Susan Bones --- 'Sadie Sink'
Amelia bones --- 'Elizabeth Olsen'
Hannah Abbott --- 'Gwen Stacy'
Evelyn Greengrass
"Rachel Brosnahan."
Astoria Greengrass 'Kristen Stewart.'
Daphne Greengrass -- 'Lucy Pevensie'
xxxxxx
Lucifer entered the tallest building within the 'Diamond District.' The North American headquarters of Gringotts. Correction. As of last month, the global headquarters of Gringotts had relocated here from Egypt.
Today, he intended to negotiate a business deal with goblins. They had lied to him, or at least the ones in Britain did about his 'Vault Card.'
"Mr. Morningstar, welcome. I am Famur, 'Director of the European Region'."
On the thirty eighth floor of the Gringotts global headquarters, a goblin greeted Lucifer with remarkable enthusiasm. It was not that North American goblins were particularly polite. Nor was it that his 'fame or reputation' was so overwhelming that a regional director would personally receive him with a smile.
It was purely the power of money.
One thousand Galleons had already gone to the manager of Gringotts in Diagon Alley. Another three thousand sat quietly on the polished floor beside Lucifer's chair. Goblins were both "easy" and "difficult" to deal. With enough gold, most obstacles became manageable. He certainly has found a way to reclaim every last coin from these so called "guardians of wealth."
They had made a fortune in the 'FirstGreat War', and chose the Silvery City, in his anger, Lucifer had wiped out their very species in two days.
"Famur, I am here to discuss a business opportunity."
Lucifer lounged casually, idly flipping a coin between his fingers. It was not a Galleon, but a Devil coin cast from pure gold forged in Hell with bloods of thousands. Also known as 'Pentecostal Coin,' was a powerful mystical object that functions as a one-way 'subway token for the damned,' allowing the holder to travel to or from Hell without angelic interference.
Famur's gaze rose and 'fell' with each flash of metal, "What business? How much profit?"
"Incalculable. If the returns were minor, I would not have come to headquarters. I could have discussed it with Billers in London instead..."
Lucifer leaned forward slightly, his voice carrying a subtle undertone of temptation, "This is a venture that could influence the entire wizarding world."
Greed flickered in Famur's eyes, then shifted into suspicion. He was aware of the boy's growing reputation. The young wizard was known internationally now. But reputation and power had little to do with making money.
Business required something else entirely.
"Mr. Morningstar, please be direct. Our time is valuable."
Lucifer placed a silver card on the desk. Its surface was engraved with intricate patterns, along with the 'Morningstar' family crest.
It was nothing like the crude, monstrous caricatures Muggles drew in their dusty Bibles, nor did it mimic the heavy, traditional heraldry of British purebloods. This crest was an exercise in elegant, terrifying paradox, designed to show a 'lineage' that answered to no 'king, god, or Ministry.'
At the center of crest stood a polished obsidian shield, darker than a starless night, split down the middle by a jagged line of pure, glowing white plasma. Hovering directly above the shield, where a traditional wizarding helm would sit, was an intricate Crown made of "black diamonds," shaped like a halo of thorns.
Suspended just above the crown was a single blinding 'seven-pointed star', radiating a cold silver light that seemed to pulse. Flanking the shield on either side were two legendary beasts that guarded the 'Morningstar name', rendered in such vivid magical blood that they seemed to breathe.
On right stood the 'Celestial Phoenix', its feathers woven from spun gold and white fire rather than the traditional crimson. This creature did not merely represent Resurrection; it symbolized absolute genesis, independence, and the ultimate expression of 'free will' over Destiny.
It was a visual reminder of Lucifer's original nature as the Lightbringer, an eternal being capable of creating light out of absolute nothingness, entirely unbound by the laws of mortal magic.
Balancing the phoenix on the left side was a massive, coiled 'Onyx Ouroboros' ----a great black serpent biting its own tail, its scales glowing with a faint 'purple iridescence.' While British wizards associated serpents with Slytherin and Dark arts, the Morningstar Ouroboros carried a 'far grander, more absolute meaning.
It represented eternity, the infinite Cycle of time, and Lucifer's absolute dominion over the Underworld. It showed that he was a being who existed before the concept of sin was ever written, holding keys to the beginning and end of the Soul's journey.
Beneath the entire display, written in a 'flowing', razor-sharp Enochain script, was the 'family' motto that sent a chill down Famur's spine.
'Non Serviam' —I will not Serve.
"What is this?" Flamur frowned. The runic patterns were beyond his comprehension. Goblin craftsmanship excelled in metalwork and enchantment binding, but Wizarding alchemy was a different discipline.
The overlap was limited.
"Gringotts frequently handles Muggle currency. You should be familiar with bank cards. Britain's branch gave me on the first visit, however... I found it was one of its kind, only one, made by Ambrosius 'family.' Goblins there wanted me to open that Vault left untouched 'for' centuries. That card was used in payment, however it only brought curiosity, envy and hatred, even Hogwarts Trolley lady wanted me not to use it. So, I thought why not instead of being an ancient relic, I bring it to the Wizarding World?"
"This is a bank card I designed specifically for 'Gringotts,' along with the necessary supporting devices. With it, witches and wizards will no longer need to carry... heavy pouches of coins or endure tedious currency exchanges. A simple swipe will record the transaction and transmit the amount directly to Gringotts."
"Then, once a month, Gringotts settles the accounts. No daily inconvenience. No wasted time..."
Compared to modern Muggle banking, it was somewhat less efficient. But it aligned with Wizarding sensibilities. Gringotts was seen as a 'vault keeper,' not an institution with authority to withdraw 'funds' at will. His own Ambrosius card, Lucifer found not a single pure-blood Slytherin' had it, not even Greengrass or Dumbledore.
After being pointed out in confusion at 'Madam Malkin's' that very day, he rarely used the Card, many shop owners didn't recognise it, and in fact asked him how he'd get something from Goblins like that, Lucifer didn't even earn trust whether money was deposited in their Gringotts account or not? But he still re-newed it before Second year started to keep the magic inside alive.
....If transactions were instantaneous transfers, many wizards would reject the Convenience outright. As Lucifer finished explaining what had transpired, Famur's eyes seemed to gleam like polished Galleons.
He understood perfectly how convenient Muggle bank cards were. If implemented successfully, Wizarding commerce would surge dramatically. Gringotts was not merely a bank. It had investments in numerous sectors. They had considered a magical equivalent for nearly centuries researching that 'Ambrosius card', the boy mentioned. Technical barriers had ultimately forced them to abandon the 'project.'
And now that very student had solved the puzzle.
"Mr. Morningstar, name your price," Famur said, heat in his voice, "Fifty thousand Galleons'. Agree, and the sum will be transferred to your vault immediately...?"
Lucifer smiled faintly.
"Do not insult my time, Famur. I am Muggle born, and understand predatory 'financial' systems far better than you imagine. You think this pocket change will satisfy me? With 'fifty' thousand Galleons, I could convert it into explosives and reduce your Gringotts tower to rubble."
Famur's expression stiffened. He had hoped to take advantage of inexperience and found instead a negotiator who knew the game intimately. But goblins were not ashamed of opportunism.
He replaced his embarrassment with another smile, "My mistake. Commercial negotiation relies on leveraging information and technical asymmetry. Surely you understand."
"Spare me the justifications." Lucifer's voice remained calm, "My terms are simple. The equipment and cards are provided 'free' of charge. For every transaction, a handling fee of one percent. I will take eighty percent of that fee."
"Eighty percent? 'That is outrageous!"
Famur nearly leapt from his chair, "My authority extends to ten percent at most. Even if you supply the devices freely, we must persuade merchants, cultivate usage habits, invest in infrastructure. The initial costs are substantial."
Lucifer's expression did not change.
"But once successful, the revenue will be enormous and perpetual. Consider the volume of Galleons circulating globally each day. Even one percent, with my share, becomes an inexhaustible stream. And most importantly..."
He allowed the words to linger.
"With bank cards, Galleons never truly leave Gringotts. You will no longer endure the 'daily irritation' of watching vaults emptied and coins carried out of your halls."
Famur inhaled sharply, his estimation of Lucifer rose several tiers instantly.
The boy had identified the deepest weakness of every goblin. Profit was desirable, but hoarding gold within Gringotts was "paramount."
