Fic: Educating Rita - Part 1
I think this is now my OT3. *dies*
Title: Educating Rita
Pairing: Lucius/Rita/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rita has published nasty articles in The Daily Prophet about Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. They invite her to dinner to 'set the record straight'. Part 1 of 2.
Dear Ms Skeeter,
It is Ms, is it not? I’m sure you recognised the seal on the envelope, and there is no need for me to introduce myself.
I am writing this letter on behalf of myself and a companion of mine, Severus Snape. We wish to voice our concerns about an article published two days ago in ‘The Daily Prophet’, concerning the recent Wizengamot trials, and signed with your name.
We believed you referred to us as ‘Deatheaters, liars and cowards’, and we would like to set the record straight. To that end, we invite you to dine with us on Friday evening. A reservation has been made at Le Dragon D'argent, in London, for seven pm.
We appreciate your prompt reply.
Yours,
Lucius Malfoy
Both Rita Skeeter and her quill quivered in delight.
~*~
They were late, Rita noted, trailing one crimson nail around the rim of a cocktail glass. Only by a few minutes, but late. She shifted in her seat. The cocktail was the same vibrant blue as the dress she wore, both specially chosen. Satin clung to her form like liquid, with a neckline that showcased brilliantly the cleavage afforded by Witch Wanda’s WonderWear. Her hair hung in soft ripples, pinned back with a silver clasp. She glanced at her reflection in a spoon and smiled. It had taken time to cultivate, and all of it would go to waste if they didn’t show, but it would make a deliciously self-righteous argument in her next article.
She surveyed the room. It was a wizard restaurant, complete with silencing wards on apparition, and food that appeared on the tables when ordered. The décor was bold and rich - burgundy carpets, mahogany tables with thick, white tablecloths. Fires burned in niches on the walls, both illuminating each circular booth and casting it into shadow.
She lifted her glass, took a sip, blinked, and when she opened her eyes there were wizards seated beside her.
“Rita Skeeter,” Lucius Malfoy spoke with a smile, watching her as she laid her glass down on the table, then taking her hand, lifting it to his lips, and placing a kiss upon it. He was swathed in black, but the cuffs and collar of his robes were embroidered with green, serpentine designs. Beneath them was a silk shirt in the same shade, and his long blonde hair was tied back with a velvet ribbon. “As decadent and dangerous as you were in our school days.” His eyes flicked appreciatively over her attire, then back up to her face.
“You don’t get far in my business by being shy.” She replied, sliding her hand from his and letting nails scrape against his skin.
“Indeed not.” His lips quirked as if to sneer, but he seemed to have decided he’d be charming tonight, so changed the subject quickly. “You know my companion, Severus Snape?” Lucius waved an elegant hand and directed Rita’s attention to the man on her left.
“Only by reputation.” Rita smiled at him, but was not met with one in return.
His robes were basic black, but elegantly cut. He’d tied his hair back also, but with nothing so showy as velvet. When he met her eyes, his expression was unreadable.
“Likewise.” He spoke only two syllables, but his voice was deep and smooth. In one word, he managed to weave several layers of feeling - dislike, malice, intrigue. When she extended her hand, he shook it, but made none of the eloquent gestures Lucius so loved.
Interesting, thought Rita, reclining back against the cushioned seat and lifting her glass from the table again, surveying them both over its rim. Lucius licked a finger and flipped languidly through the wine list. Severus ordered firewhiskey neat with ice.
“Do you have any particular preference for the wine, Ms Skeeter?”
“Please, call me Rita. And feel free to choose; I’m sure your palette is more cultivated than mine.”
Beside her, Severus snorted lightly, and Rita smiled. Lucius Malfoy had been a precocious child, in his first year when she was in her third. He was all charm and no substance - 'new money', her father had sneered derisively - and she suspected not much had changed.
He was quite appealing to the eye, though, and his confidence delicious. For but a moment his face betrayed a line of concern, then the façade was up again, and he was whispering names under his breath as if tasting them.
“I believe you’ve taken a position at Hogwarts, Mr Snape.”
The reporter in her knew there was power in small talk, even if some thought it tiresome. She flicked a glance at him before returning her eyes to the menu.
“Mr Snape was my father,” he responded; “Severus will do adequately. And yes, Dumbledore has made me potions master.”
“That must be tiresome.” She laid a fingernail on the menu at the place she had stopped reading, and glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes. “I’ve always said I dislike children, and I’m glad I never was one.”
He didn’t acknowledge her joke, merely lifted his glass and swirled the ice in it. “I can’t say I’m too fond of the brats, but it’s better than the alternative.”
A thrill ran through Rita from head to toe. She wished she had her quill. Fired off a question without thinking. “You mean Azkaban?”
