handsome, and just got divorced."

"Ouch. Well, this would be a bad time to point out that if you back out, Skeeter'll have it all over the Prophet the next morning."

"Hence triple fuck."

"Well, he has to show you a good time, at least. Do whatever you want."

"That is not a huge comfort."

"Think about it. He could take you to dinner in Paris, dancing in Milan, wherever you want. He has to, in fact."

"I'd rather be violently ill."

"And everyone would assume you weren't over Harry. Just accept it up and go. It's just one night."

"Hermione, you stink on occasion."

"But I'm right."

"That's generally when you stink the most."

"Fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Malfoy to bid on."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Oh god, no. He'll be horrified. Payback for all those times he called me a mudblood."

Ginny stared at Hermione. That particular form of revenge had never occurred to her.

"Hermione, you're brilliant sometimes. Think you can come up with something to horrify his father?"

"The fact that he has to go on a date with a Weasley should do it."

"You've got a good point. Good luck on traumatizing the ferret."

"I think it will be a great deal of fun."

Ginny smiled and ordered another drink. Hermione had a point. Traumatizing Lucius Malfoy could be a great deal of fun. She giggled when Hermione won the auction and came back to the bar.

"Hermione, you know what would really traumatize him?"

"No, what?"

"Tell him we all think he's gay for Harry. It'd probably turn his hair grey, not that you could tell."

Hermione laughed.

"Now that is evil. See, using this to traumatize can be fun!"

"Yup. Lucius Malfoy is not going to know what hit him."

"And neither is the ferret. To traumatizing old enemies!"

"To traumatizing people who deserve it!"

They laughed together, and had another drink. Neither Malfoy was going to know what hit them.

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Lucius sat in the breakfast table, alternately staring at the piece of paper in front of him and his pouting son across the table.

"Father, I don't want to go on a date with her."

"Draco, stop whining. You're not three anymore. And I'm not overly thrilled with my partner either, but I'm not whining about it."

"A mudblood! I have to go on a date with a mudblood!"

"And I'm going on a date with Arthur Weasley's daughter, and I am coping with it. You will do the same."

"But Hermione Granger!"

"Draco, you are going, and you will be polite and nice and show her a damn good time. Are we clear?"

Draco stared at the floor sullenly.

"Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now, go sweep that mudblood off her feet and then dump her."

Draco smiled and proceeded to molest a banana orally. Lucius sighed.

"Draco, how many times have I told you to please not demonstrate your lack of a gag reflex at the breakfast table."

"But it's more fun to eat them this way!"

"I don't care. It's unseemly."

"Oh, come on. There's no one here but you and me. You're just jealous. I bet you can't do it."

"Draco, that is not the point."

"Yes, it is."

Lucius sighed, peeled a banana, and proceeded to prove to Draco that indeed, he could deep-throat a banana. Draco sat there with his mouth open, completely stunned.

"Draco, close your mouth. Honestly, what did you think I was up to with Severus?"

"Uncle Severus? Eeew! Father, stop!"

Lucius sighed, grabbed a crumpet, and wandered off to his study. At least there he would have peace and quiet to contemplate sweeping a Weasley off her feet. Her questionnaire hadn't been much help. Maybe her idea of a dream date was similar to her mother's? Then he considered Molly Prewitt's idea of a dream date and scrubbed that idea. He was not doing that or anything like that with a Weasley. Maybe just sweeping her off her feet would work...

"Father?"

Draco stuck his head in. Lucius resisted the urge to sigh again.

"Yes?"

"You do remember that Ginny Weasley's the one who you gave the diary to and it almost killed her, right?"

Lucius resisted the urge to start beating his head on his desk. He had completely forgotten about that little incident.

"Good luck, Father, you're going to need it."

Lucius wondered briefly if strangling his son would land him in Azkaban. Probably. Better to come up with a cunning plan to sweep the Weasley off her feet. Severus might have some ideas on that front...

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Severus stared at Lucius.

