Flying High and Taking Account

Chapter 2: Flying High and Taking Account

"Oh, hi, Lucius. You're early. Good. Is it okay if we skip tea? I'm afraid the wind will die on us."

He liked her enthusiasm. "That's fine with me, Natalie. Let's get the kites in the air."

It was Saturday morning. There was only a light breeze, but she had brought four kites...two for a light wind and two for a heavy wind. As she explained the mechanics, he got the impression that the rest of the world vanished for her. There was Lucius, the kites, and the wind. After they had flown the two light kites, she wanted to try a heavy kite. Lucius would have to run to get this kite high enough to fly in the stronger upper wind. As he sat on the ground catching his wind after the third unsuccessful attempt, he was tempted to sneak out his wand and send the sucker soaring. But they were finally successful by mundane methods, and Natalie was hopping with glee.

As he played out the string, she reached over to make adjustments and help. He watched the kite as her arms entangled with his. He watched the kite as he inhaled the fragrance of her hair. He watched the kite as her hip pressed against him, as her breast brushed him. He focused on the kite.

"You don't have to grip the string that tightly, Lucius," she told him.

He reluctantly quit for lunch.

Natalie beamed. "I was afraid you wouldn't like kites."

The two of them nibbled at their lunch, hardly aware there was food in front of them.

Lucius was aware of the lurker in the corner of the restaurant. He was hard to ignore, in fact. 'Easy enough to flush out,' thought Lucius. He told Natalie he would be back and walked briskly to the lavatory, as briskly as if he were trying to escape. Yes, here came the lurker.

Lucius stepped out of the doorway. "Well, well, Edward Goyle. What brings you to this part of London?"

"You startled me, sir."

"I suppose I did. Is the Dark Lord having you trail me?"

"Umm."

"It's quite all right. You're only doing your job. The Dark Lord is unhappy about the battle at the Ministry."

"It wasn't your fault, sir. You tried to take a bunch of brats alive, and then the damned Order showed up." Edward continued, "Do you know who that is, sir? That's Mrs. Granger. Isn't it dangerous to be around her?"

"Yes, possibly," said Lucius. "But I'm trying to spy on the enemy. She may let things slip that her daughter knows."

"That's brave of you, sir, but I think you're taking an awful chance. The Dark Lord might get suspicious, and those Order blokes are mean bastards."

"Look, Edward, you can help by not following us quite so closely. Don't worry about losing us. We'll be easy to track. She'll either want to put the kite in the air again, heaven forbid, or she'll want a coffee. You should be able to remain out of sight and still follow us."

Edward nodded his agreement. He would do his best.

Natalie wanted to go someplace quiet for lemonade.

"Did that dusty old box you bought the other day have anything worthwhile in it?" she asked.

"It's mementos from better times," he said.

She looked quizzical.

"Hadley and his friend Iverson were the Arithmancy instructors at Hogwarts for most of the nineteenth century."

"The school was larger then," she said.

"And more vigorous," he added. "The courses were tougher. Our Arithmancy department was world class."

"I remember reading about them," she said. "I looked for Hadley since you had mentioned him. There's a chapter about the two of them in one of the books I bought. They liked the ladies."

"Everything declined when Iverson died," he said. "He was younger, but he died fifteen years before Hadley. Hadley was still a competent instructor, but he gave up research and devoted himself to Druid Numerology. He said he was on the trail of something, but most people think he missed Iverson."

"Did Hadley teach until he died?" asked Natalie. "Did he continue like the history instructor?"

"No, he retired five years before his death. He didn't want to do a ghost of departed quantities number."

She kicked his shins.

She noticed his sad and wistful look. 'Is wizard society in decline? He really cares,' she thought.

Inevitably, the conversation came around to Mrs. Granger's major concern: the dark forces facing her daughter. Lucius decided to give a neutral account of the Dark Lord's rise, his sudden fall, and his struggles with Harry.

Lucius had just described the unfortunate meeting of Voldemort and baby Harry.

"Okay," said Natalie. "The Dark Lord gets zapped, but as I understand things, the wizard community didn't get any permanent satisfaction out of it."

"Uh ... yeah," said Lucius.

Natalie's brow furrowed. "Did the Dark Lord lay dormant until Harry Potter reentered the wizard world? Is there some connection between them?"

Lucius nodded agreement. He provided her with what he thought both sides knew about the encounter of the Dark Lord and baby Harry and its aftereffects. He ended with, "The question is, 'Why didn't the curse kill Voldemort?'"

