I don't quite know what happened here but I'm suffering from block again on PWSS and plot bunnies struck, obviously! Bit of insight into what happened pre-Bellamort. I guess this is the first of the PWSS one shots! I hope you like it!

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Lucius headed to the back of the bar with the bottle, expecting to find Voldemort there. Sure enough he was, surrounded by people. Confidently, Lucius approached the table and slammed the bottle down. Voldemort smirked up at him. "Come and sit," he said, beckoning to the space next to him. Lucius loved that there was always a space reserved for him, but then Voldemort did always like to keep his best supporters closest.

"Is this for me, Malfoy?" Evan Rosier asked from Voldemort's other side, grinning as he poured himself some of the firewhiskey.

"Is he drunk already?" Lucius asked Voldemort softly as he sat down.

Voldemort smiled. "When is he not?" he answered, picking up the bottle and pouring large measures for each of them before passing it round to Selwyn. "Any news?"

Lucius shook his head, noticing a couple of people craning their heads to get closer and hear what was being said. "Not today, no," he responded. "My father had a private meeting, though." He bent his head closer to whisper. "I could do this far better without him getting in the way."

Voldemort nodded slowly, his expression serious for a moment. "I know, you're very good at it," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "You know he'll want to retire soon," he responded, turning his back to block the others out of the conversation. "As soon as you are married, he will want to retire."

Lucius scowled slightly, shaking his head. "I don't want to get married," he said, frowning.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes at Lucius, who suddenly felt a bit nervous. "Yes you do," he said, his voice firm. "An allegiance with the Black's is exactly what we need." He tilted his head, looking at Evan. "Your cousin is attractive enough, isn't she?"

Evan was nodding. "Yes, she's lovely to look at," he said. "She gives as good as she gets, as well. I would introduce you, but I think she's a bit young for you…" Evan grinned cheekily. Lucius half expected Voldemort to kill him instantly but he just laughed.

"You're talking about Bellatrix," Lucius replied coolly. "I am betrothed to Narcissa."

Evan pulled a face. "Oh. She is attractive but..."

"I know what she looks like," Lucius snapped back. "I've spent enough years at school with her."

Voldemort chuckled, turning back around to include the others. "No need for misery tonight, Lucius," he said, gesturing to some girls that had now entered the bar and were looking over at them. Lucius picked up his drink, surveying them over it. He wasn't sure he liked the look of any of them, but Voldemort apparently did and Evan liked anything that wore a skirt. The Dark Lord beckoned to one of them with one long finger. The girl, around twenty, was the shortest out of them all, but decked in very high heels. She had long and curly light brown hair and was well dressed in a short golden dress that complimented her golden skin.

He glanced back to the Dark Lord and noticed a tinge of red in his eyes, before heading over to the bar to get another bottle for everyone. The remaining girls giggled as he walked past, it was very obvious who he was because of his trademark long blond hair. Usually he used this to his advantage with them, but tonight he wasn't bothered. Thought of marriage had upset his balance; he was enjoying this new life of a bachelor out with the Dark Lord. When he had a bottle of firewhiskey in each hand, he returned to the table, filling every glass he could see. He reclined in the seat, watching Voldemort and the young woman converse across the table. She was making no moves to sit next to him, in fact she appeared to know exactly who he was and seemed to be up for a chase.

"But you are dressed as a Gryffindor," Voldemort was saying, his eyebrows raised mockingly. Evan and some of the others laughed at this comment.

The girl merely smirked back at him. "I am," she said, nodding. "But I think you like what you see."

Voldemort laughed again. "I would prefer to make my judgement when I have seen you without your little Gryffindor dress," he said, staring at her.

"You'll have to come and see," she said, her voice slightly coy. "I am here with my friends tonight."

"Young ladies such as yourselves do not come to a place like this ordinarily," Voldemort replied, looking her up and down again. "Which leads me to believe you are here for something other than your friends."

The girl smirked at him again. "I have no idea what you mean," she replied.

Lucius snorted quietly, drinking his drink. As if. These girls knew exactly what they were doing.

"You're forgetting that I am the Dark Lord, my dear," Voldemort said, his voice changing to a slightly louder one. "And that I can see every little thought in that brain of yours."

That wiped the smirk off her face. She gasped, staring at him. "You – You can do that?" she asked, stepping back slightly.

Evan burst out laughing.

Voldemort smiled at her. "I can," he said, his voice indifferent. "I invited you over here because I can see that your friends have other ideas." He tilted his head towards Lucius, who rolled his eyes. He was used to gold diggers, but it did irritate him sometimes. "But you have some ambition beyond marrying a man for his money, and I like that."