"Are you completely insane? You're asking ME for advice on sweeping a woman off her feet. Me. The man who's never managed to sweep anyone off anything."

"Severus, I know absolutely nothing about this girl. You at least have interacted with her on some level, however superficial."

"Why don't you do what you did with Narcissa?"

"Compliments and expensive jewelry? She doesn't seem the type. And I'm not standing outside the Weasleys house and serenading her."

"She likes Quidditch. And is annoying."

"Thank you, Severus, you're ever so helpful."

"You got yourself into this, Lucius, not me."

"I wasn't expecting to have to deal with Arthur Weasley's daughter."

"Lucius, suck it up."

"Severus, this is hardly the place or the time."

"Not suck it, suck it up. It's a vulgar American phrase that I'd expect you to recognize, given that your mind is always in the gutter?"

"I don't recall you ever complaining. Generally it's more along the lines of 'Oh Merlin, yes!'"

"Lucius, find something else to do with your mouth besides complaining."

"Like driving you mad? Don't you have a class in 10 minutes?"

"Twenty."

"Just enough time, then."

"Lucius? You are aware that she and Potter broke up recently?"

"No, but that does explain why he's staring at Draco's arse more openly. I keep thinking it might do both of them a world of good to just lock them in a room together and not let them out till they've dealt with it."

"Do that thing with your tongue, and I might even help you with that."

Lucius smirked and knelt in front of Severus, opening his robe. At least he still had this. And Severus was right, he'd manage. He was a Malfoy, after all.

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Ginny had never been so nervous before a date in her life. It was all very well and good, planning with Hermione over many, many bottles of Chardonnay, but the reality was very different. She was going on a date with a man who'd nearly killed her, a man who at one point had haunted her nightmares. She checked herself in the mirror again.

"Ginny, you're stunning. You'll be fine, dear. He's really a bit of a pushover for a pretty girl."

"Mother, I really don't want to know how you know that."

"Well, we were at Hogwarts together, and he was known as the 'Sex God of Slytherin'."

"You didn't!"

"No, I didn't, but I knew plenty who did. And trust me, that green dress will leave him speechless."

Ginny looked in the mirror. She was wearing a sleeveless green silk dress, with a demure neckline in front that plunged almost to her tail-bone behind . Her hair was swept up, the better to expose her back. She froze at a knock on the door.

"Don't worry, dear, I'll get it."

Molly scurried off to answer the door. As she expected, Lucius was standing there. He was impeccably dressed, as usual, and he was holding a bouquet of pale pink roses.

"Mrs. Weasley. Always a pleasure. Is your daughter ready to go?"

"Mr. Malfoy, are you just trying to avoid her father?"

"Possibly, possibly. I rather think neither one of us wants a scene. And your daughter is perfectly safe with me."

Molly arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, I do hope not. Your reputation precedes you."

Lucius stared at her in shock. It had never occurred to him that Ginevra Weasley's mother might want her to be debauched.

"MOTHER!"

Lucius had a vague picture in his head of a small red-headed girl, with a dirty nose. He was a bit shocked by the fact that his date was in fact, a full grown and rather beautiful woman. It took him a moment to recover and offer her the flowers.

"Miss Weasley. You look lovely."

"Mr. Malfoy. I will hurt you if you get out of line."

"Duly noted. Would you like to go to dinner now or would you prefer we stay for a little while longer so that your mother can embarrass you further?"

Ginny stared at him in shock. Was that a joke? Did Lucius Malfoy have a sense of humor?

"Shall we, Miss Weasley?" asked Lucius, proffering his arm. Ginny took it, and they swept out the door. Molly smiled. The two of them did look good together.

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"I can't believe you're a Quidditch fan!"

"Did you think I watched the Slytherin games at Hogwarts for my health?"

"I, I guess I never thought about it. I remember you buying Draco's way onto the Slytherin team."

"That was not precisely how it happened. Severus asked me if I would be willing to make a donation to the team to even the playing field. Draco had already been selected as Seeker. He was an obvious choice, given that he's a talented flyer."

