Sweeter Than Heaven and Hotter Than Hell

A fanfiction collaboration with RileyPotter17 and VenusInHerHair

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A/N VenusInHerHair: Hi everyone! I am so so excited to be collaborating with rileypotter17 on our first story together, especially as it features both of our OCs, Lacey Delaney and Virginia Renwick (from my story "Love Is A Ruthless Game"). This is the first time I've written with another author, so I'm thrilled and can't wait to see where it ends up! I hope you all enjoy reading about the luscious Lucius, Virginia and Lacey, and we would both love to hear your thoughts and comments in the review section ^.^ x

A/N RileyPotter17: Hey guys, since this is kind of spin-off fan-fiction, make sure to check out both of our OC/Lucius stories (How to Be a Heartbreaker and Love is a Ruthless Game) but I do hope you enjoy how the wonderfully gorgeous Mr. Malfoy deals with having two very different women as mistresses! VenusInHerHair is an extraordinary writer and I am beyond excited to collaborate with her on this story! We would love reviews, so stop by and tell us what you think!

Prologue

Northern France, 2002

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a recently divorced man, in possession of a considerable fortune, must be in want of a new lover. And so it was with Lucius Malfoy, who, having recently divorced Narcissa, had taken himself over to his villa in Northern France to escape the infuriating media attention he had started to receive due to his ex-wife's perpetual whining to her friends at the Daily Prophet.

He had bought the villa, an extravagant stone building set on an expanse of vineyards, before the War, planning to sell it on for profit, but a young Draco had fallen in love with the place in his youth, and Lucius had never got round to selling it - which, he mused now, was lucky. It was the perfect escape from Wiltshire, secluded and peaceful and surrounded by Muggle farms (although at a significant, comfortable distance).

In fact, the only Wizarding family within the area made up part of the attractiveness of the place, for Lucius had become aware of the fact that Charles Renwick, the patriarch of the ancient, Pure-Blood family, was also at that time staying in his French home with his French wife and their daughter, as the girl had only recently graduated from Beauxbatons, and was not quite ready to move back to England with her parents yet.

Lucius, ever the entrepreneur, hoped to make good use of his time in France, and of the connections he knew the Renwicks to have, and cultivate some sort of business-alliance with Charles. And, if the rumours of his daughter's beauty were true, maybe even have something to do with the young Renwick at the same time. The thrill of the chase was always appealing to Lucius, and to seduce a young Beauxbaton right under her parents' noses would certainly keep Lucius entertained until he deemed it 'safe' to return to Malfoy Manor.

It didn't take long for the invitation to arrive. Lucius had only just been served his breakfast on his second day in the villa when his house-elf, Lexi, scurried in with a roll of parchment. Lucius opened it leisurely, recognizing the coat of arms of the Renwick family, and smirked as he read the sycophantic invitation, penned not by Charles, as he had been expecting, but by Antoinette, his wife, and by all accounts a somewhat awful woman, whom Lucius only hoped her daughter did not take after.

In the letter, she spoke of how she'd come to hear of his arrival in France with great excitement, and how it would be a great pleasure to Mr Renwick and herself if Lucius would dine with them that evening, only, of course, if he could find the time. Lucius shook his head in amazement - it seemed everything would fall into place perfectly.

He arrived at the Renwick's Mansion that evening, politely on time. It was almost as luxurious as his own villa, set back from a picturesque lake, and built of white brick with a slated roof of grey. The double doors opened wide as he strode up the driveway, and he caught his first glimpse of Madam Antoinette Renwick, a tall women with dark hair piled high on her head, wearing a dark green dress which gave her the impression of one trying far too hard to impress.

She smiled broadly at Lucius as he climbed the few steps, her eyes crinkling as she took him in, and Lucius easily spotted the avarice behind the fake warmth.

"Mr Malfoy!" She held out her arm expectantly, and Lucius bent to kiss the back of her hand in a fluid and practiced motion, which left her with a flushed glow on her cheeks. Thankfully the two weren't too long alone, as Charles Renwick emerged from an inner room, straightening his robes, and held out his hand to shake Lucius' firmly. This man, at least, bore a genuinely pleasant smile, and managed not to blush when Lucius thanked the couple for their hospitality so soon after his arrival, and complimented their home.

"We're only happy you could come here, Lucius," Charles told him, leading him through the light, cream-walled entrance way to an airy reception room which looked on to the extensive green gardens. "What a happy coincidence that we're both here at the same time."

"Ah yes," Lucius replied calmly, faking a lack of knowledge; "Am I right in thinking that your daughter has recently left Beauxbatons?"

"She has, she has!" Antoinette cut in, her sharp French accent an assault on both men's ears. "You vill meet her, Lucius, if you vould like? Virginia is very beautiful and-"

"Antoinette!" Charles sounded appalled at his wife, but Lucius smiled as benignantly as he could manage to hide a smirk. He may not need to court the Renwick's daughter in secret at all.