"Really?" said Natalie. "I thought the question would be why the curse nearly killed him. Everyone knows the rebound is weaker than the original cast." She considered it more deeply. "It's much weaker if the collision is sticky. Clay and putty hardly rebound at all. Didn't some of the curse stick to Potter? He got a scar, parseltongue, a psychic connection with Voldemort, and apparently lots of power."

She thought for a while. "Do curses rebound? Is it just off people or off walls, too? Is a duel in a closed room dangerous?"

"I don't know," said Lucius. "We only know that Potter was impervious to this curse."

'And stop looking at me like that,' he thought. 'I feel stupid enough already.'

"We could investigate," said Natalie. "No, I couldn't, could I."

'A natural born experimental scientist,' thought Lucius.

"There's the curse of intelligence," said Natalie.

"We don't have that one," he said. 'That didn't come out quite right,' he thought.

"We'll find some wizards impervious to intelligence," said Natalie.

"We have those," he said.

"We'll blast them with the curse of intelligence, and when it rebounds, we'll get smarter and smarter."

'Wicked sense of humor, lady,' he thought.

Natalie sipped her lemonade.

'There should be a place in the wizard world for Natalie Granger,' thought Lucius Malfoy. 'It would improve things ... and she's cute.'

Natalie looked serious. "Lucius, I had a great time today. I've had a wonderful time, and it has caused me to be unfair to you."

"I don't understand," he said.

"When I met you, I had no idea who you were. I enjoyed your company, and I wanted to see you again. But I mentioned you to my daughter. She's hysterical. I half expect her to be lurking around here keeping an eye on me." Natalie took a breath. "She told me terrible things about you...things I wouldn't believe if my own daughter hadn't told me."

"The wizard world has been at war," he said. "I have done damage to the other side. And there's more than that. The people on my side have behaved badly, very badly...I among them."

"Lucius, I intended to show up today out of politeness, spend a short time flying kites, and say goodbye. I didn't intend to spend all day with you having fun. I'm treating you terribly. You've been nice to me while I've been thinking horrible things about you. But I can't ignore my own daughter."

The confrontation became too difficult for Mrs. Granger to sustain. "Lucius, I can't see you anymore. Goodbye."

Natalie Granger dashed out of the shop to be swallowed by the London transportation system and whisked out of sight.

'That was abrupt,' thought Lucius. 'She forgot her kites.' He was still in the numb state before all the pain hits.

Lucius was aware of a presence at his elbow.

"Mr. Malfoy, sir, the lady didn't leave too happy."

"Standard spy craft, Edward. Anyone shadowing us would find it difficult to believe that we'll have more clandestine meetings."

Edward Goyle nodded sagely.

As Mrs. Granger was running out the restaurant door alone, Severus was strolling with Mrs. Nott through one of her greenhouses. When they stopped to admire a spectacular fern, Draupadi took Severus's hand.

"You always struck me as a lady who's both warm and regal," he found himself saying.

He then found himself holding Draupadi...full court press. He became numb to the rest of the world as he stroked her hair. 'Is she crying?' he wondered.

The next day after lunch, Lucius kept his pressing engagement with the Parkinsons. He couldn't cry off even though he was now in the numb state from the pain of Natalie's leaving.

"I hate this stuff, and I don't see where it's going to do me any good," said Pansy.

"That's understandable," said Lucius kindly. "Only specialists in certain fields use it. A few years after leaving school you won't remember any of it. You won't want to."

"Huh?" said Pansy. A mellow Uncle Lucius was something new to her.

"What would you like to do your sixth and seventh years?" he asked.

"Well, Charms and Dark Arts," said Pansy. "I'm thinking of Potions because it will look good. I don't want to do Potions for a living."

"Right," said Lucius. "It will make you look competent. Your family is well-off, but you might like living an independent life in London for a while."

Pansy looked pleased at the thought. 'She would love to get out from under her mother's thumb,' thought Lucius.

"Doing well in Charms and Dark Arts and Potions should make you employable," he said. "There're pros and cons to taking Arithmancy. If you complete it successfully, it will make you look very competent, but we don't want it to hurt your performance in the other subjects."

"I'm not having any trouble in Charms and the Dark Arts," she said. "If I work at it, I can do the routine stuff in Potions. I'll never create anything in it."

'That was Severus's assessment,' thought Lucius.

'Uncle Lucius is certainly easy to talk to today,' she thought.

"It's the same with Arithmancy. I can plug and chug even though it's dreary. But I don't want to bust my brain on the hard stuff," she said.

Lucius waited, remembering that Natalie hated Calculus.

