The Life and Times of Denebola Black

a/n.... so here we are, the last chapter. there will be a sequel, just not straight away.


The next day when the Dark Lord came to see Deni she was soaking in her tub; it was something she had been doing for most of the day in the constantly warm water as she read a book that was charmed to not be harmed by the water. The most feared and evil man in Britain leaned against the doorframe and gazed at his young lover. "I had a talk with Draco the other day," he told her.

"I know," she responded, not looking up from her book.

"And you did not come to me?"

"I found out yesterday and was then otherwise indisposed. I overheard him talking to his father. He really is quite cocky. I think I'm going to wait a little longer than I had planned to tell him that I chose him."

"So you do choose him over Zabini?"

"Yes," she sighed. "Though while I knew that I was giving up Lucius, I thought that I would still have you," she told him, still looking at her book though no longer reading it. "What did Draco give you as an exchange?"

"His firstborn child."

At this Deni's head snapped up in shock and even a small amount of fear. "What?" she asked in a controlled voice.

"Or, rather, I am to be the godparent of your first born child. And I had the pleasure of taking his virginity." At Deni's raised eyebrow, he continued. "I think he was surprised to find that he wasn't repulsed by another man being inside of him."

"Okay, that's more than enough information, but I guess I did ask for it."

"That you did," he responded, having moved from the doorway to the side of the tub, and was now rubbing her shoulders.

She leaned back into his touch as she moaned before she shook her head and pulled slightly away. "My Lord, can we do this another time? I am still quite sore from my encounter with Lucius yesterday but more importantly I have to be to work in an hour and a half."

He looked down at her and knew that he would agree. After all, if he could only have her once more he wanted it to count.

It was another four days until Deni's next day off, but on the third day she went out to dinner with Blaise, where she told him of her decision, but also asked that he not let on, telling him of how arrogant Draco was being. He wasn't particularly shocked by the decision as he hadn't felt any kind of spark between them either, as much as he wished he had. He was more than willing to let Draco sweat it out, though.

She was about to call a house elf to make dinner when her Mark started to burn. When she apparated to her master she was in his private rooms at his castle. Or, to be more specific, she was in his living room. But instead of its usual decor, it held a small bistro table in the middle of the room with a high backed chair on either side. The table was outfitted with a black cotton cloth, two red place settings, and a red vase holding three black roses. All of the other furniture in the room had vanished, leaving the hardwood to be carpeted in black rose petals, ocassionally mixed in with white and red petals and a couple of long-stemmed fully bloomed black roses. Black, white, and red dripless candles were floating throughout the room, basking it in a soft glow.

When her Lord walked into the room wearing black trousers and a white buttoned down shirt, untucked, the top two buttons opened and the sleeves rolled up, she wondered to herself if Draco really was the way to go; she didn't really was to give up this delectable speciman of a man. When she came to her senses she gave him a small curtsy bringing a smile to his face. He then walked over and dropped his lips to her hand in a gentle kiss before holding out one of the chairs for her. Neither of them had yet to speak as he moved to his own seat. The second he sat each of their plates were filled with their own favorite foods.

Finishing the meal had found him already hard after listening to her gentle moans of content with her food. With a thought he caused the room to fill up with soft classical music and he reached over to her and pulled her up to him and into a close slow dance, pressing himself against her. She tilted her head up to look into his red eyes but instead she found his lips pressed upon hers. She opened her mouth slightly inviting him in but he continued to kiss her closed mouthed with growing intensity until he moved away from her lips and licked his way down her neck to her shoulder blade.

When he pulled away she wimpered from the loss of his warmth, only to have him gather her in his arms and carry her to his bedroom. It was strewn with the same rose petals and all the candles had been lit. After setting her down he lifted his hand in the air and closed his palm as though catching an invisible object causing half of the candles to extinguish themselves, leaving black trails of smoke in the wake of the orange flames.

He then went back to the work of teasing her neck with his mouth before lowering his lips down her clavicle, pushing aside the straps of the slinky pink dress she had been wearing when he summoned her and letting it drop to the floor. When she tried to unbutton the rest of his shirt he held her hands to his chest as he moved his kisses back to her mouth. He placed her hands around his neck and removed her undergarments, his warm hands ghosting over the curves of her breasts and down to her hips, his lips never leaving hers.

She stepped out of her lace knickers as he sat her on the edge of the bed, the satin sheets soft under her bare bottom. He then moved back, just out of her reach and stared into her eyes as he ever so slowly unbuttoned each button of his shirt, leaving it open to reveal his torso as he unrolled each sleeve and finally removing the shirt completely and depositing it on the floor next to him. He then moved onto his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of each hole on one slow move. She tried to move the help him with his pants but found herself stuck in the position he had left her in, the sheets below her becoming increasingly damp as she watched his little strip show.

Teasingly he splayed his hands out on his flat stomach, following the fuzz that started just above his naval down the ridge of his trousers. He sunk three of his fingers from each hand under the fabric and moved them to his hips and back before unbuttoning them and pulling them down to the floor, revealing his lack of undergarments. Having gone barefoot, he was now completely naked and moved closer to the bed and closer to his young lover.

