Shadows, by Verity

She sits before him, slumped in the chair, a small length of rope binding her (unnecessarily) to its back. Her face is white skin and shadows; her brown eyes dull and empty; a strand of red hair falls limply over one eye.

"Hello, Miss Weasley," he purrs at her. She says nothing, just looks at him with her lifeless eyes.

Petrificus Totalus and Obliviate do wonders for her personality.

"You won't remember this when you wake up, my dear... except in little ways. And perhaps things would have been just the same - who knows? But you will always love your Tom now. And he will find you out, wherever you turn. Won't he?" He crosses the room to where she sits in the hair, tips her chin back with one long, elegant finger, and smiles at her blank face. "Oh yes, my doll, he will. And one day you will see a silky Slytherin tie, worn from years of use and storage - and you will know just what to do with it, won't you?"

And Lucius Malfoy's thin lips curve into a cruel smile.

One day the four of them have been within his grasp - one day is all he's needed. Give me a child at seven, and he is mine.

Give me a woman for seven minutes, and she is mine.

He removes the ropes, murmurs a quick "Stupefy!" Virginia Weasley lies vacant and still in his arms, limp and listless as a rag doll. So he lays her out on the floor, undressing her as he goes.

Petrificus and Stupefy, he thinks later on. It's like fucking a corpse.

Then again, he's never had anything against necrophilia.