As long as the gold continued to circulate within the vaults, Wizards would hold ownership in name, while goblins retained actual control. For goblins, who valued treasure as 'life' itself, that temptation was far more lethal than mere profit margins.
"No wonder you are the boy taken under the wing of Evelyn Greengrass who authored 'The Pure Blood Register." Famur offered flattery before continuing, "But the ratio you propose is still too high. Give me time. I will do my utmost to secure at least thirty percent for you."
Lucifer's right hand turned lightly, and a top hat appeared.
Famur's expression shifted. Was the negotiation collapsing?
He rose from his seat and nudged the silver card 'further' across the desk.
"Seven days. I will return in seven days. You have that long to consider. You may also attempt to crack my technology. If I do not receive a satisfactory answer, I will negotiate directly with 'Gringotts branches' in Britain, France, and elsewhere. As for goblin unity... we both know how 'reliable that is."
Lucifer smiled faintly at the stunned goblin and left the office without another word. "United as goblins" was practically a legendary joke in the First Age, and carried it down to Wizarding world.
Throughout history, goblin rebellions had often been dissolved with nothing more than bribes. On one occasion, 'three ringleaders' were bribed simultaneously. The revolt collapsed into internal conflict over uneven distribution. If Lucifer released his offer strategically and adjusted the profit share slightly, multiple branches would gladly challenge headquarters for it.
The true strength of his position lay elsewhere. The "Card system" combined his mastery of magical encryption and long distance communication with certain newly acquired Azur's refinements.
Even Nicolas Flamel might require thee hundred years to decipher it. Goblins? Alchemists? They would never crack it in their lifetime.
Technological monopoly was Lucifer's greatest leverage.
'Whatever goblins earned would still rest in Gringotts. Which meant, in essence, it was being held for him'
xxxxxxx
Famur had prepared carefully.
Lucifer was escorted into a conference room where several additional goblins soon entered.
Goblin introduced them one by one. Gringotts' power structure was peculiar. At the lowest level, hierarchy blurred. The goblin who opened doors stood equal in status to the one guarding vault keys.
Above them were a handful of "national managers." Above that sat regional directors like Famur, who oversaw entire continental divisions.
At the apex stood the Gringotts Board. Seven goblins, Equal voting power. Major decisions settled by majority. Today, three board members were present, along with two additional 'regional directors'. Clearly, they represented Famur's faction.
Lucifer had secretly hoped they might underestimate him due to his age and attempt something foolish. If they had attacked, he would have defended himself and conveniently collected several hundred thousand galleons in "compensation."
Unfortunately, they were behaving like respectable businessmen. So, he had to behave like one as well. Negotiations stretched from noon until nightfall. He demonstrated the card system personally, nearly 'fifty' consecutive transactions. Flawless.
The goblins were convinced of its stability. On the matter of promotion, both sides agreed that a one percent merchant 'fee' would not be a fatal obstacle. Currency exchange alone was enough to give shopkeepers headaches.
The Wizarding system used prime number conversions between Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. Calculating change could become a nightmare.
Lucifer still remembered his first Hogwarts train ride, Hermione had spent 'five' minutes choosing sweets. The vendor had needed fifteen minutes to calculate change.
No wonder, in the Muggle world, the British government once spent 'fourteen' million pounds standardizing multiplication tables and made them compulsory for primary school graduation.
Multiplication tables, passing exams,
Primary school graduation, that was nearly incomprehensible to many cultures, 'yet' that was reality.
Mastering the nine by nine grid could make you a mathematical prodigy in certain Muggle classrooms.
"Fifty percent!" Famur snapped, nose quivering with frustration, "We can go no higher. But we will sign a twenty year contract. Mister Morningstar, do not push your luck!"
"Forgive me," Lucifer replied coolly, "I am absolutely pushing my luck."
He leaned back, eyes sharp, "You attempted to crack the system, didn't you? No need to deny it. Goblin reputation speaks for itself. If you are still sitting here negotiating, it means you failed."
Silence.
"Five years or twenty makes no difference to me, you will always require my cards."
The goblins' expressions darkened. His bluntness stung, but they could not refute it. Gringotts had summoned elite 'cursebreakers' like Bill Weasely from Egypt, and veteran alchemists. They had examined a single card for days without breaching even its outermost protections.
One master admitted that, even with unlimited samples, it would take ages to replicate the technology, at enormous cost, negotiation had never been equal from the start.
The goblins did not know how urgently, Lucifer needed to earn money. But he knew exactly how 'badly' they wanted to retain total control of circulating gold.
He held the monopoly.
"Sixty percent," croaked the eldest board member at last, "This is our final line. Refuse, and we will pretend this invention never existed."
Lucifer considered for a beat, and then nodded, "Fine, the cards and terminals will be sold at cost. You purchase them outright..."
"What is the cost?"
"Five Sickles per card. Ten Galleons per terminal. The central processing array will be customized for Gringotts, no additional charge."
The goblins huddled in heated whispers, eventually, they agreed.
Late at night, Lucifer walked out of Gringotts Headquarters with a pleasant smile on his face, escorted by several goblins whose smiles looked more painful than tears.
"That brat is far too 'shrewd!"
Only after boy's figure had long disappeared into the night did one goblin finally spit the words out bitterly. The profit split had been finalized, yet there were still countless details to negotiate. In the end, Lucifer had anticipated everything. Every handling fee that belonged to him would be recorded separately and accumulated under his own name. The goblins had no authority to alter those records, and they were required to settle accounts once a week, depositing the money directly into 'his vault' at Gringotts.
With arrangements like that, any little schemes they had entertained were rendered completely useless.
"That's enough, Thorsen."
The oldest goblin director spoke in a deep, steady voice, "Put away your complaints, we did not lose unfairly this time. Morningstar defeated us purely in the realm of business. What right do you have to resent that?"
"On the contrary, you should study him. Use boy's methods against those blasted officials at the 'Ministry of Magic'. Wouldn't that earn us far more gold?"
Throughout history, goblins had launched countless rebellions. Yet Gringotts still controlled the economic lifeline of the wizarding world. Why?
First, because goblins were "greedy." Those who worked at Gringotts represented the greediest of their kind. The mere sight of gold could make their blood race. The rebellions of the past had little to do with them. As long as profit was guaranteed, everything else was insignificant!
Second, they possessed genuine business acumen, properly understood how to generate wealth.
The Wizarding world had no formal taxation system. The 'Ministries of Magic' in various countries relied on complex funding structures, but the largest portion of their revenue each year came from what Gringotts paid as so called "protection fees."
The Ministry's appetite was satisfied first. Only what remained belonged to Gringotts. Thus, the relationship between 'Gringotts' and the 'Ministry' was both cooperation and contest. Compared to the modest profit from a split, any gold they could avoid handing over to Ministry could easily be earned back several times over.
After the director's reprimand, the anger among other goblins gradually subsided.
One goblin proposed, "Muggles have achieved financial systems beyond our imagination... I suggest we secretly send talent to 'infiltrate' the Muggle financial world and study it."
"Difficult," Another goblin countered immediately, "You know how closely wizards monitor us. Without the cooperation of 'Confundus Charms', there's no way we could blend into Muggle society."
"Then we buy a few wizards. There are plenty of poor, down and out ones."
"But it wouldn't be safe. Most paupers are mediocre at magic, if they are exposed, we would be the ones to suffer!"
"If you keep hesitating like this, how will we ever accomplish anything grand?"
Lucifer had no idea his maneuvering tonight had strengthened the goblins' resolve to learn from Muggles. Even if he had known, he would not have cared. If necessary, Aurors would descend upon Gringotts from the sky, conduct a 'friendly' and enthusiastic exchange of practical magic, collect generous compensation, and leave in high spirits.
That was not only his idea. It was also the prevailing sentiment within much of the 'Ministry of Magic.'
"You look so happy today. Did everything go smoothly?"
Evelyn saw that Lucifer's lips simply could not stop curving upward and immediately guessed the outcome.
"Mm, perfectly smooth."
He gently pulled the woman into his arms, "From now on, just wait to become the wealthiest lady."
"You're awful, I only pubic hairs to swallow at breakfast..."
Madam Greengrass said so, yet not only did she fail to push him away, she leaned in and kissed his cheek in return. Lowering her voice, she whispered, "Shall we have some wine tonight to celebrate? You can bath me with it, or do you 'need' me to lick from the floor again...."