"Maybe I'll try all four subjects my sixth year," said Pansy.

"Okay," said Lucius. "Do you have your fourth year book here? We can cover a little bit today."

Pansy went to her room to get the book. Lucius knew that her third year in Arithmancy had been a smashing success, but the fourth year emphasized spatial relationships...the downfall of many. He remembered her parents after her third year: our daughter, the Arithmancy star. Young Pansy had basked in their pride. Then her marks had slipped to mediocre. 'Poor girl,' he thought. 'That must have hurt. Her mother was not the type to hide her disappointment. It might be kinder to get her out of Arithmancy.'

Lucius realized he was treating Pansy the way he wanted to treat Natalie. He wondered how Natalie was in spatial relationships. He wondered how she was in special relationships. 'I'll never know,' he sighed.

Lucius helped Pansy through a few problems, heard her school adventures, and listened as she carried on about her mother's latest weird hobby. Her mother had bought a mundane computer to help with the accounts.

"I wish Mum wouldn't do that. People talk about us," said Pansy.

'Ah, yes, a socially proper schoolgirl and her eccentric mother,' thought Lucius. He knew Vivian Parkinson did unusual things and then became defensive, even bitchy, about them. He reflected that Mr. Parkinson appeared in no hurry to return from the continent.

They quit well before tea. Pansy went to visit her friends after a hard session in Arithmancy, and Lucius went to examine the computer. He had heard stories about programming, and it struck him as similar to Arithmancy. Vivian Parkinson showed him how to start the computer and call up the interactive program. Yes, it was similar to Arithmancy. He had computed some large factorials and found the area under the sine curve when he noticed that Vivian was getting impatient. Lucius closed his Arithmancy programs and brought up the spread sheet to enter the Parkinson accounts.

Lo, how the mighty have fallen.

Vivian was standing behind Lucius as he entered the figures and played with the program. "I think Pansy learned a lot and had a good time today," she said.

Lucius, intent on the program, merely nodded.

Vivian adjusted Lucius's collar. "You would have made a good father for her."

He gently shook his head. He thought he had been a poor father to his son. He had modeled himself after his own father...a right cold bastard if there ever was one.

"Oops," he said. He had entered some figures into the wrong column.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I distracted you. I should leave you alone." She knew he preferred to work alone.

"No," he said. "You should stay and double check my entries. This is slow going, but we'll get everything recorded. It might take several sessions, though."

Vivian stood behind Lucius with her hands on his shoulders and checked his entries. 'I like this Lucius,' she thought. She had no idea that he was treating her the way he wished he was treating Natalie.

His behavior was having its effect on Vivian. He was only a few years older, but she and a number of other relatives and friends thought of him as Uncle Lucius. She had had naughty thoughts about Uncle Lucius. They had led to damp panties and moaning in the night. Now, he had prompted her daughter into success at Arithmancy, he had her daughter glowing with his kindness, he was helping her get through these atrocious accounts, he was letting her participate, and to top it off, he was acting like a boy with a new toy. She had always thought Uncle Lucius needed and deserved extra attention. He seemed approachable today, and a little innocent cuddling wouldn't hurt anyone.

"You seem tense," she said. "Let me rub your shoulders."

"It's all right. I'm okay," he said.

"Of course you're okay," she said. "But you've done a lot for Pansy and me. I should do something for you. It'll help you relax."

Lucius wasn't certain he wanted to relax. He was keeping the pain from Mrs. Granger under tight control. But Vivian was already rubbing his shoulders, and he didn't want to be unfriendly. The day had gone well with Pansy and Vivian. He needed something to go well.

Vivian felt him relax as she massaged his shoulders. It was great doing something for Uncle Lucius. It was great getting her hands on Uncle Lucius. Would he mind if she chastely kissed his flowing hair? Would he mind if she chastely placed her breasts against him? Would he mind if her breasts grew perky from the contact and her nipples pressed against her bra? A chaste kiss on his forehead that let him feel her perky breasts should be okay.

Lucius wondered if Vivian meant all the things she was doing. He was willing to take the chance. The pain from Natalie was overwhelming enough that Vivian's rejection wouldn't have any effect. The pain from Natalie was sharp enough that any distraction would be welcome. Lucius placed his hand on Vivian's. 'Okay, so far,' he thought as Vivian took his hand. Lucius pulled Vivian around to sit on his lap. Now she could chastely embrace him, kiss him on his lips, and press her breasts against him.

A little later, a little flustered, she blurted out, "Hope you don't mind my fat ass."