"Even the playing field? The Slytherins were always the ones who cheated!"

"And which house was given the House Cup by Dumbledore? In which house were rulebreakers rewarded? It certainly wasn't Slytherin. Buying brooms for Slytherin was one of my many attempts to thwart his blatant favoritism."

"Please! Dumbledore was a fair man."

"I sincerely doubt you and I knew the same person."

"What are you saying?"

"I am saying, that you knew Dumbledore when you were a child, and he was a figure of authority. It takes a certain kind of child to question authority, and I doubt you were that kind of child. Neither was I."

"Nah, you sucked up to authority, just like Draco, right?"

"Actually, I tended to avoid it whenever possible. My father was a very strict believer in spare the rod and spoil the child, so authority generally equaled punishment. I did my best to live up to the Malfoy name, while avoiding him as much as possible. Now, what did you wish to do after dinner? I have several options prepared."

"Options? So dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower was not the only thing slated for tonight? Impressive."

"I do my best. So yes, options. We can go to the All-Stars exhibition match, take a private tour through the magical catacombs of Vienna, or go to a ball in Rome. Your choice."

"How did you get tickets to the All-Stars?"

"I'm the reason the Arrows have a fund for injured and retired players."

"Oh. Don't suppose I could talk you into funding one of those for the Harpies?"

"Sorry. I'm a diehard Arrows man. I would be happy to help you find donors, but I'm not going to be one."

"Hmm. Are the seats any good?"

"For the match? Box seats."

"I'm a bit overdressed."

"Yes, I can see how your outfit could be a problem. All the male players would be transfixed by your beauty and be completely unable to do anything but stare at you."

"You aren't transfixed."

"Many years of being married to another stunningly beautiful woman have given me a moderate immunity. But trust me, if not for that, I would be stunned."

Ginny rolled her eyes. Lucius smiled.

"It's nice to see that my son isn't the only one who does that. Now, shall we? The game will start soon, and I do so hate being late."

He offered her his arm again. Ginny had to admit that he was polite. And amusing. And, fuck, was she starting to warm to him? He was Lucius Malfoy, a death eater, potential murderer, and an all-around racist bastard. It shouldn't matter that he was also polite and charming and funny and good-looking. The bad should really be trumping the good here. So why wasn't it? Why was she attracted to him?

"Miss Weasley?"

Ginny realized that she'd been staring off into space.

"Sorry. And you can call me Ginny."

"Certainly, Ginny. Now, ready to go?"

Without waiting for a reply, he swept her into his arms and Apparated. Ginny wasn't sure how she felt about being swept off her feet, but she had to admit that he had a nice chest and arms. Shit! She was doing it again. She did NOT like Lucius Malfoy. She hated Lucius Malfoy, and this entire date was just to show Harry that she was over him. She just had to remember that.

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Hermione and Ginny sat in a cafe together, nursing cups of tea.

"So how was the date?" Hermione asked, glancing over at Ginny.

"I had to keep reminding myself that I hate Lucius Malfoy. Fucking hate him. And now I hate him even more because I think I like him."

"What?"

"He was polite and well-mannered, he has a sense of humor, and watching him eat, well, it should be illegal to be that sexy with food. I kept thinking about the other things I'd want him to do with that mouth. Plus, he knows Quidditch. Really well. I'm doomed, aren't I?"

Hermione patted Ginny's arm. She was at a bit of a loss. This particular problem had not occurred to her.

"Well, um, maybe if you see him again, his warts will become apparent and you'll dump him?"

Ginny sighed.

"I guess. I can hope, can't I? And when's your date with Malfoy junior, anyway?"

"Next Saturday. We're going to a museum."

"A museum? Malfoy senior took me to dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower and the All-Stars Exhibition Quidditch match."

"Well, a private viewing of the rare books in the British Museum is nothing to sneeze at."

"I just find it amusing. Senior's much better at sweeping women off their feet. Maybe he could give his son some lessons?"