Lucifer shook his head, stroking her cascading blonde hair, "Tomorrow. I'm a bit tired today, probably take a bath and go to bed early...."
Evelyn, considerate as ever, embraced him once more before returning to her own Manor.
.......
Lucifer stopped by Gringotts once more, he delivered the 'first' batch of 'five' thousand bank cards and one hundred card readers to Falmouth.
The original plan remained unchanged. Begin in Britain, then gradually expand across Europe. However, the current quantity was still insufficient, especially the card readers. They could barely satisfy scattered shops in Diagon Alley and the surrounding areas of London.
Naturally, the goblins were not satisfied with such limited supply, they were eager to expand.
Lucifer, however, made a promise. Before September, he would provide another 'thirty thousand' bank cards and two thousand machines. After that, every month would see the same amount, perhaps even more.
Recently, he had developed several alchemical automatons capable of handling most of the manufacturing process. All that remained for him was the 'final' step, embedding a special mental imprint along with anti piracy trigger traps.
Production had officially entered semi automation. The global wizarding population was only a 'few' million at most. Factoring in the time required for promotion, his output capacity was already sufficient.
The goblins came to the same conclusion. And in an attempt to trick Lucifer, they proposed a wager.
If he failed to deliver the promised quantity next month, profit split would shift to fifty-fifty. But if he succeeded, the purchase price for bank cards and card readers would increase by "five percent." In any case, the goblins refused to believe that his monthly production could possibly skyrocket to that extent.
........
"Darling, when are we leaving?" Early in the morning, Evelyn Greengrass descended to dining room, dressed in a pale blue silk dress, fully prepared.
"After breakfast," Lucifer replied, taking a sip of milk, and unfolded the 'North American' edition of the Daily Prophet he had ignored and casually scanned the headlines. Then his brows lifted slightly.
"British Ministry Employee Wins Grand Prize"
The newspaper featured a photograph of the nine members of the Weasley family standing before a massive pyramid, waving enthusiastically at the camera.
Ginny had told him about the news days ago. Only today did he see it in print. The Weasleys were truly interesting, despite their tight finances, they had won 'seven hundred Galleons' and immediately spent every last coin on travel.
Even Diary's repair cost was handed over by Ginny secretly. Ron was grinning broadly in the photo, there was his old rat, 'Scabbers' perched on his shoulder.
"What are you reading?" She leaned closer, curiosity sparkling in her eyes, "Planning a trip to Egypt?"
"Perhaps, I hear there's plenty of gold inside the pyramids. You know how broke I've been lately..."
"That's two myths," Evelyn laughed, "You just bought off a priceless stolen jewel called the "Desert Mirage" necklace yesterday in a bid of 10 million pounds... However, you didn't even actually keep it; that Decker woman convinced you to put it back on the auction block for Muggle police sting operation to catch a murderer."
Though Evelyn ultimately stole it right off the model anyway.
"Second, all the high purity gold was stolen long ago. What remains are 'raw ore' full of impurities and counterfeit pieces. Father once bought a chunk as a souvenir, only to discover it was manufactured in China. He was furious..."
"In that case, forget it. I'd hate for you to get sunburned." Chuckling, Lucifer tossed the newspaper aside, he was simply pleased about the coming school term.
xxxxxx
In Depths of Hell,
'The Devil's Office,'
Lucifer learned of the escape a year later. The Ministry had disgraced itself again, Azkaban, the so-called inescapable fortress, had lost a prisoner in one night.
To bypass the severe time dilation of Hell where 1 second roughly equalled 1 year, he had utilized his wife Kurumi Tokisaki's Angel, Zafkiel. By casting her time-slowing bullets, he compressed Hell's chaotic timescale to a manageable 1 day per twenty hours hours while he vacations.
To achieve this temporal shift, Lucifer and Kurumi employed specific functions of her celestial clock. She summoned 'Zafkiel', her Angel, which manifested as a gigantic golden clock face towering behind them.
Lucifer directed Zafkiel's power into his own custom weaponry, aiming his 'firearm' at the specific hour markers on the clock face that controlled time dilation. By loading and firing the Seventh Bullet, 'Zayin', he temporarily froze or better drastically slowed the flow of physical time within the spatial borders of Hell.
To prevent time from halting entirely and ensure a continuous, manageable "flow" rather than a standstill, he balanced the effect with the First Bullet, Aleph. This accelerated the target's internal time slightly, evening out the time ratio.
The best final result, instead of one second on Earth equaling one Hell year, this combination locked temporal mechanics into a synchronized gear. That's how 'full' year in Hell passed in a predictable manner, allowing Lucifer to enjoy weeks on Earth without returning to millions of years of accumulated torture.
The 'Daily Prophet' even announced rewards.
Sirius Black, ten thousand Galleons.
He nearly assumed it was a misprint. Although it was not yet the end of the road, Lucifer had burned through the remaining materials in a surge of productivity. There was no reason to linger further in the Underworld.
Britain demanded his attention.
xxxxxx
"You, you need a hot bath. That'll get sorted in a jiffy."
So saying, Amelia Bones threw Lucifer's right hand over her shoulder and slowly trudged him out of the room. The view of her cleavage from this angle would have gotten him hard, if not for the utter self control.
"That darn grin better not be because of this," She warned him, "DMLE Director carrying a schoolboy to the bathroom. As if I didn't have enough of this as a cadet."
"Am I being such a bother?"
"Nonsense!" She scoffed, "It was my mistake, letting you get carried away on Auror's equipment. What was I thinking? I should've stopped the machine after the 'first five minutes."
"Maybe you were awed by my performance?"
"Enough with your cheek!" She said, "and yes, it was a good show. You've got a lot of potential, Morningstar."
She smiled, the dimples in her cheek made her look not much older than Susan. Amelia held him against her shoulder while opening the bathroom door with her other hand and got Lucifer in.
He grabbed the edges of the hot tub and looked at her expectantly.
"What?" she asked.
"I need to disrobe," Lucifer said, looking at her and then at the door.
Amelia looked at him, conflict in her eyes before she took a step forward, barely inches away from the boy. Her wildflower smell hit Lucifer's nostrils.
She flicked her wand and bathroom door closed with a snap. Then she grabbed the top button on his shirt.
Normally, Lucifer'd have taken this as a sign of progress, but this was no school girl or submissive eatery owner. This wasn't sex-addictive 'Hermione Granger' either. The DMLE Director was a sharp woman with a sharper duelling skill and instinct, and she hadn't shown even a single sign that could be construed as sexual interest.
"... what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" She said haughtily, then, in a calmer voice, as if remembering he was an important guest, "You must be suffering from physical exhaustion and you can barely stand. How do you think you'll get out of those robes?"
"But—"
"I'm an adult," she claimed, "So, I will deal with this like such."
She unbuttoned Lucifer with careful precision and tugged the front of his shirt before stripping it off and undoing pants next.
Lucifer'd have called this extremely hot if not for the mechanical tone with which she did it, as she pulled his pants down as he stepped out of them.
With a flick of her wand, she banished his clothes to the stand, leaving in just boxers. If she noticed the tent forming against it, Amelia didn't comment on it and instead helped step into the bath.
He lay back against it, luxuriating, the water churning to a controlled froth by jets that hit Lucifer from dozens of angles. The water was at that perfect temperature, a little short of scalding his skin, the heat sinking into muscle and bone, warming deliciously and washing the knots away.
"Feel better?" she asked.
The surface of the bath had enough in the way of bubbles and froth to be opaque, so Lucifer pushed himself back and got rid of the boxers, "Much better, the clothes were pricking my skin..."
"Standard effects of body's temperature being drained," Amelia waved off, "It flares the nerve-endings and makes one extremely sensitive to touch. Not unlike the effects of a 'low-powered' cruciatus, as I am certain you already know?"
Lucifer gave her a slow nod. She didn't look like she was in a hurry. Instead, she cast a quick 'Impervious' Charm on her clothes and sat down beside the tub, her legs together and to one side, hands folded on lap.
He stared at her for a long minute and then said, "It's not your fault."
"Excuse me?"