His eyes met hers, and their black depths glittered with something that might have been disdain for her lack of subtlety. “Yes, Azkaban, as your quill so often points out, along with the assumption that that is where I should be.”
“I write what sells papers, Severus, not necessarily what I think or believe. Since when is righteousness a Slytherin trait?”
“You may find,” his voice was a dangerous purr, “That one day someone will not be satisfied by that explanation.”
Her eyes twinkled. “I look forward to it.” For a moment she thought she saw a glint of something dark and unspeakable in his eyes, and it sent an entirely different sort of thrill through her.
A waiter came to the table and they ordered their meals. Chicken for Rita, a rare steak for Lucius; seafood for the potions master. Lucius selected the wine, and Rita was amused to note he’d simply picked the most expensive on the menu.
The food was exquisite - succulent chicken breast on a bed of potato. She twirled a bite in thick, creamy sauce, glanced at her two companions.
Lucius sipped the wine, which had turned out to be rather delicious - a lucky guess - before taking to his steak with knife and fork. Rita made a note to mention his taste for blood in her next article.
On her left, Severus carefully cracked open a lobster, then used long, elegant fingers to pull the delicate white flesh from inside the shell. He licked his fingers as he ate, and for a moment she was mesmerised by the sight of them sliding over his lips, wondering what he would do if she took them in hers. Wondered what kind of sounds that voice of his would make as her tongue caressed them. He was only twenty-something, but there was a weight in him, and an eroticism to his movements that spoke of someone beyond his years.
Lucius cleared his throat, and Rita glanced at him. He lifted his glass and pierced Rita with a sly stare. “We asked you hear tonight to clear the air about those malicious lies you’ve been printing in the newspaper. To tell you we’ve never been Deathaters, not really. To show you. What do you believe, on close inspection?”
She was just lifting the fork to her mouth. When she pulled it away, she took a moment longer than normal, drawing silver over crimson lips and watching him watch her.
“I don’t believe there’s anyone in the world who could put Imperius on you.”
He laid the glass down without taking a sip; let his hand fall against the edge of the table, where his silver headed snake cane rested. His fingers caressed it like a lover. “If that’s the case…” His voice was smooth, but something dangerous glinted in those blue eyes like knives, “Shouldn’t you be afraid? Of the things I have done of my own free will? Of the things I could do to you to keep you quiet?”
For a moment, his gaze unsettled her, but she would not be beaten. “Perhaps I like danger,” she murmured with a wicked smile. “Perhaps I’m just waiting for someone ruthless to come and punish me for all the depraved things I’ve written.”
Neither man responded, but she could feel both sets of eyes on her. The air was as thick as honey.
Lucius and Severus declined dessert in favour of coffee. Rita ordered a chocolate banana. By the time it appeared, intentions were written in the air. Rita felt a set of toes slide up her calf.
She speared the banana with her fork, and lifted its tip to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to lick at chocolate and her eyes fluttered closed. Severus’ fingers fisted in the tablecloth.
She parted her lips and slid the banana inside, sucking at the chocolate lightly until it warmed and melted into the corners of her mouth. Licked her lips. She twisted her wrist, turned the banana sideways and trailed her tongue its underside from base to tip. Lucius shifted in his seat, and a moment later she felt warm, smooth fingers against the inside of her knee, teasing at the skin through fishnet stockings. A smile twitched at her lips, and she slid the banana between them again, sliding it in as far as it would go, then pulling it out again, slowly dragging her lips down its shaft.
Fingers crept up her thighs; she spread them under the table. Her free hand fell against the seat beside her, and a moment later Severus’ closed around it, lifted it, and he sucked a finger into his hot mouth.
Lucius’ fingers pushed her panties aside, and a moment later his fingers were on her, right there, oh…
The banana toppled from her fingers onto the plate.
“We need to leave. Now.” Her voice husky with desire.
Lucius smirked in her ear. “I know just the place.” A moment later, she felt the familiar pull of apparition, and the room dissolved around them.
The place they arrived in was as black as pitch. She was on her knees, and there was something soft beneath her. Lucius’ fingers were still there, teasing her but not giving her anything, and she felt herself trying to arch against his touch and hardly noticing the feel of Severus’ hands around her wrists until the words of a spell reached her ears, and something tight lashed about them.
Malfoy pulled away then, and his wand lit, illuminating his face in the blackness. He murmured a charm and her dress was gone. In the light of the wand, everything was clearly visible. Tiny lace bra charmed for maximum cleavage, black panties covering very little of her bare cunt, fishnet stay-ups halfway down her thighs. Severus’ fingers gripped her upper arms.
“You dress like a whore.” He sneered. “It’s about time someone started to treat you like one.”
Malfoy’s eyes glittered. “Ruthless punishment you wanted, wasn’t it?”