"Come on Ginny, we all know that the only person Junior wants to sweep off their feet is Harry Potter. And he won't admit that, even to himself."

"Denial isn't just a river in Egypt and all that. So a second date?"

"It's either that or you keep drooling over him from afar."

"Second date. My dad's going to go ballistic."

"He'll cope. Eventually."

Ginny looked back at her tea cup. Why did life have to be so complicated?

"So do I owl him, or what?"

"I rather doubt he'll take the initiative."

"Crap. I'll send a note later today."

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Lucius had enjoyed his date. It was odd, interacting with a woman who was not Narcissa in a romantic way. And it was exhilarating as well. With Narcissa, he could predict how she would react, what she would like and dislike, but with Ginny, well, he had no idea. It made it exciting. And it didn't hurt that she was extremely attractive. He didn't really expect things to go anywhere, given who she was and who he was, but it had been an enjoyable night.

"Father, post."

Lucius sighed. One of these days he would convince Draco to knock instead of just sticking his head in. Maybe Severus could help with that?

"Father, you got something."

"Draco, I generally receive several missives a day. How is this any different?"

"Because it's scented?"

"What?"

Lucius was on his feet and in front of Draco in a moment. He held out his hand.

"The letter, please."

Draco snickered and handed it over. Lucius opened it, and started to read.

"Who's it from? What does it say?"

"Dear Lucius, I enjoyed our date. Are you free Saturday night to repeat the experience? Ginny"

"Wow. She asked for a second date. You must have really swept her off her feet."

"Draco, it's not your business."

"You know I'm never speaking to you again if you marry her."

"Then I'll disinherit you."

"Then you won't have a heir."

"I'm sure Ginny would be more than happy to oblige on that point."

"Bugger," said Draco. His father finally had a comeback to the no heir threat.

"Oh, and Draco, please, for the sake of all concerned, go fuck Harry Potter, and get it out of your system."

"I am not gay."

"And yet you rant and rave and drool over him. Go deal with it, before Severus and I lock you two in a room together and refuse to let you out till you've fucked."

"You wouldn't."

"For the sake of my son's happiness and my own sanity, I certainly would."

Draco turned deathly pale, and Lucius patted him on the shoulder.

"Draco, it's a cock. You have one, and you know how to deal with one. You'll be fine."

Draco turned and stalked out of the room. Lucius smiled. He had a new woman in his life, Draco was going to deal with the Potter issue, and Severus was coming by for dinner tonight. Life was good.

melfinatheblue @ 2008-11-03T23:32:00

2008-11-04T04:33:14Z

So there's this election thingy tomorrow and everyone seems to be panicking. Not that I blame them. My plans are...

I plan to avoid the entire thing (except for going to vote) by engaging in the madness of attempting to clean a house that has not been cleaned in my memory (aka 24 years). There will likely be doom and I expect to find the One Ring.

I may also start a scarf. Since I made one during the last election (and you could totally tell when I was actually watching the results since my gauge (aka the size of the stitches) went down so much that that bit of the scarf was two inches narrower than the rest), and it seems like a nice tradition. I wound a hank of the laceweight I got as my prize and it is shiny and pretty and I should find it soothing.

Also, I am completely and totally not responsible for my state. It's full of idiots.

See my pretty new yarn? The ball is the one I want to work with tomorrow.

And that would be my Dark Mark necklace (the thing to the side is the camera strap, and the color is weirdly yellow for some reason)

A Right Royal Spanking (Lucius/Harry, rated NC-17)

2008-11-04T01:04:39Z

Title:A Right Royal Spanking
PairingLucius/Harry
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:spanking, bondage, no actual sex, and unbetaed
Word Count:2136
Prompt:There's nothing more British than a right royal spanking followed by a nice cup of tea. It helped build the Empire.
James Rigby, Wickford, Essex From here
Author's Notes:A very belated b-day pressie for fbowden. Happy really belated BDAY!