"You live in a Muggle neighbourhood that's surrounded by enough magical wards and defences that they make the 'Ministry of Magic' look like a common marketplace... Given the oak forests and the hit-wizards you've chosen for your protection, you're constantly worried about the intentions of others.... You also have this habit of compulsively blaming yourself for whatever wrongs happen to those that depend on you, regardless of the circumstances, whether it be situation with the DMLE or a guest stupidly landing himself in a droplets trap."
A slow grin crawled across her full lips, completely transforming her face, "Are you reading me, Mr. Morningstar?"
"Yes," Lucifer replied easily, "As have you been trying, I'd wager. So why don't you ask me?"
She curled an eyebrow.
"It's obvious that you will not leave until I'm done 'bathing'... I'll probably need help to get dry and wear my clothes. And it's obvious you've got questions. If we are spending a little time, you might as well ask now."
She gave him a curt nod in acknowledgement, "Perceptive. But you're wrong there, Lucifer. I have questions, but I prefer solving them myself... I'm merely trying to draw a profile of what I've learned of you this far."
Deciding to appease his curiosity, Lucifer relaxed back into the tub, raising hands out of it, and met her gaze, "And what does my profile say?"
That grin again.
"You're an enigma, Lucifer Morningstar."
"I think that once you get to know people... from the inside, they all reveal conflicting parts of their personality. Even 'you' are not an exception."
"Somehow I doubt that, Susan's friend."
"Do you?" Lucifer challenged her, "You come across as intimidating and busy, even though it is... pretty obvious that taking time out for your 'family' and those you consider dear is an important part of your life. You are, in all honesty, one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and the Regent of an Ancient and Noble House. Yet you've focussed solely on your job and climbed the ladder with sheer diligence.... That means you are alone by choice, and have probably dismissed any attention sent your way."
She folded her arms; her smile widening. Her gaze felt predatory, as if challenging him to go on.
Naturally, Lucifer took her on.
"At first glance, one'd think you're too feminist for your own good. At second glance, you're someone who's hard to get close to because trust isn't something... you share too often. You grab at anything and everything that helps you trust others, even if it is something as subtle as wand woods.' Not because you're a poor judge of character, because it lets you pass the blame... onto something else just in case you get betrayed. Your closed-off nature keeps you from getting hurt by people, but it also keeps you from having anyone in your life. At night, when you close your eyes and allow yourself to be 'vulnerable'… that's the only time you dare to wonder what it'd be like to be with someone."
Amelia swallowed, this boy had hit it on the spot. For someone on her level, being so easily readable was a no-no. Her entire demeanour suggested that she had trained against it.
Lucifer considered himself a decent reader of people.
"The Bones mascot is a crup. Yet, I don't see a single dog in this house. It's like you wouldn't allow yourself to get attached to any animal when you know you'll most likely outlive it and have to deal... with the heartbreak of losing the pet. You're detached by necessity, most likely by the painful past, and it's pushed you in this direction. Your past has pushed you into emotional solitude, but you stay there by 'choice."
She flinched. Lucifer' was sure she'd have taken a step back if she were standing. Her eyes dilated, and the dangerous woman stared at him with a mix of apprehension, curiosity and fear. There was something else too, but he couldn't really decipher it.
"Sorry… I went too far," Lucifer said, as if he had just not unravelled her confidence with one pull on the right thread. Eyes were stuck at his, and he smiled, throwing her a casual grin.
It broke the tension, and an unexpected smile faltered its way into her lips.
"It's fine," She said. "Any other revelations, oh master profiler?"
"Yeah, I estimate a sixty-six percent chance of you helping me get up."
She arched an eyebrow.
Lucifer shrugged helplessly, "My hands and legs seem to have fallen asleep."
Both of them said nothing for a moment, before cracking up in laughter. The bath was shaping out to be extremely interesting.
He watched as Amelia stood up from her place, folded her arms and leaned against the wall, dark eyes taking him in with evident interest. Then she tilted her head and moved towards Lucifer, resting her hands against the sides of the bath.
"Erm—" he began.
"Do you need any help?" She offered, before he could finish, "I doubt you can do much cleaning, what with the cold and everything...."
Lucifer blinked twice, trying to process exactly what she was saying. Had it been any other woman, he'd have understood, but Amelia Bones was the highest military authority in the entire nation. Just a single screwup would be enough to fuck with all his Ministry plans.
But then he noticed how her eyes were gleaming with lust as fingertips traced the surface of the frothing water.
"I suppose I could use some help," he admitted.
She came closer, her fingers now crawling all the way over Lucifer's arm until they rested against a scar on his upper arm. She traced its outline and glanced up at him, lifting an eyebrow.
"Hermione was cutting white onions, and by mistake... 'stabbed me. She licked all the blood afterwards."
Every other person he had shared this information with had gone wide-eyed with laughter, and trust him, Lucifer had gotten asked this question a lot. Most of them just went crazy trying to wrap their heads around how a girl could be so bad in the kitchen.
Some, like Susan and Hannah, had been all about the details, trying to draw progress conclusions, while the rest had simply been shocked and awed by the entire episode.
Not Amelia Bones. She looked at him for a few seconds after he said that, perhaps processing answer in her mind. Then she nodded.
And that was that.
Then her fingers touched the hollow of Lucifer's throat. A shuddering sensation of heat fluttered through his skin in the wake of her fingertips. She looked up at him again.
"Bite marks, when Evelyn lost herself after not having sex with me' over the school days..."
Her touch trailed down to his chest, right above right nipple. There were a series of tiny etches, remnants of his nightly rituals with the two mentioned.
"Kissing practice, testing some high-powered milking spells..."
Amelia shook her head, "I know men that have lived 'five times' as long as you have.... who have not collected so many scars."
She flashed a look of pervert.
"Maybe they lived that long because they didn't have two horny witches gunning after them?"
She met his eyes. This close, her eyes looked even darker than before, "Scoot."
"Excuse me?"
Amelia let out a small cackle. "If I've to help you get cleaned up, I can't do that from here, can I?"
And then she grabbed the hem of her shirt, Lucifer watched with bated breath as inch after inch of her perfect skin revealed itself to eyes. She stopped once the fabric had reached her neck, revealing a satin pink bra beneath, looking at him for a moment before she closed her eyes and pulled the shirt off completely, throwing it down on the floor.
She casually undid her skirt as well, revealing herself in equally pink panties. Watching Lucifer gape at her, she smirked.
"I couldn't just get in without taking my clothes off, could I? They'd get wet. Now, scoot over."
Given that her clothes had fallen on the wet floor, Lucifer doubted that was the reason. She came from behind him and pushed forward as she dipped her long legs into the bath and sat on the other end.
The boy's head resting between her legs. Both hands sliding into the water, she lifted and poured it on Lucifer's back, who smiled and lowered his head.
Amelia's hands caressed his back, and he smelt the soap in them as she worked her fingers into the shoulder muscles and upper back.
"Oh blimey, that's good," Lucifer moaned, feeling the stiffness and ache easing a little as her fingers probed and pushed, massaging soap into his skin, and every so often, a handful of water up and rinsing it clean.
Closing both eyes, he drifted in a sea of pleasure as she worked her magic. His cock throbbed at all the attention she was giving to upper extremities and tightened up to 'full stiffness.'
Lucifer sat up a little straighter.
"Feel better now?" she asked.
He barked out a laugh, "Like I said, you've got magic hands, Amelia."
The boy didn't need to turn to see her smile. "I'm glad, It's been so long since I was taught. I wasn't sure I remembered how."
"You were fantastic."
There were no more doubts in Lucifer's mind, he knew what was going on and where this was headed. Even Amelia's Occlumency could not resist his 'Devil's Charm', it worked just fine on her, "I wonder if I could trouble your hands for a massage to my lower back. It's still stiff. Same for legs...."
"It is, isn't it?" She asked, smiling, playing along, "I doubt I can get those done from here."
"It'd be easier for you to just get in," He suggested, chuckling a little.
"That seems logical."
Hearing the amusement in her tone, Lucifer moved forward, and felt her shift weight for a moment, and then she was... in the bath behind, her feet sliding past his hips and resting on his thighs.
"Look forward," Amelia Bones said, her hands holding the young boy's shoulders in place, before they slid down his spine and pushed even further forward, until his head was nearly in the water.
Lucifer felt the soap working into his muscles on either side of spine, firm movements that sought the knots and slowly smoothened them out. Her free hands came up and rested on the back of his head, feeling her fingers gradually massage the scalp.