"It would be my pleasure to meet your daughter, Antoinette," he told her, and she flushed once again at his words, rising swiftly to her feet and heading to the door, explaining as she went that she would return shortly, daughter in tow.

Charles offered Lucius a apologetic grimace as his wife swept from the room, and poured him a glass of his finest brandy before dinner, as Lucius chose to pass the time by broaching the subject of the property market in France at that time.

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"Virginia!" Antoinette practically shrieked the minute she'd climbed the stairs to her daughter's bedroom, throwing open the door to reveal a reluctant looking Virginia, who was slipping a bookmark into the novel she'd clearly been reading. How Virginia had hoped that Mr Malfoy would be uninterested in meeting her.

"What are you vearing?!" Antoinette's eyebrows shot up to her hairline as she took in her daughter's disastrous appearance, wearing, as she was, an oversized v-neck jumper, the shade of blue a close match to that of the Beauxbatons uniform, and, even more horrific in her mother's eyes, denim jeans.

"I wasn't expecting to entertain this evening, Maman," she answered, her voice distinctly disappointed at having been disturbed, although as much as she'd denied it, it had been pretty much inevitable with her mother involved.

Antoinette had shut the door behind her with an impatient flick of her wand, and was now raiding Virginia's wardrobe. After a few seconds she spun on her heel and thrust a mid-length tea dress at her daughter, a pretty garment of a light green floral print. "Put zis on!" she commanded harshly, and with another hasty flick of her wand Virginia's offending jeans and jumper were gone.

"Maman!" Virginia cried, supremely irritated, and pulled the dress over her head quickly, just to cover herself. Antoinette was upon her at once, pulling the elastic from her hair and running less than gentle fingers through it before performing one of her perfected charms to leave it attractively tousled and falling over her shoulders.

Next she summoned a pair of cream kitten heels, which Virginia slipped her feet into before her mother could say another word, and with a final pinch to her cheeks to put some colour into them, Antoinette declared that her daughter was 'good enough'.

Virginia sighed, resigned to another tedious evening, as she followed her mother down the spiral staircase. Since she had left Beauxbatons she had been put through countless society evenings, all a ploy by her mother to introduce her properly to the 'right families' in France before she was put through the same ordeal on the Renwick's return to England.

She knew that her mother had been particularly excited about their guest this evening, some Lucius Malfoy, of whom she'd never heard before this morning. According to her mother, he was a wealthy, powerful British wizard, who had recently divorced his wife, causing scandal in England, and come to France for some space. Exactly why Antoinette was so eager to meet him, and for her to meet him, she had little comprehension. Of course, her mother had been putting her in the way of a good number of eligible bachelors as of late, but surely a middle-aged, British divorcee did not fall into this category? Surely not.

"Smile, Poussin!" her mother snapped, her voice lower as they approached the reception room. A house-elf opened the door for them as they approached, and Virginia took a deep breath, steeling herself for the boredom to come.

As they entered, both men stood up in greeting, as was the custom of the aristocratic families. Virginia saw only her father first, as their guest was hidden behind the door. When it gently swung shut, her breath caught in her throat. She blinked twice in quick succession, as Lucius Malfoy stepped towards her, and gently took her hand, bringing it to his lips, his intense grey eyes boring into her.

She could now understand her mother's extreme excitement over this man. "A pleasure, Virginia," he said lowly, his voice velvet. A small shiver ran down her spine at the way his voice caressed her name, and she suddenly felt far more self-conscious. She was rarely addressed as Virginia like that, more often than not Mademoiselle, and to be greeted in such a manner felt strangely intimate.

"I am very pleased to meet you, Mr Malfoy," she replied, her English perfect, and he released her hand, but not after holding onto it for a beat too long. Her heart felt as if it had become lodged in her mouth, the way he was looking at her, even as her father invited him into the Dining Room - he looked at her as if she was the woman he coveted above any other. She forced herself to breath evenly as he gestured gentlemanly for her to walk in front of him through to dinner.

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All through the meal that evening Virginia struggled to maintain some form of composure. Lucius kept up intelligent conversation with her parents, discussing the decline of the French Ministry with her father, and speaking easily of French Wizarding High Society with her mother. Virginia did not go ignored, however. Whenever there was a pause in conversation, or a course of the meal was being cleared from the table, Lucius bestowed upon Virginia such sinful looks that she was sure she was flushed from her very hairline down to her toes by the time the cheese course was laid before them. He looked at her, not as if she was the daughter of his peer and young enough to be his daughter, but as if she were a Veela, a Siren, of unbelievable beauty and altogether remarkable. His looks conveyed the apparent desire of a man who would rather strip her of her dress and ravish her on the table than discuss the economic climate of Northern France.