"I would join you," she said, after a moment. She was met by more laughter. Voldemort tilted his head to look at Lucius who was also laughing at the notion of this. She looked irritated. Then Lucius noticed Voldemort's wand in his hand and smirked. He loved it when young women tried to join them; it was always such a sport. Quickly, Voldemort raised his wand and the spell hit her cleanly. It turned her dress silver. She gasped, stepping back from them before realising what he had done.

"I am not sure you have the… ah… " He paused, looking around at his followers who were still laughing. "Speed in defence that we require."

"Turn my dress back to how it was," she said, frowning at him.

"Do you want to fuck me or not?" Voldemort asked, his voice slightly cold. "I will not spend my evening with a woman who insists upon wearing Gryffindor colours before me, as a way to rile me." He leant forwards, tapping his fingers on the table, staring intently at her. Then his face changed into a smile, as if it had all been a joke. Lucius caught Evan's eye, trying not to laugh. They both knew that it definitely had not been a joke. The Dark Lord was very particular. "Come and sit," he said, beckoning her again. Evan stood, allowing her room, before heading over to the girls at the bar. They looked interested in him as well; Evan had the Rosier's good looks.

Voldemort poured himself another drink. "Ever had firewhiskey?" he asked the girl, holding his drink up.

"No," she replied, slightly nervous now. He put his arm around her, drawing her closer, before holding his glass up to her and feeding her some of it. She coughed slightly as it burnt her throat. The others laughed, but Voldemort didn't. He held the glass up to her again, tipping it up. She had no choice but to open her mouth and drink it, otherwise it would have spilt down her chin.

"What do you think?" he asked, before downing the glass in one and slamming it down on the table.

"I hate it," she said, shaking her head and pulling a face.

"Well, go and get yourself something you do like," Voldemort said shortly. "Put it on my tab. Bring another bottle of whiskey." Lucius watched as she walked away, apparently slightly nervous still. "Merlin, I need a woman who can keep up with me," he murmured to Lucius. "A woman that can tolerate a proper drink, isn't stupid and knows not to order me about. I'll marry her as soon as I find her, because that will be perfection."

Lucius chuckled. "And a pureblood."

Voldemort sighed lightly. "I'm asking for the impossible."

"You don't want to get married, my Lord," Lucius said after a moment.

Voldemort looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. Lucius wondered if he'd said too much. "If the right woman turns up I would," he said softly. "One day I am sure I shall require a son."

Lucius shook his head. "I don't think Narcissa Black will be able to drink firewhiskey so you can't have her."

Voldemort laughed. "I've never met the Black girls," he said, thoughtfully. "I think that awful mother of theirs locks them away when I go around to their house."

"I could imagine her keeping them permanently locked away," Lucius muttered. "She is pretty," he said, after a moment. "Narcissa, I mean."

Voldemort looked back at him. "So you don't mind that you've ended up with the middle Black?"

"I thank Merlin I have," Lucius replied quickly. "The youngest girl is awful, she seems to like Mudbloods."

"And the eldest?" Voldemort asked. "Bellatrix, isn't it?"

Lucius scowled. "Spoiled brat. Thinks she's something special. "

Voldemort watched as the girl in the now silver dress headed back over with a glass of rose wine. "I've heard she's beautiful," he said softly.

"And she knows it," Lucius responded darkly, going back to his drink.

"Now I'd hardly call this pink grape juice a proper drink," Voldemort said, opening the new bottle of firewhiskey.

"It tastes nice," the girl said, smiling slightly. Voldemort shook his head and poured a glug of whiskey into her drink. She looked slightly irritated again and was about to put it down when he grabbed her wrist.

"You will drink it," he said, his voice cool again. "I bought you that. Don't be rude."

Lucius could sense the fear coming from the young woman, but he had learned very quickly that Voldemort seemed to like that. It was interesting to watch, really. As if cursed, the young woman took a sip of the wine. "I can hardly taste it," she said, and Lucius could see she was lying. She glanced up to the Dark Lord. "Thank you for the drink."

"You're welcome," Voldemort replied, smiling warmly at her.

"It seems your friends are leaving," Lucius said, noticing the girls leaving. Evan was waving cheerily at them as he left too, one of them already holding onto him.

"How rude of them not to say goodbye to you," Voldemort said, his tone slightly mocking.

"They are probably just jealous that I am sat here with the Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

Voldemort chuckled, putting one arm around her and drawing her closer. "And several of my best Death Eaters," he responded. "Perhaps they are wise to leave."

The girl cocked her head. "Or boring," she said lightly.

Lucius laughed coldly. "Definitely wise."

"I don't see you with anyone," she retorted.