"Oh my," he murmured, as waves of pleasure immediately hit.
"Good?"
"Amazing."
She continued to massage him, and after a few minutes, moved her hands down Lucifer's back, smoothening the skin and removing any residual soap.
He sighed, feeling incredibly relaxed and content.
"How is your chest?"
"Still sore."
In the next second itself, Lucifer felt her hands slip around his ribs and until they were resting on the chest.
Half expected her to sit upright behind, so colour him surprised when she pulled against instead.
"Lean back, slowly."
Lucifer followed her directions as she adjusted her position behind until his entire head was resting on her shoulder, he could feel her soft, massive breasts on back separated by a 'flimsy' layer of cloth, while her legs crossed around his waist.
They touched cock and slowed down, resting against it, "This is nice," he murmured in peace.
"Put your arms out." She whispered softly in the ear.
Lucifer could have done anything she said at the moment, and Lady Bones pulled water up and over his chest. It felt incredibly 'intimate and tender,' as if two lovers who had been together for a long time were caring for each other's needs.
Amelia ran the soap in circular swirls across his chest and began working on pectorals, he could hear her growing breaths, sense anticipation as her buxom chest heaved, while her fingers moved in acute concentration, dutifully massaging all over his stomach.
"Miss Bones?"
"Mmmm?"
"You said you had forgotten how to do. When was the last time you did this for anyone?"
She chuckled, "Are we really talking about that now?"
"Well…" Lucifer conceded, "I'm not going anywhere."
Miss Bones in question threw her head back and laughed. There was nothing musical or alluring about it. Just simple laughter, warm and genuine, "About nine years ago, when Susan was just a baby, happy? And now you've... reminded me of my age. Does that make you 'feel good', Mr. Morningstar?"
Lucifer let out a quiet laugh, "I have a thing for older women, actually. Say, Madam Greengrass exposed you were not even a bit interested in romance, is that true?"
"That witch! I will have a word with your bed warmer... What on earth is she pillow talking you? And, wait, you really want to know that?" She whispered into his in a rapidfire mode as if suddenly cornered.
"Ye… yes."
Lucifer felt her smile.
"I had some interest in James Potter."
The water splashed all over the tub as he whirled around to face her. Given her legs were crossed over the waist, that had the unforeseen complication of pushing her sideward as Lucifer tried to face her. Her legs tangled with his, and the only way out was for her to come on top, resting her bountiful assets against his chest, and erection poking into her abdomen.
One of her hands gripped his neck, while another slid down chest, both of their mouths separated by inches.
Her fingers left a trail of fire in Lucifer's flesh, and the hunger to taste her lips grew within.
"You, uh — James Potter?"
Amelia pushed herself against him, which meant pushing her bra-clad breasts over. The wet cloth all but pushed downward, revealing her buxom chest in all its glory, the 'frothing' waters only stressing her sexual appeal rather than hiding her from his black eyes.
"Yes," she murmured.
"You dated him?"
"No, I didn't have that courage, and watched from a friend's perspective..."
She smiled, revealing her secrets while busy fingers crawling across Lucifer's chest, centering on the scar, "James and I knew each other since we were one.... Your friend Harry's, grandmother, Euphemia Bones, was my father's first cousin, and my favourite aunt. James and I shared good starting two years together as best 'friends,' then I could only watch as he took Molly Prewett to 'first prom', firewhiskey, and they copulated…."
"Ron's mother?!! That's some serious gossip you just shared."
Miss Bones laughed louder if possible, and this time, it was a hollow one, "Then in his fourth year, he got smitten with Lily."
"I thought he was…. But Harry told me he had learned that James had been smitten with his mother since the first year."
Amelia rolled her eyes, "Hardly. I was a year ahead of him, I didn't even have a date, Gryffindors, Hufflepuff boy's were quite afraid of me. Back then, Lily was this person... he loved to antagonise. That she had a friend in Slytherin House only made it worse. James had always been a little too hostile towards Slytherins and Severus Snape didn't exactly have too many redeeming qualities. Between pranking a 'fellow' Gryffindor muggle born and pranking Snape, the choice was obvious."
"And now Snape's taking his revenge by picking on 'The Boy Who Lived' in class.... This explains a lot."
The strong natured Hufflepuff she was, now frowned, "I have… heard about issues with Severus Snape from Susan. But I admit I've never quite looked at it that way..."
Lucifer exhaled, "He'll deal, that guy was probably used to it now."
Before she could say something, he snaked one hand around her waist, and Amelia Bones let out a quiet, satisfied little moan and melted against him, body pressing full length to the boy's she was pining.
It was like all those years of repressing her sexual instincts were all erupting out at once, Lucifer felt her wet panties rub against his erection, as she stayed like that, eyes shut for five or ten seconds, and when she finally opened them, they were absolutely huge and molten with desire.
She arched in a slow stretch, letting out a low, pleased sigh.
He held back from kissing her. There was no doubt she'd respond in like, but Lucifer wanted her further down the rabbit hole before beginning to exercise his charm.
"Honestly, young man. I'll admit I never liked Lily Evans, she was gifted at the magical arts. We all knew that. But something about her just rubbed me the wrong way. He went all crazy after her in his fourth year and would keep ranting to me about how 'Lily-Flower' would just not give her the time of the day.... Molly was so driven barmy, she found love in Arthur instead who was already involved with another RavenClaw muggle-born girl at the time..."
"..." Lucifer couldn't believe what he was hearing right in his very ears.
"Between the nerve-wracking tension of OWL preparations, and me being tired of his rants, I forced him to test for love potions."
He winced.
"Yeah," She chuckled mirthlessly, "That went really well. Turns out Lily didn't potion him, and that just destroyed our relationship. I got into a 'Hit-Wizard' internship right after my OWLS, and that meant spending even less time with James. I knew my father and Uncle Fleamont had a betrothal contract readied for the two of us after James passed his NEWTs, so I went on with my career.... That was arrogant. After all, it was OWL year for James, and next two years would be just as nerve-wracking with NEWTs on the horizon... I was looking forward to recruiting James for the DMLE right after his graduation. But most of all, I wondered, 'how much could possibly go wrong?"
She pushed her face into his shoulder, and heard a sob escape her throat. Lucifer couldn't find it in heart to ask her what happened after that, so he settled on making rings over her spotless back with a finger.
By the time Miss Bones pushed back, she was breathing harder, and her heart was beating frantically against his chest.
"I saw James after two years, and it turned out Lily was pregnant. 'With his child.'"
Amelia pushed back physically, a large scowl marring her features. Her eyes so full of molten desire until then, had transformed into smouldering flames of impotent rage, "I… I was so angry that I lost it. I almost attacked him. Turns out, Death Eaters killed Lily's parents during her 'sixth year,' and James had supported her, and they had dated. James claimed she saw how much he had matured and fell for his charms..."
The Head of 'Department of Magical LawEnforcement' sat up straight, uncaring that her breasts were full on display, and splashed the water with her hands in fury.
"SENTIMENTAL TRIPE!" She snarled, "I knew what that witch had done. She got to know exactly what happened with muggleborns and half-bloods and didn't want to share that future... Her parents might have died at the Death Eaters' hands, but she used that to cement herself to James. And then she got pregnant with his child.' I didn't even get to kiss him a single time all those years, and then somehow... I ended up biting your cock."
She glared at Lucifer, as if he was to blame. Then again, he probably was indirectly.
"Maybe all that happened, or nothing did was for a good reason after all..."
"Ehehe~ Thanks, I guess. What about Potter's grandfather, I bet he didn't take it that nicely."
Amelia snorted. It was a cold and callous thing, "You think? Uncle Fleamont was furious. A muggle born becoming Lady Potter? It was a giant scandal. He wanted nothing to do with Lily Evans, nor the unwanted—" she paused, realising the faux pas, but Lucifer gestured her to continue.
"Uncle wanted James to honour the betrothal and marry me. He was even willing to keep Lily Evans as James's concubine, and let the child call itself a Potter. James refused and walked out with Lily to live in 'Godric's Hollow."
That explained a lot about the Potter 'financial' condition and Minerva's comments about 'Fleamont Potter.'