He climbed onto the bed, crawling forward over her as she crawled backwards until her back was against the headboard. He grabbed a hold of her legs and pulled her down onto her back underneath him before leaning down and gently kissing her eyes and working his way down her face until he skipped down to her breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth he lavished it with his tongue and played with it between his teeth, his hands holding her own down at her belly. It seemed forever before he moved onto the other nipple, not letting her touch either him or herself.

When he was finished with her nipples he continued his kisses on down her stomach, moving her hands to her inner thighs as he spread them open. Releasing her hands and holding her hips firmly to the bed he brought his face to her pussy breathing in her scent. The moment his tongue touched the inside of her folds she gasped and threaded her fingers into his hair. His tongue found its way into her canal, curling and uncurling itself inside of her, eliciting erotic moans from deep within her chest. Every now and again he would move to her clitoris, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth and teasing with his teeth. Soon enough she was cumming around his tongue.

He let her juices flow around him as he pulled away, marking her where her hip met her stomach. Reaching her mouth again, her kissed her firmly as his throbbing erection entered her slick channel. She moaned into his mouth and he started to move oh so slowly. She tried to get him to go faster by digging the heels of the sandals that were still attached to her feet into his backside but he wandlessy and wordlessly removed them and set them down next to her dress.

He continued on that way, driving her mad and bringing them both close to orgasm so many times she had lost count before he would pull back and kiss her thoroughly before easing into her again. When they finally had their release moments apart from one another almost three hours later they were each so spent that they fell into a deep dreamless sleep that lasted throughout the night.

A week had passed since her final encounter with the Dark Lord and she had been out once more with each Blaise and Draco. Now that there wasn't any pressure with regards to Blaise they had even more fun just hanging out than they had on their real dates. Her time with Draco, however, was rather intimate (but not sexual). Neither had had anything planned to specifically do and so they had ended up sitting together on an oversized chair in her den in front of the fire with the radio playing softly in the background with him sittting on one side and her on the other, her legs sprawled out over his and his hands resting on her lower thigh. They spent the night away talking and getting to know each other's souls and eventually she fell asleep with her head on his chest just below his shoulder. When she had woken up the next morning she was in her bed with a note on the pillow next to her.

Now they were at a wizarding jazz club spinning around the dance floor. When the song ended he pulled her close and placed a chaste kiss on her lips before escorting her back to their table; the best in the house, it was furnished with a red damask tablecloth and adorned with a low vase of dasies and two white dripping candles, their chairs side-by-side rather than across from one another. Shortly after they sat back down their meal arrived.

They talked idly as they ate and soon their food was gone, the plates vanished. Draco pulled out his wand and muttered an incantation under his breath, turning the dasies in the center of the table into two dozen perfect red roses, still moist with dew. Almost as though this were a sign the band started to play Deni's favorite jazz tune; it was low and sultry and the second the first note was played her eyes closed and she started swaying softly in her seat, a smile playing across her lips.

She was brought back to reality by the feeling of Draco's warm sweet breath on her cheek. "May I have to dance, Miss Black?"

"Yes, you may, Mister Malfoy," she responded, dantily placing her hand into his.

He brought her back to the dancefloor where he pulled her almost flush with him, holding one of her hands in his, with his remaining hand in the center of her back keeping her near him. Her remaining hand was brought up over his shoulder so her fingers could play with a lock of his hair at the nape of his neck. When he leaned in and kissed her forehead she rested her head on his shoulder opposite of her arm, all the while wishing that the moment would never end.

When the song was about four fifths of the way through, Draco pulled away a bit and dropped down to one knee in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by other dancing couples. He reached into his robes and pulled out a box. When he opened the box up it was to show the ring that his great grandfather Black gave to his great grandmother when they got engaged. It had a thin band made of goblin-wrought silver, the white diamond square-cut stone large but not gaudy. Under the candlelight of the room it seemed to glitter and glint with yellows and oranges that were mesmerising.

The other couples on the dance floor noticed Draco Malfoy, son of the Minister of Magic, on his knee and stopped dancing to watch the proceedings. When he had knealt down Deni was in pure shock. Yes, she had already chosen him but she did not think that he knew that yet, so he was going on blind faith that she was going to say yes. She toyed with the idea of saying no, but then he spoke.

"Deni, we have known each other for half of our lives. While for much of that time we did not get along, we still held each other in our hearts, whether it was for hate or any other reason, there has always been strong feelings between the two of us. I'm not going to start off by lying to you and say that I love you, but I could love you. Very easily, in fact, if you'll let me and that is not something I ever expected for my life. You are my equal in so many ways. You are smart, and caring. There is nothing that would make me happier than to have children with you, than to grow old with you, always pushing each other to be better than we would be for just ourselves. I want a life, my life, to be with you, and only you, for the rest of time. Lady Denebola Claire Crouch Black, will you do the honour of becoming my wife?"

"Yes, Draco Lucius Malfoy, I will marry you." With that he slipped the ring onto her finger and stood up, catching her in his arms and spinning her around, catching her lips in a searing kiss as the onlookers clapped for them.