It was Voldemort's turn to laugh. "Lucius is feeling rather disheartened tonight, aren't you, Lucius?" he asked, still laughing at Lucius scowled. "He is to be married, you see, and that is a distressing thought."

Lucius shook his head. "Do not tell everyone," he said coolly, knowing that was probably the limit of what he could say in defence of himself.

Voldemort continued to laugh. "If you chose it, marriage could be in name only." Lucius noticed Voldemort's fingers creeping up below her skirt. She looked up at him, kind of shocked. "All you need it the heir," he continued, as if nothing was happening.

"True," Lucius responded, smirking at the expression on her face. Her hand tried to bat Voldemort's away, but he grabbed her wrist with his free hand, staring at her coldly.

"I know you're enjoying it," he said, smirking around him again. He looked back to her. "I can smell you from here." His fingers continued what they were doing, slowly more and more of his arm being concealed by her skirt. Lucius heard her gasping.

It wasn't the first time, by any means, he had seen this happening. He thought it was probably some sort of power game for the Dark Lord, a demonstration to his followers just how powerful and amazing he was. He continued to talk to one of the others and Lucius could see she was getting pretty red and flustered now. Then suddenly she moaned, softly, but it was still a moan and Voldemort withdrew, smirking and smearing his wet fingers down her leg. "Disgusting," he murmured, grinning at his followers who were still laughing.

The young woman moved closer to him, her hand resting on the top of his leg. She murmured something to him, Lucius couldn't quite hear what. Voldemort was laughing again.

"Later," he said, kissing her very briefly on the lips. She looked pretty happy at that and seemed content to drink her whiskey spiked wine. Lucius noticed Rodolphus Lestrange heading into the bar. He nodded slightly to Voldemort and sat down next to Lucius.

"Who is the bitch?" he asked, his voice rough as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and offered them around to everyone. Lucius and Voldemort both took one, lighting them with their wands.

"Who knows," Lucius responded. "She's had one orgasm so far."

Rodolphus laughed, catching Voldemort's attention. "You missed her friends," he said, smirking. "Rosier left with them."

"How many of them?" Rodolphus asked, frowning slightly.

"Four," Lucius said, pouring Rodolphus whiskey.

Rodolphus snorted. "As if Rosier can cope with that many all at once. He can barely fuck himself with his hand." Lucius laughed at that. Evan was drunk so often he thought that was probably true. "Shame I missed them." He took a long drag of the cigarette. "Anyway, Malfoy. It turns out we're going to be brothers."

Lucius rolled his eyes. "Which Black have you got stuck with?"

"Bellatrix," Rodolphus said, knocking back his drink. "She's the beautiful one, right?"

Lucius sighed, noticing Voldemort in conversation with Nott now. "If you're into that."

"I am," Rodolphus said, nodding. "I hear she's a wild bitch, already with a bit of a reputation."

"She's dating Wilkes's boy," Lucius replied, knowing that would irritate Rodolphus.

"That's alright," Rodolphus responded, his voice dark. "She'll pay for that on our wedding night."

Lucius smiled coldly at that suggestion, looking back at Voldemort who was now enticing the young woman to try his cigarette. She clearly didn't want to but he was holding it right by her mouth and she inhaled, coughing.

"Fuck," Rodolphus said quietly. "The Dark Lord's got a right wimp there."

"You know he enjoys his sport," Lucius murmured back. "She's been entertaining."

Rodolphus laughed, finishing off his drink and pouring more into the glass. "My Lord," he called. Voldemort looked over his shoulder, before turning around. "I'll have a go if you're bored."

Voldemort grinned at him. "Not tonight, Lestrange," he said. "This one is all nervous now I've played with her. I'm going to keep her."

Rodolphus raised his glass. "To a good catch," he said, downing the liquid again.

Voldemort looked back to the young woman. "I want that fuck now," he said, his tone slightly coarse. "Come on." He took her hand, pulling her to standing with him. "Lucius, see me tomorrow when you can."

Lucius nodded. "Goodnight," he said, smirking at the girl. She looked incredibly nervous. Voldemort kissed her again, harder this time, and Lucius could see her melt into the touch and slide her arms around him. She was gasping when he pulled away. Lucius could see Voldemort tugging her skirt up as he disapparated them away.

Rodolphus sat back, lighting another cigarette. "How does he do it? He behaves horrendously and still gets away with it."

Lucius smirked. "He's the Dark Lord. He has something none of us will ever have."

Rodolphus snorted. "A massive wand, from what I've heard."

Lucius finished his drink, ignoring the vulgar comment. Malfoy's were never vulgar. "See you tomorrow," he said quietly, standing up to pay the bar tab. Then he disapparated, wondering how long he would be able to continue with evenings such as these.