"You can probably expect the rest," Amelia said softly, her eyes glistening, "Fleamont and James never saw eye to eye with each other. Aunt Euphie and I often tried to make father and son reconcile, but they wouldn't. And then… Voldemort happened. First with the attack on Potter Manor, and then on the cottage in Godric's Hollow."
"Potter Manor…" Lucifer narrowed his eyes, "Why did Voldemort attack there? Is it beyond ruined, could Harry live there? I thought Fleamont Potter was neutral."
"Why else? He was after Lily and James. I told them to avoid becoming part of Dumbledore's blasted Order, but he wouldn't listen. 'Lily wouldn't let him listen'. She was furious that Death Eaters had killed her parents and wanted revenge, and James wouldn't let her do it alone. 'Blasted bitch dragged him to his death'. I don't know why Voldemort was searching so madly for them, but he attacked Potter Manor first, thinking he was hiding there.... Uncle Fleamont… he and Aunt Euphie fought to their last breath, but they never told him where James and Lily were."
She was shaking horribly, and Lucifer out of his character, wanted to hug her but then decided against it.
"That madman took everything away from us. 'Uncle Fleamont, Aunt Euphie, my own parents, my brothers… their families, James…' I was — I was a wreck, I told Dumbledore I was in the will to take the heir. I was supposed to adopt Harry Potter. 'But I — I couldn't.' I told myself lies. I told myself that Death Eaters had already breached the manor's defences once. Keeping Susan safe alone was a daunting task. Keeping the 'Boy-Who-Lived' with her…"
"Miss Bon---"
"But I was lying. I just… I just couldn't bring myself to look at that child. He was the 'Boy-Who-Lived' to everyone, the saviour of our world, but to me, he was the unwanted pregnancy that upturned my life. I just couldn't bring myself to look at him, especially after the Pettigrew incident.... But most of all, I didn't want Susan to grow up the way I did. I didn't want her to get her dreams crushed by another Potter. I — I —-- Then, Professor McGonangal offered to adopt him, but Headmaster refused and gave the boy to Dursleys."
She couldn't say anymore. She grabbed Lucifer's shoulders and thrust her head into his chest, breaking into sobs. But this time, he didn't let her cry by herself.
Lifted his right hand to cup her jawline and leaned down to press his mouth to hers. Amelia Bones let out a slow, satisfied moan and melted against him again, pressing herself into his small body like she wanted to be one with----
One of her hands grabbed his head, while Lucifer's left hand ran through the curls of her red hair, drawing her more deeply into the kiss. Her mouth was inflamed with need, and she demanded vindication, and somehow in her head, he was the one that could give her that.
Her hands ran all over his chest and back, her hips shifting in slow tension against Lucifer's, and he could feel her heat. By the time it was over, both were breathing hard, and he could see a primal desire in her eyes.
It was time to culminate it all into an explosive climax.
It was time to 'fuck her.'
xxxxxx
Amelia Bones pushed her wet form against Lucifer, her breasts now bereft of her bra's protection, and nipples brushing against his solid chest. She grabbed him by his neck and sucked his earlobe, grabbing his right hand and placing it on her cheek, shivering as his fingers crawled down her cheek, down the hollow of her neck and fell in between her heaving breasts.
She felt his cock, thick and veiny and definitely larger than James, she had clearly seen how it had given pleasure to Molly Prewett...
Now, a young boy's pulsed angrily against her abdomen. It brushed against panties and she shuddered again, her own wetness separated only by a piece of cloth, didn't look at all enough to keep that raging cock from tearing her hymen.
It scared her.
Lucifer grabbed the woman by her neck and pulled her to his lips. She allowed her own arms to flow backwards and snake around his neck and pull his face to meet hers. Their lips met instantly and parted seconds later.
His tongue darted straight into her mouth and met her own tongue, probing hard and fast against him. She kissed him passionately, their mouths never quite leaving each other, even for air.
Instead, she pushed herself further into him, his cock slipping all over her legs and abdomen every single time, water splashing all over the floor as they made out.
And then Lucifer pushed back.
Amelia left his lips and panted for air as he pushed her back, splashing even more water, until he was now pressing her against the other end of the tub. Their positions were now reversed, with him over her.
His calloused, Quidditch-playing hands slid up and grabbed her mounds of tit flesh and with all and mauled them, squeezing hard without abandon, all the while scouring the insides of her mouth with his tongue.
She could sense the unrest within him, knew that he wanted to fuck her and she wanted to get fucked by him.
The last innocence squealed as Amelia felt his hand crawl beneath her and grab her arse and maul them, while his other squeezed her left tit, cock probing against her panties.
And then she felt him grab the thin thread of her panties and pull them down and insert a single finger into her wetness. 'Yes! Yes Lucifer! Just a little deeper, it's so good, I didn't know it will be like this... Merlin, when it's not my own!'
She pulled him closer and stared into his red eyes, And froze. Red eyes, not black. This was Susan's crush, her most likely future partner and she had just—Her eyes widened, and her jaw fell open.
'What have I done?'
Gasping as she stared at Lucifer as if she had never seen him before. This mere twelve year old boy looked so much un-like James, as she thought, from complete opposite proper combed hair, (those bangs were quite long at the back) to this intense, 'pussy-clenching' gaze (worse wettening) to this devilish grin.
(James was always gentle towards her, smiling, treating Amelia like any of his other good friends, and nothing more.)
It was the exact opposite of James. This boy had a Casanova outlook, 'devil-may-care' attitude. An intensely sharp mind hiding behind a slim boy, Slytherin no less', Lucifer.
Had she finally gotten over James? But he was just a twelve year old boy!
"What the fuck have I done?" She asked, her pent-up sexual demands evaporating on the fly. "'I — I — I need to get out of here! This is a crime, you are underage!"
She tried to get off the bath, spilling more water all over the floor, but Lucifer grabbed her waist and pulled her down. She spun around and whacked his hand away with hers, but he didn't let her.
He spun her around until her back was facing him and pulled her into the water with him, hands mauling her breasts without mercy.
"Leave — let me — let me go!" She demanded between moans, "This is, is wrong! We shouldn't have done this! Lucifer — Mr. Morningstar—"
"We did what we wanted," Lucifer. was just trying to reassure her. No, making her need to fuck him.
Obviously, he wanted her body after everything that had happened between them. Scoring with a sensual older woman was exactly how his teenage mind should work. There was no way she was going to —
Her thoughts died as she let out another long, soft moan as he pushed a finger into her folds.
"Please, stop! Lucifer! Stop! We can't do this. Susan will never forgive me."
He nibbled her ear. "Why?"
"Because — because this is wrong!"
The finger in her folds became two. "Why?"
'Why? What why?'
"Why not?" Lucifer asked, not finding a single wrong thing the entire time he bathed, "I want to. You want to. We're both consented, you wouldn't have kissed me if you didn't want this..."
Oh, how could she explain? Amelia Bones had gotten confused by her own emotions. Somewhere between talking to him and listening to him systematically tear down every single wall and reveal her true self to her with just words made her feel utterly naked before his gaze.
Was it any surprise that her clothes had followed suit?
"It doesn't matter! I'm — I'm easily your mother's age."
Her words felt hollow, even to her. She wanted to kiss him. Wanted to be kissed by him. She tried hard to stop her thoughts, to regain the ironclad will she had maintained over more then past two decades. She tried to convince herself that she didn't want this, would tell him off and obliviate him of this memory.
But the truth still came to her, and Lady Bones knew she wanted him to fuck her, and that she was going to enjoy every minute, even though she wanted to deny it to herself. She knew that deep down, not only did she want him to fuck her, but she wanted to fuck him back and love all of it.
Amelia wanted to bear his children, and not leave everything in favourite niece Susan's womb.
Slowly, her histrionics ceased, and she lay in the water, right above him, his erect cock between her legs and Lucifer's hands on her stomach and breasts.
Butterflies the size of houses fluttered in her belly. How had this started? When had she turned from the Iron "Lady DMLE Director" to this repressed slut craving for the touch of a young man not even half her age?
"It's okay," She murmured at last. "I'm not going anywhere."
Amelia turned her head and met his obsidian black gaze. There was concern in his eyes, concern and affection and a 'finality' that she just couldn't look away from. Just what was it he did to her?
There she was, 'DMLE Director', 'war-veteran Hit-Witch,' the bane of criminals. So why was this young man looking at her like she needed his protection? Their gaze extended, and Amelia felt a little worried, a little nervous too, and horny like hell. She wanted him and wanted him badly, yet she knew it was wrong.