Lucius was bored. This was never a good thing. The last time he'd been this bored, well, let's just say that Severus wasn't able to walk properly for a week. Because when Lucius was bored, he got extremely inventive. And now he was bored, and no one was around. Which was a pity, as he'd just invented a new spell he was sure Severus would love. But no, Severus had to go off looking for the Horned Snacklecrump with his new girlfriend. Of course Severus didn't actually believe in the Horned whateveritwas, but apparently the Lovegood girl had talked him into it. Or the sex was phenomenal. He wasn't quite sure which and Severus had growled at him when he'd asked. And not in the fun way either. He sighed. Maybe Draco was doing something entertaining, or alternatively was available to do something. Just getting out of the house seemed like a really good idea. He wandered over to Draco's office and knocked on the door, then stuck his head in.

Draco was sitting at his desk, talking with the rather nice-looking man sitting across from him. They both looked up.

"Father, is there something you want?"

"I wanted to know if you were free. I'm bored."

Draco paled slightly. Things tended to get interesting when Father was bored, and that was the last thing he needed right now.

"Have you flooed Uncle Sev?"

"Off with that Lovegood chit."

"Oh. Father, this is Robert Spazo. Robert, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy."

"Nice to meet you, sir. I see the resemblance."

"You do? I always thought he looked more like his mother."

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Father, I can't leave the manor right now. Pans is on bed rest, remember?"

Lucius sighed and leaned against the door. Robert looked him up and down. Older man, great sense of dress, married, but that didn't mean much, and had a male friend close enough for Draco to refer to him as uncle. His gaydar was going off, loudly.

"Draco, perhaps your father would like to join me at a club?"

"Robert, my father has never been in a club in his life."

"Actually Draco, Severus took me once. A disco, I think it was called. Men dressing up as women, very loud music, and extremely tight pants."

Draco rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Father, please stop telling me things that will scar me for life."

Lucius smirked.

"Well, um, this club isn't Draco's sort of thing, but it might be yours, unless I am much mistaken. I can guarantee tight pants, and possibly a complete lack of pants. And it's not a Muggle club. Strictly wizards only."

Draco raised an eyebrow. He'd never considered taking Father to that club. Or any club really. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Father could go find another like-minded man to amuse himself with, and it'd do him good to get out of the house.

"Father, you should go. It'd be an experience for you. And if you stay around here, I'm too busy to amuse you, and Pansy will probably throw things at you."

Lucius pondered for a moment, a very long moment. Draco decided to bring him out of his reverie.

"Father?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go or not?"

"Do I need to change?"

Robert smiled.

"Nah, you'll stick out a bit, but I gather that's a common Malfoy trait."

"We prefer to think of it as not blending in with the plebs."

"Father, are you now using the royal we?"

"Yes, Draco, just to annoy you. In fact, your mother thinks the same thing."

"Fine, whatever. Just go off and have fun."

Lucius smiled.

"I plan to."

"Draco, I'll floo you tomorrow with the details of the contract, and I promise to take good care of Mr. Malfoy."

"Thank you, Robert. Father, have fun."

Draco bent back to his papers as Lucius and Robert walked out of the room. He wondered vaguely if he should warn Father about what he was getting into, then decided against it. It was good for Father to have new experiences.

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Robert and Lucius walked down the long drive to the Manor gate. The wards were a bit stubborn about letting non-family members Apparate on the premises.

"So where are we going?"

"Black Tie night at the Missing Chalice."

Lucius glanced down at himself.

"Neither one of us is in formal dress."

"It's not that kind of a black tie."

Lucius looked confused. Robert decided it might be a good idea to explain.

"Ever tie someone up?"

Lucius raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Robert realized he was blushing.

"Ever wear leather? Ever spank someone for their sexual gratification?"

Robert was blushing quite brightly now, and stammering a bit. Lucius decided to put him out of his misery.

"Perhaps."

Robert breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am aware of such activities, but it never occurred to me that there might be a place where such things are done in public."

"Well, they do at the Missing Chalice, but only on Black Tie night. It's once a week."

"So, you intend for me to..."