Title: Educating Rita
Pairing: Lucius/Rita/Severus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rita has published nasty articles in The Daily Prophet about Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. They invite her to dinner to 'set the record straight'. Part 1 of 2.
Dear Ms Skeeter,
It is Ms, is it not? I’m sure you recognised the seal on the envelope, and there is no need for me to introduce myself.
I am writing this letter on behalf of myself and a companion of mine, Severus Snape. We wish to voice our concerns about an article published two days ago in ‘The Daily Prophet’, concerning the recent Wizengamot trials, and signed with your name.
We believed you referred to us as ‘Deatheaters, liars and cowards’, and we would like to set the record straight. To that end, we invite you to dine with us on Friday evening. A reservation has been made at Le Dragon D'argent, in London, for seven pm.
We appreciate your prompt reply.
Yours,
Lucius Malfoy
Both Rita Skeeter and her quill quivered in delight.
~*~
They were late, Rita noted, trailing one crimson nail around the rim of a cocktail glass. Only by a few minutes, but late. She shifted in her seat. The cocktail was the same vibrant blue as the dress she wore, both specially chosen. Satin clung to her form like liquid, with a neckline that showcased brilliantly the cleavage afforded by Witch Wanda’s WonderWear. Her hair hung in soft ripples, pinned back with a silver clasp. She glanced at her reflection in a spoon and smiled. It had taken time to cultivate, and all of it would go to waste if they didn’t show, but it would make a deliciously self-righteous argument in her next article.
She surveyed the room. It was a wizard restaurant, complete with silencing wards on apparition, and food that appeared on the tables when ordered. The décor was bold and rich - burgundy carpets, mahogany tables with thick, white tablecloths. Fires burned in niches on the walls, both illuminating each circular booth and casting it into shadow.
She lifted her glass, took a sip, blinked, and when she opened her eyes there were wizards seated beside her.
“Rita Skeeter,” Lucius Malfoy spoke with a smile, watching her as she laid her glass down on the table, then taking her hand, lifting it to his lips, and placing a kiss upon it. He was swathed in black, but the cuffs and collar of his robes were embroidered with green, serpentine designs. Beneath them was a silk shirt in the same shade, and his long blonde hair was tied back with a velvet ribbon. “As decadent and dangerous as you were in our school days.” His eyes flicked appreciatively over her attire, then back up to her face.
“You don’t get far in my business by being shy.” She replied, sliding her hand from his and letting nails scrape against his skin.
“Indeed not.” His lips quirked as if to sneer, but he seemed to have decided he’d be charming tonight, so changed the subject quickly. “You know my companion, Severus Snape?” Lucius waved an elegant hand and directed Rita’s attention to the man on her left.
“Only by reputation.” Rita smiled at him, but was not met with one in return.
His robes were basic black, but elegantly cut. He’d tied his hair back also, but with nothing so showy as velvet. When he met her eyes, his expression was unreadable.
“Likewise.” He spoke only two syllables, but his voice was deep and smooth. In one word, he managed to weave several layers of feeling - dislike, malice, intrigue. When she extended her hand, he shook it, but made none of the eloquent gestures Lucius so loved.
Interesting, thought Rita, reclining back against the cushioned seat and lifting her glass from the table again, surveying them both over its rim. Lucius licked a finger and flipped languidly through the wine list. Severus ordered firewhiskey neat with ice.
“Do you have any particular preference for the wine, Ms Skeeter?”
“Please, call me Rita. And feel free to choose; I’m sure your palette is more cultivated than mine.”
Beside her, Severus snorted lightly, and Rita smiled. Lucius Malfoy had been a precocious child, in his first year when she was in her third. He was all charm and no substance - 'new money', her father had sneered derisively - and she suspected not much had changed.
He was quite appealing to the eye, though, and his confidence delicious. For but a moment his face betrayed a line of concern, then the façade was up again, and he was whispering names under his breath as if tasting them.
“I believe you’ve taken a position at Hogwarts, Mr Snape.”
The reporter in her knew there was power in small talk, even if some thought it tiresome. She flicked a glance at him before returning her eyes to the menu.
“Mr Snape was my father,” he responded; “Severus will do adequately. And yes, Dumbledore has made me potions master.”
“That must be tiresome.” She laid a fingernail on the menu at the place she had stopped reading, and glanced up at him from beneath her eyelashes. “I’ve always said I dislike children, and I’m glad I never was one.”
He didn’t acknowledge her joke, merely lifted his glass and swirled the ice in it. “I can’t say I’m too fond of the brats, but it’s better than the alternative.”
A thrill ran through Rita from head to toe. She wished she had her quill. Fired off a question without thinking. “You mean Azkaban?”