She was a woman in the prime of her life and he — 'he was still a teenager.' A teenager with a lust so intense that it sent her fluids racing downward.
Amelia stared into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity until finally she thought perhaps she had been all wrong; 'perhaps nothing was going to happen'. The sad thing was, she couldn't decide whether to be happy or sad about it.
"I'm 'not' James Potter," he said out of nowhere.
Amelia flinched. She knew that, but somewhere along the line, the lines between reality and delusion had 'faded for her'. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek. Unconsciously, she twisted her body until she was on top again.
"James Potter did not reciprocate your feelings, he never had eyes for anyone but Lily Evans. I don't know if she tricked him... or if it was just the way things turned out. I don't know if the pregnancy was unwanted or if James would have the betrothal. But what I know is this."
Lucifer reached around her waist and pulled her to him, his lips touching hers and their mouths separating and tongues dancing, softly this time. She put both hands on his chest as their kiss deepened.
'Merlin, how was he so good at this?'
And then he broke the kiss and smiled at her once again, a cocky grin on his face, "None of that matters. You know why? Because I will give you what James Potter couldn't."
His tongue licked her neck.
"I'll worship every part of you."
One hand went to her folds.
"I'll make love to you. 'Every single night."
His hand went up to her tit and squeezed it. Tight.
"I'll fuck you like you've always desired. I'll take this cock and drill it into you so deep that those 'hit-wizards' you have out there will hear you scream.... I'll make you cum so many times that you'll forget that there was ever any James Potter."
He grabbed her throat. "I will own you, Amelia Bones. 'And I'll make you mine."
Amelia looked at him and nodded. It was a good thing that they were in a tub. Trying to hide thrill of the lust and electricity shooting through her pussy as he said those words would have been difficult. She wanted him and 'wanted him now!' Right or wrong, this was what she wanted, and she was going to get it.
His eyes roamed all over her body. Amelia blushed, but wanted him to look, "Tell me," he whispered, "what do you want?"
"I want…" she whispered. "I want you to take me. Right here. Right now."
"No."
"WHAT?" she yelled, only to be silenced by his look. "Why?"
"You've rejected my advances, Amelia. And for that, you need to be punished. Isn't that the law, DMLE Director?"
This man… he was absolutely impossible, wasn't he? But as strange as it was, Madam Bones looked forward to whatever he had in mind.
"I understand," she said, resigning herself to his mercy. "'Punish me."
"I will," He said, and turned her around, until she was bending against the walls of the tub, her breasts 'falling' out of it on the other side. She felt his erection growing, pressing against her back.
Leaning down, so close that she could feel his weight over her, pushing her down against the tub walls, and heard him sniff. He was inhaling her scent.
Then his fingers reached down to her panties. He grabbed the thread and slowly, sensually, pulled it down, leaving her wetness on display.
Amelia bit her lip, feeling his impressive cock against her folds. Her fingers itched to reach back and stroke him, but she stayed where she was, obeying him like a good little slave should.
'Slave?' Wow. Where had that thought come from? She was the highest military authority in wizarding Britain. She couldn't have gotten off on being forced into submission. Could she?
'I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm letting him do this to me. Is this what I am now? A woman that lets herself on display for her —'
'For her master?'
She felt his hand slowly caress her arse. There was a cold, spidery touch to them. Amelia almost whimpered, her body already responding as the moment stretched, the anticipation pure agony.
'Smack!'
When his palm connected with her arse, she made a noise that was half a sigh of relief and half a shriek. There was a sharp sting of pain, and then Lucifer hit her again, his hand smacking against her other cheek so hard that tears burned behind her eyes.
The pain flared out, burning as she waited for the next blow. Instead, his fingers began rubbing her, caressing her, stroking the pain away.
It was almost worse than the spanking, because she mewled against the tub walls, unable to help herself, arching back into his touch.
'Smack!'
"Guh....!"
His hand came down again, making her cry out, the pain redoubled as he hit the bruised flesh, still tender from before. Again, 'his cruel' palm landed a blow, then again, and then those dreadful, evil, sweet, wonderful hands were on her again.
'Touching her pure untainted body, smoothing away the hurt.'
Her pussy was aching, and she was aroused, painfully so. The way he was stroking her, his fingers were just inches away from her delicate folds. His cock, thick and pulsing, lay just within reach. If she arched a little further, maybe that weapon would slip into her years of waiting wetness, teasing her, exploring until she cried out beneath him.
His hand came down again and again, and she screamed, her body so tense, she thought she might burst.
"'Relax, Amelia!" he breathed into her ear. "Relax, or it will hurt more."
She let the tension out of her muscles as he commanded, and Lucifer spanked her again, harder and harder, his blows coming faster now, building to a crescendo. She moaned, the pain slowly changing into something strange, the fuzzy warmth flowing through his every hit, and pleasure arising out of every slap on her arse.
And to think he had 'yet' to fuck her.
Was this what he did with the other girls? She suspected he was in a polyamorous relationship with multiple girls, including, but not limited to, Evelyn Greengrass and perhaps Hermione Granger.
He had that Slytherin' woman as his "Motherly bimbo", and given the way he maintained a leash on her behaviour, she wouldn't put it beyond him to have turned that widow into his plaything.
He was a devil spawn. A sexual predator. And she was his prey.
But despite that, Amelia Bones found she didn't quite dislike her current situation. And then his hands landed on her again, and all thoughts vanished from her head.
Lucifer Morningstar kneaded her arse until she 'felt' tears roll down her cheek, and then he was holding her, collapsed over her so she could feel his cock pressed against her folds. She rubbed against it, like a cat in heat, but he didn't even try to push it into her pussy. This… this impossible man that was playing with her, but would not give her what she wanted---the feeling of that 'very first and only ever will' cock deep into her wetness.
This was the man she had given herself to. And then he pulled away.
"That's enough for now."
"What?" Miss prideful Bones all but yelled, turning back. "Why?"
Lucifer stood up and stepped out of the tub. He gave her a look from her head to toe, and then casually squeezed her left tit before giving it a light smack.
"Because," he said, a damnable smirk forming on his lips, "Good things come to those who wait for it. And I'm here for the entire weekend. Aren't I? So show me who's a good girl."
With that, he turned around and raised his hand. Amelia watched as his clothes shot upwards, completely dry. She watched at his casual display of wandless magic, mentally tying it with that awe-inspiring performance she had seen earlier.
She watched as he dressed himself and closed the bathroom door behind him. Lady Bones rose, shaky and feeling a tighter wound than a suspension coil. She wanted to cry. She was so damned horny, and yet he had just dismissed her like that and walked out.
No. She corrected herself. Lucifer Morningstar wasn't the spawn of the devil. He was 'the devil himself!!'
xxxxxxx
Lucifer lay in a guestroom bed, gazing up at blue sky through the window, contemplating on what had just happened and tapping fingers thoughtfully against the mattress.
Especially the aftermath, he had made out with Amelia 'Iron Lady' Bones of all people. He had her, naked and wet, sprawled all over, and begging to fuck her pussy.
He had pushed the DMLE Director down like a bitch in heat, and spanked her arse six ways to Sunday and back, leaving a sex-starved creature in her place.
All in a matter of two hours.
Lucifer had Amelia Bones exactly where be wanted her, and didn't fuck her. All that he needed was a single fuck, cum inside her, but he held....And, as it turned out, it was the least of his worries. For there was already a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me," came a composed reply.
Susan. What did she want? Lucifer could go out on a limb and say that the Bones heiress was just as impressed by his performance as her aunt. Maybe she wanted to see how he was faring?
Either way, he could let himself look weak. Bad for the image and all that, whiskey had nothing to with this.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Susan stepped in. She looked, well, he didn't want to say angry, but conflicted at the very least. And for the love of Merlin, he couldn't fathom what he had done to annoy her this time. No, that look wasn't for annoyance. She was genuinely pissed off, and not necessarily at him.
For a brief second, Lucifer wondered if she had found out about his little moment of extreme familiarity with Amelia Bones. 'Guess that would be a reason to be infuriated about...'
Shutting his inner monologue, he gave her what he thought was a charming, rakish smile. Lucifer thought it actually looked a little out of place, mostly in the bloodshot eyes.