"Oh, no, you misunderstand. I thought you might enjoy the spectacle. I go to watch, not to participate."

"I just want to make sure I understand this. We're going to a club where men let other men tie them up and hit them."

"Yes. And some men wear masks, so they can't be recognized."

"Excellent. I love a challenge."

"Um, I don't think it's supposed to be a challenge."

"Mr. Spazo, how familiar are you with my background?"

"Draco didn't really talk about it. I know you were involved in the war somehow. And call me Robert."

"Robert, I spent a lot of time in my youth hanging out with people wearing masks. It's always an enjoyable challenge to figure out who's behind them, especially when they don't want you to find out."

"Oh. Are you any good at it?"

"At figuring out who they are? Yes. People tend to walk a certain way, use certain mannerisms, sound a certain way. It's very difficult to change that, because it's mostly things they aren't even aware they do. All you have to do is pay attention."

"Never thought about that, really."

"Most people don't."

"Um, so, there are some rules I should make you aware of. First, what happens at the Chalice stays there. Second, no sex. If you want to have sex, you need to make arrangements to do so off the premises. There are a few others, but they only apply if you're planning on participating."

Lucius nodded. They all made sense, and this could be very entertaining. They reached the gate, which opened for them.

"So where is this club?"

"I'll meet you at the Leaky Apparation point, and it's a short walk from there."

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Robert was a bit surprised at how well Lucius had taken to the Chalice. Within five minutes of entering, he'd been propositioned three times and turned all three of them down. He was now sitting at the bar, sipping whiskey, and watching. Just watching in a bored sort-of way.

"You know, if you're bored..."

"I am simply waiting for the right person. Set your mind at ease, Robert. While I'm not really used to seeing this done in public, I am used to seeing this sort of thing. And that fellow over there is beckoning to you. Feel free to go have fun. I can take care of myself."

Robert looked over, and saw one of his friends waving at him.

"You sure you'll be fine?"

"Yes, I am quite sure."

Robert nodded and walked over to his friend, leaving Lucius to his own devices.

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Harry was nervous. He'd been trying to come to Black Tie night for a long time, and tonight had finally managed to screw his courage to the sticking point. He was wearing a simple black mask, the style favored by bottoms at the club. He decided a drink would be a good idea, and wandered over to the bar. He had just started to sip his Firewhiskey when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"You, I think."

Harry turned around and realized that Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him. It had never occurred to him that either Malfoy would go in for this sort of thing. He swallowed and tried to cover his surprise.

"Me what?"

"I think you want me."

"A bit sure of yourself, aren't you, Malfoy?"

"It's a tragic flaw, this hubris of mine. And yet, when one is so rarely wrong..."

Harry noticed that Lucius' left hand was tracing patterns over the head of his cane. Suddenly images of being completely helpless, of having Lucius spank him while he pleaded for mercy, decided to pop into his head. They were remarkably stimulating. And what the hell, Lucius Malfoy had no idea who he was, so why not?

"Well, in this case you might be right. Paddle only, safe word is banana. And no breaking the skin."

Lucius smirked and bent his head to whisper in Harry's ear.

"You should see what I can do to a banana."

Harry blushed. Lucius smiled, and pulled Harry away from the bar.

"Private or public?"

"What?"

Lucius indicated one of the whipping posts set up throughout the club.

"Private or public?"

Harry gulped.

"I don't think I...."

"What's the matter, public a bit too overwhelming, or are you afraid of being alone with a Death Eater?"

"Public."

"As you wish."

Lucius led Harry to the post, and carefully tied him to it.

"Is that fine?"

Harry nodded. Then a horrible thought occurred to him.

"You have done this before, right?"

"Many times. I used to have a regular partner."

"What happened to him?"

"The best thing possible for him. He fell in love. Even if he refuses to admit it. And I will not discuss him further."

Harry took a deep breath and pressed his head against the post. He felt Lucius reach around and undo his trousers and boxers, exposing his arse to the room. It was humiliating and intoxicating and everything he wanted. He really should have done this years ago, but with the press and Ginny and the kids, there'd never been the time or the courage.He made a small noise of surprise as Lucius slapped his bare bottom. It stung a bit, but not badly.

