The Life and Times of Denebola Black

a/n once again no torture... a little violence but no torture. and lemons abound.

Deni told her two lovers about everything that had happened on her date with Draco from him ordering her food that he knew she wouldn't eat and looking upset when she corrected him to how he didn't want to talk about anything that he didn't bring up. She then proceeded to tell them everything that happened at the chalet.

"You know, Lucius," she finished, "if this were the first or second time I had ever met Draco I would write him off and marry Blaise. But I do know him and he just wasn't acting like himself, even before he got drunk. Tell him that I'll give him one more chance, but if he isn't himself and messes up. that's it. I'll choose Blaise."

"Deni, based on what you just told us, I'm surprised that you haven't already written my son off for Mr. Zabini. You obviously must have some feelings for Draco if you're willing to give him this second chance."

"Well, ever since I found out I'm a pureblood and he and the other Slytherins were told to be nice to me I found that when you're on the right side of him he can be a decent human being. And of course he's dead sexy. Must run in the family." She smirked up at Lucius as she said the last line, only to have him smirk back.


Jucius then took his leave to go back to Malfoy Manor and tell his wife why he was called away from their lovemaking. There was no reason to make up a lie. Besides that he would get caught in it rather quickly, his wife wanted their son to marry Miss Black more than even he did. She hoped that it would keep the girl out of her husband's bed, as well as make a union with an upstanding (if she did say so herself) pureblood family.

When Lucius was gone, it left Deni and the Dark Lord alone. "I think I need to take a shower and clean myself up," she told him as she imagined how horrible she must look after crying so much. She got up and removed her dress then brushed her hair out. As she entered the door to the bathroom she turned around to address her Lord. "Are you just going to sit there watching me, or are you going to join me?"

It was all the prompting he needed; in the blink of an eye he was naked and in the bathroom with her. When he slipped into the shower behind her he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him so that her back was flush with his chest. She turned around to face him and brought her lips to his in a deep kiss. As the kiss deepened he moved one of his hands so that it was splayed flat on the small of her back while the other was reaching over for her shampoo. Never breaking the kiss he poured some of the gooey liquid in his hands and started to lather up her long hair. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers massaged her scalp, sending tingles all through her body.

Once her hair was nice and frothy she leaned back into the stream of water, jutting her breasts into his chest. His hands continued to run through her hair until every bit of shampoo was gone and he repeated his actions with the conditioner. It didn't take long for the entire bathroom to be filled with the sweet smell of apples. When her hair was done he soaped up his hands and gently washed her face, knowing that she had specialized potions and creams, but also that she would not be happy to leave the shower with any caked makeup still attached to her skin.

Soon his soapy hands roamed the rest of her body, removing away any traces of dirt that may have manages to attach unseen to the glorious young body in front of him. The day she came to the Dark had been a winning day for him, but the day she deemed it fit to give in to his advances had been glorious and he had deemed himself lucky since then. His Death Eaters knew that he had a soft spot for her, but it hadn't kept him from crucioing her the one or two times she had displeased him. Right at this moment, the only torture he wanted to give her had to do with his cock pounding into her, but she had had a rough day and he thought that he should pamper her a bit first.

She was now standing so that she was facing away from him, the water landing on and around her clavicle, his hands were kneading her breasts together while his tongue was lazily making its way around the rim of her ear and down her neck to the hollow near her shoulder, where he bit down hard at the same time as impaling her with two of his fingers, his hands having left her breasts for her nether regions; the other was giving the soft skin of her inner thighs a series of small pinches. She moaned deeply as her head was thrown back against his open shoulder.

Her right hand reached behind her and found the silk of his erect penis. She started to stroke it ever so slowly, pulling it forward so the tip hit her back with every stroke. When his fingers started moving faster within her she made sure to keep his rythm. Just before either of them climaxed he couldn't hold himself back any further. He removed his fingers from her and spun her around. Not the smartest move he had ever made since his cock was still in her hand but she had keen reflexes and let go before and damage could be done.

He quickly pushed her against the tiled wall, lifting her legs up so her ankles were clasped behind him as he sunk into her hot core. When he was as deep as he could go he quickly pulled out and pushed back, hitting home. After a few more thrusts in a very non-Dark Lord move, one of his feet slipped and he fell to the hard porcelain on his ass, though her feet broke the fall.

He immediately pulled out of her; how they were still connected neither knew. He got up to check on her feet and ankles to make sure that she was alright. When he found nothing broken, but could see that her ankle was going to be mighty bruised in the morning he went to leave the shower for a potion for her. She stopped him, saying that she would much rather have the bruise than not finish what they had started. So he turned off the water, helped her to her feet before picking her up and brought her to her bed.

He lay her on her back so that her legs were falling off the side of the unusually high bed. She opened them up in a wanton gesture that he was one to appreciate and once again found himself inside her, the erection that he had lost after the fall back with full force. This time he pounded into her until she was screaming his name (My Lord) over and over again, both of them cumming rather quickly after all of the build-up to the moment. When he was spent he lie down next to her on the bed. She moved over to her nightstand and pulled out some oil. When he gave her a questioning look she smiled and turned him over so that he was lying on his stomach. She then proceeded to rub the oil over her hands and gently massage his sore buttocks. When he found himself hard again, they went at it again, even more rough and animalistic than before, though he still never made a sound other than the occasional grunt.