No matter. Then, he realised she was staring at his clothes. Or well, lack of.
"Is this your latest stunt to impress me? Walking without a shirt on?"
"Is it working?" Lucifer shot back.
Her cheeks gained a reddish sheen, "I've got better things to do than admire your muscles, Morningstar."
"That definitely explains why you're in my room, devouring me with your eyes. You can have a closer view if you want, you know. That is, so long as you keep your hands to yourself. Molestation is where I draw the line."
Susan snorted and flicked her wand, pulling a shirt from the wardrobe and landing it on his left shoulder. Lucifer put both arms through, but didn't bother with the buttons. The Hufflepuff girl just rolled her eyes and walked in.
Obviously she wanted something but didn't know how to voice it. Taking pity on her, he gave her an opening.
"So, what's next on the menu?"
She looked confused. "Menu?"
"Well I'm here for the next couple of days, aren't I? You're telling me I'll be locked up in my room all that long?"
She laughed. "Would you like that?"
"Depends on who's in the room with me."
She rolled her eyes. "Could you stop being a total 'flirt' for a moment?"
"Yes."
The only girl in this 'Muggle house' cocked her head, wondering how easily Lucifer had given in, "I've been thinking about your performance earlier, you know."
"Eh, what performance are we talking about? Because most of my performances require at least one participating member."
She blushed, "I was talking about spell practice earlier, idiot."
"Oh 'that' performance," Lucifer mocked with a deliberate faux pax, "Why didn't you say that?"
"What happened to not flirting?"
He shrugged in response, not caring much what this Heiress wanted, "You asked if I could stop flirting, not to actually stop..."
She palmed her face. "And would you please stop flirting for a moment? I really mean it."
'I'll be honest. Part of me wanted her to leave. I really needed some rest and her presence wasn't helping...'
But rejecting a potential opportunity would be stupider and there was no way, Lucifer would let a little magical inconvenience and pain take away, "Eh, sure. You've got five minutes."
She looked ready to mutiny, but then accepted it as the best case scenario and moved on.
"It was really… something. Like originally when you hit the first row without a miss, I thought it was a fluke. Then I thought it was because of your training as a Seeker. I mean, I've seen you pull some really dangerous moves... in the air, and you're the best in, well, most of the subjects. But then Quaffles started flying in all angles and you kept hitting them without fail. That…"
She breathed, "'that was no fluke!"
"Erm, thanks?"
The girl scowled at him, "After Auntie took you to the bath, I checked the stats. I even got Hazel to get me a copy of the Auror training records from Auntie's office, and your score leaves all of them in the dust.... Auntie was saying that if you were half as good with your less torturing spell selection as you are with your casting, you'd be instantly taken in for 'Hit-wizard training."
"Just training?"
She gave him a levelled look, which said you were treading a very thin lake cube of frozen ice, "Hit-wizards need to learn a lot more stuff than just shooting curses..."
"Right."
"So how do you do that?"
"How do I do what?"
"That."
"What?"
"Oh for Merlin's, I mean your casting. How are you so freaking fast? Who trained you?"
"Oh don't you know?" Lucifer said with as much seriousness as he could muster, "After I defeated the Dark Lord, Morgana and Merlin took me to their magical castle up there in the clouds where I learned all kinds of magic and played with unicorns and roamed around with dragons... Why, there was this one time when I faced a really terrifying selkie and won a mermaid's heart. Best sex I've ever had, I tell you."
"Right, if you were trained by Merlin and Morgana, I'm freaking Circe."
"Are you?" Lucifer went on, giving her a really awestruck look, "I mean you are good at transfiguration and you wanted to lock me earlier. Would that be before or after you transfigure me into a pig?"
"Pig!" She snorted, "Stop that. But seriously, how did you do that?"
Lucifer gave her a knowing smile but said nothing.
"I mean, I've seen you in class. Granted, you've changed so much over the Summer. A complete shift from recluse hiding behind Granger, Lady Greengrass to this stupid, casanova jock that uses others for his benefit but your skills… One would think you have been hiding your 'real playboy talent' all along. You are all over the Wizarding World!"
"One would be correct."
Out of everything Lucifer had said, this shocked her the most. Susan opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. He laughed at her repeated attempts and spoke again.
"I mentioned this to Hannah before, you don't need to score good marks to be a good student."
Susan crossed her arms, "And why would you hide us from Hannah, Granger?"
A twisted groan left his mouth, when he suddenly remembered being caught by Hufflepuff girls, "I've had an annoying brother gunning for me ever since I was born.... I've had to face dangers every damned year ever since I entered the magical world. Possessed professors, Cerberus, trolls, Basilisks, and now most likely Dementors, and let's not forget managing Snape's greasy moodswings----"
Susan snorted at that.
"It's been one ugly thing after another. The last thing I need is for Hermione Granger out for my blood."
She blinked, "That's a… surprisingly Slytherin approach, Morningstar."
"Must be. The Hat offered me Slytherin twice back then, but I had already been corrupted by Dumbledore, then Hat all but calling me 'evil.' Hermione and I had met Malfoy, so me being impressionable idiot I was, I decided not to go into the house of Dark Wizards and bigoted idiots with 'grey white blonde hairs'."
She chortled, "Oh, I bet those Snakes would have loved you in there, and continue winning House Cup streaks!"
"It would," Lucifer now readily agreed, he would have gone there if not for Hermione, "The silvery-black and green would match my real self perfectly."
"Didn't know you took lessons from Gilderoy Lockhart."
"Well someone had to. Maybe if I was cute and 'female' with blazing red hair, I'd have stared at him dreamily instead."
"Shut up," Susan said, looking utterly embarrassed of her younger idiotic self last year, "It's different. As a pureblood, I practically grew up reading 'Witch Weekly'. Auntie would listen to Hobgoblins and Celestina Warbeck, but me, Hannah, and all the other girls were crazy for Whomping willows, and after that, Weird Sisters. Witch Weekly defined our lives, and Gilderoy Lockhart was a heartthrob. Witch Weekly... would do a full page on him at least once a month. That and contests over being mother to your baby dragon girl of the month."
Lucifer gasped loudly, he didn't know any of what she just blindly uttered, without considering her own shame.
Susan Bones blushed scarlet.
Then breaking away from her scornful glare, he cleared his throat, "Ah, well, that's… good to know."
He really needed a change in conversation, "So, you wanted to tell me something apart from the spellcasting?"
She blinked twice. "Right, before you so cleverly distracted me," Then glanced at his naked chest again, before meeting eyes, "I've been wondering. Exactly what is it that you've got Goblins working for you?"
"I thought I told you."
"Yes, WhatsApp," She said, annoyance filtering into her tone again, "An enchanting Alchemical shop in Diagon Alley backed by Greengrass family.... Those are dime a dozen. I don't see why you'd go all the way to start one, and then hire a muggleborn and pure-blood Slytherin' at that kind of salaries."
"You don't think Yorkshire Carrow and Melony deserves it?"
She shrugged cagily, "You know what I mean."
Lucifer tilted his head slightly. Knowing what he did about Amelia's experience with Lily Evans, he was now beginning to wonder exactly how 'pro-muggleborn' the Bones family was. Of course, that wasn't saying that they were bigoted like Malfoy and his ilk, but perhaps after her experience, Amelia too shied away from being an active muggleborn supporter?
Was that why she maintained her House in the Neutral faction? Didn't tell Granger about Kitchen?
It bore thinking about.
"Let me give you a spoiler, I am thinking of enchanting muggle technology for Wizards only instead of just enchanting it, we redesign it in ways that... it stops being a muggle tech that works on a magical battery, and instead, becomes a magical invention that bears resemblance to a muggle tech."
"You realise that falls under 'Misuse of Muggle artefacts', right?"
"Not quite, Take my car Chevrolet 1962 Corvette for example; I've got 'fire-based' enchantments to increase fuel potency, water-based to improve the fuel efficiency and duration, durability charms to increase hardness, kinetic charms to enhance speed and... driving experience and so on. I will remove the extra muggle parts, hire enchanters and runesmiths to carve rune sequences that when combined with the right spells—"
"Function exactly like muggle technology while being a magical artefact," Susan finished reading up in between the lines quickly, and caught up with a sense of wariness at his genius, "Isn't that right?"
"Guilty."
"That's 'awesome."
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