"Good, you don't bruise easily."

And before Harry could parse that statement, he was smacked with the paddle. Again and again and again until his world narrowed to the paddle, his sore arse, and his extremely excited cock. It felt like hours till the paddle stopped, and then he realized that he'd never said the safe word, never asked Lucius to stop.

"Why?"

"Your skin's about had it. Any more and I'll spill blood. You did specify no skin-breaking."

Harry whined. He wanted more. So much more. He felt a cool hand press against his overheated forehead, followed shortly by an outer robe brushing his arse as Lucius reached up to untie him.

"If you want more, Harry, all you have to do is ask." Lucius whispered into Harry's ear as he untied him.

It took Harry a moment to realize that Lucius knew who he was, and then he had to fight down a rising tide of panic.

"How? Why? I'm not..."

"You are Harry James Potter, the Boy who lived and who apparently enjoys a bit of rough play now and again. Very much," Lucius whispered, cupping Harry's cock. "Now, I have absolutely no intention of telling anyone who you are, but I would like very much to shag you senseless. And then I want to rub ointment into those deliciously red buttocks of yours and make you come so hard that you'll be seeing stars for days."

Harry gulped. This was not how he'd thought the evening would go, but damn if what Lucius was offering didn't seem incredibly appealing.

"And I'd be safe?"

"Safe? Do you really want to be safe? I cannot promise safety, but I can promise that the only harm you will come to will be purely consensual. Come now, Mister Potter, you know what you want. Your secret is safe with me either way."

Harry pulled up his trousers and turned to look at Lucius.

"Fine. But only tonight, you hear."

Lucius nodded and took him by the hand. The Gryffindor said tonight now, but later he'd be begging for eternity. They always did.

melfinatheblue @ 2008-11-02T22:41:00

2008-11-03T03:42:19Z

The fever of nonsensical doom is back. Whee for random fever induced plot bunnies, I guess?

Also, my stomach hurts.

In things that don't involve me whining, I ran into some friends while with my mom today. It was odd. I'm kinda used to my mom hearing about my friends without ever meeting any of them. Not that it was bad she met them, it was just odd. Or ood. Something.

I am awake because the sleeping schedule has gotten all out of whack again. Stupid time change.
To make up for the whining, I give you another rarepairs drabble. I have yet to decide if this one needs reworking or not. The change in internal narration could be confusing, but everything is confusing right now, so I shall stick it here. Feel free to comment, suggest title, go WTF, whatever... (and I've decided both prompt tables count as WIPs)

It is odd, now to have such a perspective on things. To look at my faithful (or perhaps not so faithful) servant, and want to do things to him. These desires are strange, frightening, but now that I have awakened to such things, the power of them is unmistakable. My eyes are opened, and truly, is there anyone who is not completely controlled by their libido? And Lucius, faithless, scheming Lucius. I dream of his voice, whimpering, as I play him like a lute, of that blond hair streaked red with blood as his every sinew pleads for mercy. His voice gone from screaming as I use him up, and the sight of him, curled into a ball, every inch of his body stained beyond recovery with such beautiful sin, those visions now fight with those of the world clamped beneath my heel and I cannot, for the life of me, decide which I would rather have. Of course, there will be no such choice. Sooner or later Lucius will slip up, and then I shall fulfill all those dark dreams.

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The Dark Lord stares at me more, now. I am unsure why, but it unnerves me. I have seen such looks on men's faces before, and were it anyone but him, I would call it lust and be done with it. But he is the Dark Lord, who has sublimated every bodily desire to his desire for power. It cannot be lust, but then, what is it? And why do I fear it so? I must watch my step carefully now, for I fear any misstep could lead to severe repercussions.