The dinner passed for Lucius in a tide of intellectual conversation hiding carnal desires. It had been too long since he had had the pleasure of sitting across the table from a woman such as Virginia, a woman very much available to him. And, if the tell-tale flush adorning her pale neck and chest was anything to go by, a woman who would, without too much encouragement, be more than willing. The fact that she was so young, and presumably more or less untouched, only increased Lucius' desires further and further. He admired everything about her looks, which happened by chance to be altogether dissimilar from Narcissa's. She had pretty, grey, almond-shaped eyes, which regarded him in obvious approval, set in a heart-shaped face with a soft, chiseled jaw line and small chin. Her hair, chocolate in colour, framed her face and skimmed the tops of her breasts, which were modestly yet enticingly visible in her figure-hugging dress, tight enough to show she was very much a woman, but loose enough to show she was a lady.

What was more, and even more appealing to Lucius given his recent divorce, was her mild-temperament. She engaged politely and intelligently in conversation when spoken to, but was pleasingly without the impertinence which Narcissa had acquired in their final months together. She was quick to smile, and clearly had a fondness for her father which was reciprocated with paternal affection, (if not so much for her mother), but she was not one of the silly breed of Beauxbatons girls Lucius had come across in his time, and carried herself with dignity and grace, even in the state Lucius' sinful gazes were putting her in.

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"May I tempt you to scotch in my study, Lucius?" Charles Renwick enquired amicably at the end of the meal, as the four rose in unison.

"Or perhaps," Antoinette cut in before he could answer, "Lucius would care for a stroll in ze grounds? Ze lake is very lovely this time of year..."

Lucius smiled indulgently at Virginia's mother, and nodded in agreement. "I would very much like to see your land, so long as I won't be a burden to whomever has the duty of accompanying me." His charming smile worked wonders on Antoinette, whose wide smile revealed practically all of her teeth in her excitement.

"Virginia will take you!" she replied, barely leaving two second's silence when Lucius finished his sentence. All eyes now turned to Virginia, who was watching Lucius in an increasingly flustered state. Her mouth opened, and she nodded as the words processed in her hazy mind.

"Yes, of course. It will be no burden, Sir." Lucius' eyes darkened at being addressed as such, and he murmured his thanks embarrassingly gruffly.

They made their way to the back of the house and, leaving the elder Renwicks in the library, Virginia led Lucius out of the French doors of the Orangery and into the cool evening. The air was still humid from the heat of the day, but there was a cool breeze the closer the pair got to the lake, which Virginia was eternally grateful for.

They walked in comfortable silence for a few paces, before Lucius slipped his arm gently yet firmly around Virginia's waist, drawing her nearer to him. She swallowed but consciously tried to relax. It was not easy, given his proximity.

"May I assume," he asked, when they had paused to look out over the lake, "That a beautiful young witch like yourself is not without her suitors?"

Virginia flushed, and bit her bottom lip endearingly as she tilted her head to look up at him. She found dark eyes boring back into hers, and she shivered under Lucius' intense and obvious admiration. His age no longer mattered, his past irrelevant. She forgot even herself as he leant his head down, his lips so close to hers that they would have surely touched had she moved even an inch. His nose brushed against hers, and she shut her eyes, her heart pounding erratically.

"I am wholly unattached, Mr Malfoy," she answered breathily, and felt Lucius' smirk.

"Do you plan to keep it that way?" he asked her, his tone lascivious. Her breath quickened.

"That depends..." she replied softly, and in a beat Lucius' lips were touching hers, pressing down on her insistently yet somehow tenderly. The arm which wasn't around her waist cradled the back of her neck as he turned fluidly to face her head-on, never breaking the kiss. The heat between them was undeniable, fueled by the way that the apparently innocent young woman insisted upon pushing herself closer and closer to Lucius, almost subconsciously, which made it difficult for him to keep the air of control he was so used to, as he felt desire, hot and needy, curse through his veins.

"Come to me tonight," he commanded, breaking the kiss and looking down at her, his hands running up to the sides of her face to force her gaze right back at him. She blinked up at him, her lips slightly swollen already, her pupils black with desire.

"I shouldn't..." she said, sounding doubtful even in her modesty.

"You don't want to?" Lucius asked, eyebrow raised, knowing full well that she did.

"That's not it-"

"Then come to me."

"I-"

He silenced her with another fervent kiss, grasping a handful of her hair to tilt her head back, eliciting a moan of defeat from the girl. He pulled back abruptly, leaving her wanting. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he looked on from half a meter away with some amusement, noting his effect on her.

"We'll go back to the house, and I'll bid your parents goodnight," he told her certainly, as if it were the obvious course of the future. "You have a Floo system in your house?" She nodded, flustered. "I will send for you tonight." Virginia's throat suddenly felt very dry, but as much as she knew she ought to deny him this, she could not. She wanted this, perhaps as much as he did.

He held out his arm, and she took it. "Good girl," he murmured, and with those two words, in Virginia's eyes at least, her fate was sealed.

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