A Random Ficcy o' Mine by Sera
Disclaimer: Very loosely based on a story by Dick Francis (if it were any looser it would drop off) And, of course, all things Potter belong to JK Rowling.
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Lucius Malfoy was enjoying himself. He was at a club on the outskirts of London, in a small district similar to Diagon Alley, purely filled with places to hang out. After owling Narcissa to say he was working outstation and wouldn't be back until the following evening, he Apparated just outside the entrance to what was commonly called "Passion Alley". After tapping the secret code (which is so secret that even I don't know it) on the graffiti-covered bricks, a small portal swung open and he stepped through.
He selected one of his favourite clubs, The Social, and immediately set about shaking his bon-bon. (If Draco could have seen his father, he would probably have died of embarrassment on the spot, but luckily for both of them, he wasn't.) Within minutes he'd collected a small gaggle of women, admiring his physique. The boldest of them sidled up to him and rubbed her hips against his, while her friends scattered.
She was gorgeous, he thought, looking her over. Ash-blonde hair cascaded down her back and framed her oval face. Her green eyes twinkled at him. His gaze dropped down to her chest (not bad, he thought) and her curving figure. Her long, slim legs were easily visible, as her strapless red-and-black dress ended well above her knees.
"How are you, handsome?" she purred at him, batting her eyes coyly. "Care to dance?"
In answer, he put an arm around her waist as they swayed sensously to the music. "What's your name?" he asked.
"I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours," she murmured.
"Lucius Malfoy," he said, enchanted. She was hot!
"Rhiannon," was her reply. They danced for another hour and a half, exchanging pleasantries (she was twenty-four, he lied through his teeth and said that he was twenty-seven) before she said, "I'm sorry, I have to go."
Lucius pouted sexily, "I was just getting to know you." Then, as if he hadn't been thinking of it since he saw her, he said, "I'll walk you home."
"How kind," she smiled.
They walked in silence. At the door to her apartment, she pushed her skirt up and removed a key from a pocket on the inside of the dress. Lucius all but panted with lust.
With one foot in the door, she turned and said to him, "Do you have to be anywhere tonight?"
"No," he said, grasping at straws.
"Wanna fuck?"
Well, he'd had many women since he'd married Narcissa; Rhiannon wouldn't be the last, either… but he'd never heard such an open invitation. Before he could reply, she'd pulled him into the smallish flat, thrown him down onto the bed, and was kissing him with such passion that he moaned aloud.
The door swung shut, but not quickly enough to prevent anyone on the outside from hearing a deep gasp as Rhiannon pulled down Lucius' pants and… well, never mind.
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In the morning, Rhiannon kissed Lucius softly on the lips and said, "So, you're a Death Eater, huh?"
He started to say, "How do you know?" when he caught sight of the Dark Mark, clearly visible on his arm. "Well, yes," he conceded.
She grinned impishly. "I like that in a man. How do I sign up?"
He was taken aback. "You want to… what?"
"I want to join the Dark Lord. A seer told me that there would be a great battle between the forces of Light and Evil. I want to be on the winning side."
He was about to protest, but she stopped him. "I'll do anything for you if you get me initiated. How's that for a deal?" she continued, climbing on top of him. He didn't get a chance to reply, though, as she pressed herself against him and kissed him.
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Less than twenty-four hours later, Rhiannon knelt before Voldemort, surrounded by his circle of Death Eaters, promising to serve him faithfully until death. He said, "That you will, girl. We'd better hurry. I've heard the Ministry of Magic is on our trail. They have put one of their best men, the Auror named Whittaker, on our scent. We must be done with it and move to a new location."
"Yes, Master," said Rhiannon.
"Now we brand you," intoned Voldemort, raising his wand. She obediently held out her arm.
At that moment there was a great flash of light. All the people in the room, except Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort and Rhiannon were stunned. A great clamour of voices could be heard. As Voldemort threw up his arms to shield himself, Albus Dumbledore strode through the mess and imprisoned him in a cage of light. Mad-Eye Moody grinned cruelly as he did the same to Lucius Malfoy.
Rhiannon slowly stood up, straight and stately. Lucius thought, it was hard on the girl, being caught before she was even properly initiated. He was therefore surprised when Moody stepped up to her and patted her proudly on the back.
She smiled at this, while Dumbledore shook her hand. Lucius was baffled. What the hell was going on? She turned to face him, and casually blew him a kiss. This made him even more confused. What the fuck was happening??
Moody glared at Voldemort, raging helplessly in the cage. "Got you at last, you scumbag," he said, glaring with his one good eye. Then, just as abruptly, he turned back to the woman with ash-blonde hair and clear green eyes.
All he said was, "Well done, Rhiannon Whittaker."