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When Lucius arrived home he found his wife to be less than satisfied, which quite frankly he couldn't blame her for. He had been gone for almost an hour; usually when he was called away so late (despite the fact that even after he had gotten back it was before midnight) it was for no more than fifteen minutes to go over something stupid and mundane. Narcissa had always thought that it was just a test of her husband's loyalty to see him go to his master so often and at all times; never mind that the man was the Minister for Magic and worked the Dark Lord's agenda above all.

"What took so long love?" she asked sweetly though he knew it was a demand not a request that he answer.

"The Dark Lord and myself were claming down Miss Black." At her name, a dark cloud passed over Narciss'a face, but it was gone so quickly that if he weren't expecting it Lucius would have not have noticed anything amiss. "Unfortunately, Draco did not treat her as well as we would have hoped tonight, and the girl was reduced to tears." He had to defuse the 'you left our bed for her' bomb before it could go off, so phrasing was everything. From the look on her face, though, he couldn't tell if it had worked.

"What did he do?" Her voice was cold, yet somehow concern was traceable within it. He had chosen the right words.

"Her words were that he 'was not acting like himself'. Apparently he tried to control every single aspect of the dinner before getting pissed and trying to force himself upon her."

Narcissa's face was now ashen. "He did WHAT?!?! How dare he! That girl is the best match for him, we all know it. How dare he go and blow everything just like that! What was he thinking, oh he wasn't thinking. Just wait until he gets home." She continued with her tirade for a little bit about how stupid her son was and how he didn't get it from her side of the family before Lucius cut her off.

"Cissy, love," he said, smoothing back some of her fine golden hair behind her shoulder, "she said that she will give him one more chance. If he screws up again, she will marry Zabini, but she knows that he was acting erratically and would like to go on a proper date with him."

Her face visibly softened just a tad before she sent her husband to go see their son and try to talk to him. When Lucius arrived at the chalet it was to find the living room in shambles and his son passed out on the couch drooling on himself. He snorted down at the prone figure and gave him a disgusted look before he pulled back his hand and cuffed his grown son on the head, catching his ear and causing him to fall off the couch with the force.

In his even more drunken stupor he groggily opened his eyes and fuzzily looked up. "Wha wuzz tha for?" he asked. Lucius then kicked his son in the stomach, though not hard. Just enough to make the young man wretch up some of the alcohol he had ingested. He then stalked off the his private bathroom in the chalet.

When he came back he poured a vile of green liquid down his son's throat and sat down on a chair near the dying fire. Less than five minutes later Draco was completely sober, had cleaned up his sick and was sitting in a chair opposite his father.

"What happened tonight, Draco?" he asked in the voice that had almost scared his son to wet himself as a small child out of fear.

"Last week I saw you with her. I was so angry. I had never believed you that you were sleeping with her. Maybe deep down, but I didn't want to. Then I saw you. She was following your every command, and treating you like a god. It was obvious that she loved every second of it and I thought that if I tried to act that way she would respond to me better." There was more to say, but he didn't want to put any of it into words. He just wanted to go annd drink some more. His head was hung, though only in part from the shame of how he had treated her. The rest was because he couldn't look his father in the eye after admitting to spying on his tryst with the woman he wanted to marry.

"Draco." When he did not look up, his father repeated his name and when he still refused to look Lucius got out of his seat and roughly grabbed his son's face and forced him to look into his eyes. "Draco, I know you have a brain, and I expect you to use it. Can you think of a single occasion, in public or in private, where I have treated Miss Black with anything other than respect?"

Draco smiled slightly thinking back to when 'Miss Black' was 'that filthy mudblood scum who was only worth the time to kill so that she could not bring any half-blood or lower children into this world'. The smile quickly vanished, though and he answered his father with a meek "No."

"That is right, I haven't. Sometimes what people like in the bedroom is nothing like how they care to be treated in the real world, and you would be good to remember that. Take your mother for example - "

"I'd rather not," Draco cut his father off, slight disgust at the thought of his parents sex life seeping through into his voice. "Besides, I've ruined my chances with her. What's the point."

Lucius rolled his eyes at his son, remembering why his wife was usually the one to have these heart-to-heart talks with him. "The point, Draco, is that you never treat someone of Deni's station with anything but the utmost respect, have I taught you nothing? Right now you sound nothing like the man who was telling me not two weeks ago that she would choose him over all of the others." His words were only having the effect of making his son more distraught. He sighed before he spoke again. "You have not ruined your chances, merely dampered them."

Draco's head shot up, as he had lowered it back down when his father had taken his seat back. "What do you mean? She's willing to forgive me?"

"She never said that, just that she would give you another chance so long as you act like the person she has gotten to know over these past years."

"So she'll go out with me again?"

"Yes, but she has decided that she is going to plan all of the details of your date. It would not surprise me in the least if she were to put you in some rather uncomfortable situations to see your reaction to them."

"Then I will pass her every test, though I refuse to grovel for her. I must keep some dignity to myself. If it were anyone but her..." he let his sentance drift away from him before he could finish saying that he wouldn't even go so far to apologize for his behavior, something that he had every intention of doing for her.

"Son, if there is one witch in this entire country worth grovelling for, it is Deni." And he knew first hand.