Harry Potter: Ero World

{Main Office, Malfoy Manor, Unplottable}

{1st Oct 1991} 

{3rd Person POV}

Lucius smashed the ink pot on the opposite wall as he read through another supposed headline that Rita had tried to publish but was stopped by the newspaper director. While he had successfully stopped these articles from being posted after the first day, he was bleeding money every day as each blockade cost him quite a bit of hush money.

Trying to contact Rita hadn't worked, as she had denied even meeting him. Her attack had spread from his father's plans to overtake the Black Family's vault to other instances of corruption that he had personally been a part of, like his involvement in the underground slave market for graduated muggle-borns that he didn't want the general public to know.

'Things that no one should know... How is she even finding out all of this information?' Lucius cursed as he looked at the latest piece on his involvement in the drug trade.

'''The Noble House of Malfoy: A house built upon a small farm in Greece'''

'''The Origins of House Malfoy can be traced down to the boat their ancestors took to arrive in greater Britain. While the boat did come from France, where they have become an unofficial exiled branch, the foundation of the newest house of Winzengamont could be traced to their opium farm in Greece...'''

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Lucius pushed the paper aside and threw it away as well. This particular article was nothing but a bunch of lies mixed together. House Malfoy has been involved with the drug trade, as drugs are a quite famous pastime for the upper-class purebloods who have a lot of time on their hands. Even to this day, his import/smuggling business with Greengrass is one of the most profitable ones, but nowhere in the article was the other house mentioned.

'She's blatantly targeting House Malfoy now, but why? What could the brat have possibly promised that she would risk going against us...' 

Rita Skeeter's behaviors didn't make sense to him. The other thing that didn't make any sense was the fact that the Diary, which he had planted months ago, hadn't produced any results. Wasn't it supposed to bring death and destruction to the Muggleborns? Why, even after one whole month of it being planted, there hasn't been a single rumor or anything regarding it?

Combined with the fact that he was losing allies, he didn't see losing ever was just a massive headache. The Greengrass had backed away from talks of Draco's betrothal contract with Astoria, and the Parkinson's have also rescinded the betrothal contract that they had been so ready for during the past few years.

He hadn't lost control of the Black fortune yet, and he wasn't going to let some brat who grew up in muggle filth take control of one of the greatest fortunes in Wizarding Britain.

"Dobby!" Lucius snarled. He had to wait a few seconds before the elf appeared in front of his table. The distaste was clear in Lucius's tone, but he tried to keep it neutral and spoke, "Where's Narcissa?"

The elf bowed unconsciously as he stuttered out, "L-lady Malfoy is in the Master Bedroom."

Lucius spoke, "Tell her that I—" he stopped midway. No matter his mood, he really can't go overboard with Narcissa. Her father was a fool, but he had made sure to include several clauses that ensured her safety and her status in the house. That's why, although he had managed to free Draco from her influence, she still enjoyed her station as Lady Malfoy, even though Lucius would love nothing more to get rid of her.

He stood up, looked down at Cindy's collapsed form, and poked her with his cane, "Enervate~

"Clean up and change the rug." He instructed as he walked away. He knew that Cindy would already be rushing to the bathroom that was attached to his office. She was one of the reasons Lucius realized how much of a bad match he and Narcissa were. While Narcissa was indeed several times more beautiful than others, she was dominant both in her views and in bed. 

During the muggle raids that they did as Death Eaters, he realized how much he enjoyed subservient sexual partners. Watching the despair and anger on their husband's faces as their wives and daughters worshiped his cock under the influence of the Imperius curse was a scenario he couldn't get enough of.

Coming back to his stale sexual life back at home just wasn't for him, so he used quite a lot of his influence to add several amendments to the article that conserved muggle-borns rights and allowed him to keep slaves legally and after a couple of duds, Cindy had fulfilled all of his fantasies, for now.

He had been angling for a more aggressive, acceptable punishment for Muggle crimes, hoping to reenact several of his best moments when Rigel's arrival in the Wizarding world disrupted all of his plans. The votes that he knew he had suddenly dried up, and a spike of anger tore through him as he thought about all that work undone. 

Lucius pushed the door to the bedroom open, only to find Narcissa in her underwear. She was holding onto her wedding dress, one he vaguely remembered her wearing that day.

"What are you doing?" Lucius asked. This was a little absurd behavior, even for her.

'What is she planning with that? Please tell me this isn't another one of her emotional manipulation attempts.' 

"You should knock before you blast the doors open," Narcissa spoke, her eyes locked into his own before she dismissed him and walked toward her bed. She bent down and carefully placed the long dress back on the bed. His eyes traced her voluptuous ass and the back arch as she stood back up. It was moments like these that he wished that he could have slipped a couple of potions into her food and made her his bitch.

"I need to clear out some space in my wardrobe, so this will go into storage... What do you want?" she looked back, her eyebrows raised at the implied question.

'Fuck her, I don't care...' Lucius thought as he began explaining his next plan to her.

AN: Reintroducing Narcissa!

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