His eyes met hers, and their black depths glittered with something that might have been disdain for her lack of subtlety. “Yes, Azkaban, as your quill so often points out, along with the assumption that that is where I should be.”
“I write what sells papers, Severus, not necessarily what I think or believe. Since when is righteousness a Slytherin trait?”
“You may find,” his voice was a dangerous purr, “That one day someone will not be satisfied by that explanation.”
Her eyes twinkled. “I look forward to it.” For a moment she thought she saw a glint of something dark and unspeakable in his eyes, and it sent an entirely different sort of thrill through her.
A waiter came to the table and they ordered their meals. Chicken for Rita, a rare steak for Lucius; seafood for the potions master. Lucius selected the wine, and Rita was amused to note he’d simply picked the most expensive on the menu.
The food was exquisite - succulent chicken breast on a bed of potato. She twirled a bite in thick, creamy sauce, glanced at her two companions.
Lucius sipped the wine, which had turned out to be rather delicious - a lucky guess - before taking to his steak with knife and fork. Rita made a note to mention his taste for blood in her next article.
On her left, Severus carefully cracked open a lobster, then used long, elegant fingers to pull the delicate white flesh from inside the shell. He licked his fingers as he ate, and for a moment she was mesmerised by the sight of them sliding over his lips, wondering what he would do if she took them in hers. Wondered what kind of sounds that voice of his would make as her tongue caressed them. He was only twenty-something, but there was a weight in him, and an eroticism to his movements that spoke of someone beyond his years.
Lucius cleared his throat, and Rita glanced at him. He lifted his glass and pierced Rita with a sly stare. “We asked you hear tonight to clear the air about those malicious lies you’ve been printing in the newspaper. To tell you we’ve never been Deathaters, not really. To show you. What do you believe, on close inspection?”
She was just lifting the fork to her mouth. When she pulled it away, she took a moment longer than normal, drawing silver over crimson lips and watching him watch her.
“I don’t believe there’s anyone in the world who could put Imperius on you.”
He laid the glass down without taking a sip; let his hand fall against the edge of the table, where his silver headed snake cane rested. His fingers caressed it like a lover. “If that’s the case…” His voice was smooth, but something dangerous glinted in those blue eyes like knives, “Shouldn’t you be afraid? Of the things I have done of my own free will? Of the things I could do to you to keep you quiet?”
For a moment, his gaze unsettled her, but she would not be beaten. “Perhaps I like danger,” she murmured with a wicked smile. “Perhaps I’m just waiting for someone ruthless to come and punish me for all the depraved things I’ve written.”
Neither man responded, but she could feel both sets of eyes on her. The air was as thick as honey.
Lucius and Severus declined dessert in favour of coffee. Rita ordered a chocolate banana. By the time it appeared, intentions were written in the air. Rita felt a set of toes slide up her calf.
She speared the banana with her fork, and lifted its tip to her lips. Her tongue flicked out to lick at chocolate and her eyes fluttered closed. Severus’ fingers fisted in the tablecloth.
She parted her lips and slid the banana inside, sucking at the chocolate lightly until it warmed and melted into the corners of her mouth. Licked her lips. She twisted her wrist, turned the banana sideways and trailed her tongue its underside from base to tip. Lucius shifted in his seat, and a moment later she felt warm, smooth fingers against the inside of her knee, teasing at the skin through fishnet stockings. A smile twitched at her lips, and she slid the banana between them again, sliding it in as far as it would go, then pulling it out again, slowly dragging her lips down its shaft.
Fingers crept up her thighs; she spread them under the table. Her free hand fell against the seat beside her, and a moment later Severus’ closed around it, lifted it, and he sucked a finger into his hot mouth.
Lucius’ fingers pushed her panties aside, and a moment later his fingers were on her, right there, oh…
The banana toppled from her fingers onto the plate.
“We need to leave. Now.” Her voice husky with desire.
Lucius smirked in her ear. “I know just the place.” A moment later, she felt the familiar pull of apparition, and the room dissolved around them.
The place they arrived in was as black as pitch. She was on her knees, and there was something soft beneath her. Lucius’ fingers were still there, teasing her but not giving her anything, and she felt herself trying to arch against his touch and hardly noticing the feel of Severus’ hands around her wrists until the words of a spell reached her ears, and something tight lashed about them.
Malfoy pulled away then, and his wand lit, illuminating his face in the blackness. He murmured a charm and her dress was gone. In the light of the wand, everything was clearly visible. Tiny lace bra charmed for maximum cleavage, black panties covering very little of her bare cunt, fishnet stay-ups halfway down her thighs. Severus’ fingers gripped her upper arms.
“You dress like a whore.” He sneered. “It’s about time someone started to treat you like one.”
Malfoy’s eyes glittered. “Ruthless punishment you wanted, wasn’t it?”