FINISH ALL MY WIPS NOVEMBER

2008-11-01T17:35:45Z

Okay, so I know everyone's doing Nano. Unfortunately, many WIPs + vomitting + fever = Melfina should not attempt to write a novel till she's got some stories done, possibly including the one due on the 17th that I kinda haven't started (unless you count going through about 5 different scenarios in my head, all of which seem to involve undead Sirius and the buttsecks. Since the request mentioned nothing about undead Sirius, I may have a problem.)

Instead I am attempting "FINISH ALL MY WIPS NOVEMBER". Not quite as catchy as Nano, but it seems like a good idea.
There are roughly 13 wips, according to googledocs. These include such weirdness as Assasination Stadium, HP playing D&D (featuring my favorite couple of lines of recent memory..."Everyone knows ogres aren't good people!" "You're not good people, Malfoy!", and a sequel to My Handsome Prince which reveals what happens when Lucius goes to prison.

To get things started, I give you comment porn. Well, not so much porn as comment crack. And you can blame it all on WB. Oh, and fbowden, who wanted cheering up.

Draco rolled his eyes. Why his mother was wearing what appeared to be a dead ferret on her head was completely beyond him. She was really hopeless without Father to pick out her clothes. Of course Father was off, in a cold cell, or possibly rogering the hell out of all his cellmates. It was so difficult to know with him.

But if Draco had to place a bet, it would certainly be on rogering. He'd heard the jokes about not dropping the soap in prison, and with his father now there, the jokes were reality. He almost felt sorry for the other prisoners, but then it occurred to him...

"THEY'RE ALL GETTING MORE THAN ME!"

"What, dear?"

Narcissa looked at her son worriedly. Draco really had seemed so out of sorts lately.

"Um, nothing. Nothing at all."

"I know you miss your father, Draco. I miss him too."

"Yeah, I miss the voyeurism opportunities, the wanking away to father and some guy going at it hammer and tongs," Draco muttered under his breath, sure that his mother would neither hear nor care if she did.

And because it needs pimping...

melfinatheblue @ 2008-10-29T11:48:00

2008-10-29T15:49:19Z

So, after seeing the latest Narcissa picture over on fbowden's post, I felt I should share my Lucius muse's reaction...

"When did she take polyjuice, and OH GOD why? Where did my beautiful blond go, and can I have her back now?"

My reaction was mostly "WTF DO NOT WANT!" That is not Narcissa. That is not even anywhere close to Narcissa. WB, please get off the fail boat.

Today, I will be continuing the grad school application thing, as well as attempting not to freeze to death and um, yeah, I should work on fic. We'll see how long the coherancy lasts. I give it another hour or so before my brain turns back into mush.

And before I forget, I got an idea for the first square of my Prachettalong. A phrase from The Color of Magic really stuck in my head. "firey punctuation mark" I think that'll make a nice simple square, and will still remind me of the book. Not that this will get started till after XMas, but now I have a plan.

melfinatheblue @ 2008-10-25T19:28:00

2008-10-25T23:30:20Z

Um, so...

I am cold. Our heat is broken. We will not have new heat till the beginning of November at the earliest, and it will likely be a week or two later than that. So not likely to be warm any time soon. Thank goodness I live in GA, right? (and also thank goodness that we have plenty of blankets. I had three on my bed last night)

Apparently Aurora is haunting my mother. Explains why I keep expecting to hear her bound up the stairs. I miss my puppy. Sigh.

Felt better yesterday, wandered up to Hallowcon, and I will certainly be going next year. This year, with the sick, it just didn't seem like a good idea. Especially since I came home and spent most of my night being violently ill. Spent most of today attempting to recover, before giving up and watching ghost stories.

I have a dark mark. This is a happy. It is silver.

I won a raffle for lace yarn. Also a happy.

Part of our group stood us up for D&D. Since that was the main reason I drove to Chattanooga yesterday, not a happy.

And because I have been sadly remiss in pimping...

HP Cross Fest on lj is ongoing and I got pretty artsies! The fic I wrote may or may not have been posted. Not saying. It also may or may not involve Lucius.

I'm curling up back under the covers now. My hands are cold.