Sequel to Black to Malfoy. Was originally a oneshot but wanted to add more to it. It's now a short story. In this Lucius and Narcissa are the same age.
Disclaimer: I'm not claiming to own anything Harry Potter related, The characters, the world and the concept belongs to J K Rowling, I'm just a huge fan using my imagination. Not to publish or plagiarise someone else's work. Some characters have been written in as family members of characters mentioned in Miss Rowling's series. Rated M.
1979
A clock chimed 7pm. Lucius yawned and stretched, leaning back on his chair. It had been a long day at the ministry. Lucius had found that leading a double life could be quite exhausting from time to time. Most nights he did the Dark Lord's bidding. During the day he sat in his comfortable office at the ministry, proposing new ideas to the minister for magic.
"Still here Lucius?" asked a soft voice.
He looked towards the open door to his office, in the doorway stood his ex girlfriend from his school days, Penelope Zabini or Penelope Parkinson as she was now known, having gotten married since they had left Hogwarts. Lucius too had married, right before they had graduated, to the woman he had desired since their fifth year.
"Narcissa is meeting me shortly," He explained.
Penelope nodded and stepped into his office. Lucius knew that her intentions were more than just inquiring about why he was still at the office quite late.
"Does she usually keep you waiting?" She asked closing the door behind her.
"Not often," Lucius answered truthfully.
Penelope came face to face to him, mere inches away. Her breath hot on his face.
"Do you get lonely when she keeps you waiting?" She purred, her hands running up and down his chest.
He moved backwards. He knew that her intentions meant breaking their marriage vows, he always vowed to be faithful to Narcissa. He loved her too much to hurt her by sleeping with anyone, let alone an ex girlfriend. Penelope had never accepted that he had fallen in love with Narcissa. Lucius had a reputation at school as a womaniser, but had fallen for the beautiful yet untouchable Narcissa Black. There was always something about Narcissa, her cold exterior that she used for inferior beings, but he had melted away the dislike that she held for him. She had fallen in love with him, she changed him. He made her want to be a better person.
"Penny, I'm married." He said pushing her lightly away from him.
Penelope smirked and moved back towards him, moving her hands down his body, stopping at his belt buckle. She moved her head towards his ear.
"So am I, it doesn't mean that I'm not up for a little fun," She hissed.
Lucius shoved her away.
"Happily married," He affirmed.
Penelope looked at him, a look of disbelief on her face. She tucked a strand of her muddy brown hair behind her ear.
"You can lie to yourself Lucius, You two have been married since we were eighteen. Six years of marriage and the last I heard it was three miscarriages wasn't it? That Black harlot still hasn't provided you with an heir," She hissed.
Lucius said nothing but stared at the door behind Penelope, hoping that Narcissa wouldn't be much longer, if she turned up now, Penelope would get what she deserved. Narcissa had always hated Penelope and vice versa. There was some truth in what Penelope had said. Narcissa had suffered three miscarriages since they had married. That had put a little strain on their marriage. Lucius didn't want to bring up the subject of children anymore, he didn't want his wife to feel pressured into giving him an heir. As desperate as he was for a son, he loved Narcissa more.