'Oh my, this is awkward,' she thought.

That left Lucius groping, not for naughty touches, but a suitable reply. "It's only a little bigger than Narcissa's," didn't seem appropriate. He managed to say. "You're a mature woman, not a little girl. And it's not fat."

That appeared to satisfy Vivian. "What would my daughter think?" she said.

"If she saw you sitting in my lap?"

"Yes."

"Your daughter's perceptive. She would think you found someone who likes you, who finds you attractive."

"Flatterer."

Lucius, trying to fill the void Natalie had left in his life, said, "It's the simple truth. Look at what you did with the computer. You researched them, brought one home, and made it work. Very few witches can do that."

"I was afraid you'd condemn me for a having a mundane apparatus, Lucius. What's happening to you?" She leaned over. Their breath mingled. "Are you getting mellow, Lucius? Are you becoming approachable?"

"I'm always approachable," he said, grazing her lips with his.

"No, most of the time you're scary...dominating and scary. I was always afraid of the terrible things you'd make me do if you got your hands on me."

"Terrible things?"

"Things my husband wouldn't like...terrible things."

"Terrible things? You mean getting you to relax as I stroked your temples like this?"

"Yes."

"You mean my holding you in my lap and expecting you to give me your soft, warm kisses as you're doing now?"

"Mmm. Yes."

"You mean holding you and admiring you," he said.

"Do you really? You know I'm a bitch."

'Yes, Vivian's a bitch, but I don't have to live with her,' thought Lucius. "I may not mind?" he said, cuddling her.

That amount of reassurance had her embracing him and nuzzling him as she flicked out her tongue. He had always thought Vivian had a nice figure. Now its warmth and firm softness was in his lap. 'I wouldn't mind having her,' he thought, 'but I have to be careful. Vivian, the bitch, would love to be a tease. I'll have to let her trap herself and then walk around later remembering how she writhed for me.'

A flushed Vivian looked at Lucius and gasped out, "You can't want me. I'm a bitch. Ask my husband."

Lucius held her affectionately, kissed her softly, and spoke gently. "I don't have to ask your husband. Would you like to be my bitch?"

He continued to speak gently. "Unbutton my trousers, sweetheart. Take my prick. Like that. Yes, kiss me like that. You're a beautiful and intelligent woman, Vivian. I want to have you. I'll take you like a bitch. I'll take you like the sweet, loving bitch you are."

She moved to the floor, unfastened his trousers, and took him between her lips. A minute later, Vivian looked up from the cock she had hard and glistening. She was on her knees looking at the man she had always regarded as Uncle Lucius. 'He really is going to have me', she thought. 'He really is going to make me be unfaithful.'

"Stand up, darling." She stood up.

"Take off your panties, Vivian." Vivian dropped her panties, lifted her skirt and straddled him.

He grabbed her hair. Then, to her shock, he kissed her gently, very gently. He continued his caressing kisses until she returned them. Only then did he begin his entrance. Once her folds were parted, he did nothing but give her the lightest of caresses with his lips. He let Vivian Parkinson look at him, look at him with open mouth and eyes, look at him as she opened for him, look at him as she made the intimate sounds of a married woman penetrated by a family friend.

'He's making me do it,' she thought, as she moaned with the spicy thrill of giving herself to Uncle Lucius. 'I'm a lonely woman, and he's taking advantage of me.'

'I don't live with her, and I don't have to put up with any of her bitchiness,' thought Lucius as he grabbed Vivian's shapely ass and wedged himself between her lovely thighs.

Vivian responded to his hard look, his possessive hands, and his demanding moves. It wasn't her fault that Uncle Lucius was being a bad boy and making her be unfaithful. It wasn't her fault that Uncle Lucius was making her perform like a sex-starved bimbo. It wasn't her fault that Uncle Lucius was driving her wild. It wasn't her fault that Uncle Lucius was turning her insides into cream pudding. It wasn't her fault that Uncle Lucius made her pussy dance.

After she recovered her breath, she glared at him. "Did you have fun? Was I a good fuck?"

He spoke kindly. "You are quite the bitch, aren't you?"

"I said I was. I asked you a question."

"You asked two questions. The answer is 'Not yet.'"

"Not yet?"

"Your husband's been gone for six months. You're lonely. But now that you've had sex, you can say, 'Thanks, Lucius,' and walk away. There was never any relationship."

"How can you say that?" she asked.

"You just scratched an itch." He replied. "There was nothing personal about it."

"You think I just scratched an itch."

"You scratched your itch, and then you were sarcastic about it. There's no affection lost or misplaced."

"That's a fine thing to say to a lady, sitting in your lap, sitting on your prick. Especially when she came for you."

"You liked it, didn't you," he said.

"Yes."

"You want more, don't you?"

"Yes," she said, suddenly breathless.

"You like it that I intend to possess you."

"Do you really want a bitch?" said Vivian.

"I'll show you," said Lucius, taking her to her bedroom.

The photographs of Mr. Parkinson in Vivian's bedroom saw a bad boy place Vivian Parkinson on her bed. They saw her strip and then lie back with her hands above her head as she opened her thighs.

There's nothing quite like seeing your wife spread her legs for someone else.

The photographs saw the bad boy hold Vivian Parkinson down and move up between her legs. They saw her tilt her head back and moan as the hard-faced man pushed into her. When he was completely in, he paused to let her smile shyly at the photographs...the photographs that had witnessed Vivian Parkinson take pleasure in being penetrated and mounted.

The photographs saw the hard-faced man begin the encouraging moves. They saw Vivian Parkinson respond. The photographs saw the bad boy make the moves of coupling. They saw the lady of the house participate.

The photographs had always been curious about Vivian Parkinson's bum during intercourse. They shifted to another frame. There it was: delightfully round and invitingly soft...offered to the bad boy. The sleek and classic bum contrasted nicely with the furry folds in which the bad boy had his rigid shaft. The scene was primal and captivating. It was beyond beauty. The fascinated photographs saw Vivian make a wet spot.

As the photographs shifted to see her face, a trick of light showed them an image of a wasp inserting himself again and again into Vivian Parkinson. Again and again, he stung her nervous system. Her insides turned to liquid; her muscles strained; her back arched in unbearable agony. She gave the photographs a smile to let them know her movements were no longer voluntary...just a lady-like smile before she succumbed to the mind-numbing, convulsion-causing venom. The photographs watched the bad boy ride a lady stung wild.

There's nothing quite like watching someone make your wife squeal

The photographs knew Vivian Parkinson never moved like that for them. They were not pleased, but they could not tear their eyes away.

The photographs had a stern face as our bad boy began the final act of making Vivian Parkinson unfaithful. He let them see him hold her hands above her head with one hand and hold her hip with the other. His eyes swept theirs to make certain they had seen him claim her. He paused to let the photographs see a demure Vivian Parkinson. She deliberately let them see her slowly spread her legs wider.

The photographs disapproved of the bad boy having Vivian Parkinson. Nevertheless, they still shifted to the frames that let them see the bottoms of her feet, her soft ass, and his rod moving in and out of that furry slit. They experienced every plunge into their lady.

The photographs wanted to watch Mrs. Parkinson's face as she let the bad boy have her. They returned to the frames that let them see her adoring look, that let them see her moan as he pushed into her. They saw the bad boy's tension increase. The bad, bad boy pushed all the way into their lady. Their lady gave them a helpless look as the bad boy had her. The photographs shifted to the view of Vivian Parkinson's bum, thighs, and slit...the married slit that engulfed the pumping shaft of a bad boy. The photos saw the wet spot grow larger. The photographs returned to see the content face of an unfaithful wife.

The photographs didn't need to ask. Vivian was good, and Lucius had had fun.

'These images are worth keeping,' thought the photographs in the second before Mrs. Parkinson waved her wand and wiped their memories. These memories were hers to relish. It also occurred to her that the photographs could be shocked the next time she was Uncle Lucius's.

He was just a man and she was certain she could give him an accusing glare. "Have you had your fun, yet?"

Lucius quietly waited out a married woman's you-made-me-be-unfaithful rant. When she finished, Vivian insisted they shower together with special soaps, insisted he wear a matching silk kimono, and insisted he stay for sherry and biscuits.

"You were marvelous, Vivian," he said after they had showered and she appeared calm and receptive. Experience had taught him the value of the amenities, and it pays to be kind to your bitch.

When she brought out the sherry tray, she found him sitting on the couch, perusing the programming manual. He was reading the section on Boolean expressions when she snuggled under his arm and suggested he come over this Wednesday. Pansy's Arithmancy and the household accounts needed more attention. He held Vivian and occasionally paused to nuzzle his new mistress as he delved into the structure of for-loops.

"Boys and their toys," said the lady to herself as she embraced her warm and terrifying Uncle Lucius, the bad boy who had made her be naughty.

'I overdid it,' thought Lucius. 'I meant to cover the hole left by Natalie, not jump into a deeper pit.'