In between homework, Quidditch, prefect duties, Death Eater meetings and planning the wedding I barely got any time to spend with Reg until the Christmas holidays. The first day I slept all day, having had such a busy term. Mother scolded me until she weighed me and I'd lost yet more weight.
On the second day I was going shopping for my Christmas ball dress and my wedding dress with Mother and Mrs Black (she insisted I call her Walburga). Reg's father, Orion, was taking him shopping for dress robes in Diagon Alley. Walburga had insisted on going to Paris for my wedding dress.
Mother and Walburga conversed with the shop assistant in flawless French while I browsed the dresses on display. Apparently this year was extra important, as Reg and I were coming of age, and our engagement was finally going to be announced formally. The wedding was going to be at the end of June, when we finished our sixth year at Hogwarts.
"I like this one," I said aloud, feeling the silk of the pure white dress.
"In French, Lucilla," Mother reminded me.
"J'aime cette robe," I said, remembering to roll my 'r'.
"Merci!" The shop assistant was delighted. "Voulez-vous l'essayer?"
"Oui, s'il-vous plaît," I replied, and she pulled it off the hanger for me.
She helped me get into it and I gasped as I looked in the mirror. I looked like a princess.
"Oh, darling!" Mother cried as I stepped out of the dressing room. Even Walburga was nodding in approval.
"Elle est très belle," the shop assistant beamed. The dress was strapless, tight yet not too uncomfortable, with lace detail. It gradually flared from just below the bottom of my waist to my feet.
After seeing myself in that dress, I had trouble picking one for the Christmas ball. In the end I settled on a slim fitting icy blue dress that matched my eyes.
I returned back to Grimmauld Place with Walburga after that, as there was going to be a Black family dinner that evening. Reg had been home for a while, and was engrossed in a book in the lounge. I left him to it to change into my purple dress robes for dinner.
"You're really beautiful." Reg had come upstairs to get me for dinner.
I grinned smugly. "You haven't seen the wedding dress yet."
"Come on, everyone's here," he said, offering me his arm.
We headed for the rarely used dining room, the large table was set with goblin wrought silverware laid with the Black family crest. Candles were floating everywhere to provide light. Lucius and Narcissa were already sat at the table, as were Walburga and Cissy's mother, Druella, Orion and Cissy's father Cygnus were talking in a corner over a pipe. Bella and Rod seemed to be having a silent argument, judging from the death glares that she sent him every ten seconds.
We all sat down and with a pop, plates of food appeared on the table in front of us.
"Lucilla, I heard you went wedding dress shopping earlier?" Cissy asked, an excited gleam in her eyes.
"Oh, she looked absolutely beautiful in her dress," Walburga gushed.
"She always looks beautiful," Reg insisted, squeezing my hand under the table.
Cissy, Druella and Walburga cooed over how perfect we were while Bella sneered. Lucius gave me an understanding smile while Orion, Cygnus and now Rod were conversing about something else entirely.
"Cissy, I want to ask you something," I said suddenly, the idea occurring to me. "Will you be my maid of honour?"
Cissy's blue eyes widened. "Are you sure? What about your friends?"
"Alecto and Cal have agreed to be bridesmaids, but I'd really like you to be maid of honour," I said. "Will you do it?"
"Of course I will!" Cissy cried, jumping up to hug me.
"I'm sorry about Bella," Reg apologised later, while we were in bed. "She's..."
"Crazy?" I suggested, and he laughed in response. He kissed my shoulders and my neck and I bit my lip to suppress a groan. We hadn't had sex since our almost accident in November. However, I had been taking the potion every day religiously, as apparently it was more effective that way.
I turned and caught his lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth and he quickly pushed on top of me. His back arched inwards as he entered me, and I found my legs wrapping themselves around his hips in the heat of the moment. He grinned down at me in a way that he knew I couldn't resist as he thrust slowly in and out. I ran my fingers lightly over his muscles, and up his back, which arched towards me in pleasure. He bent down and ran kisses along my neck, moving to my mouth as my gasps of pleasure became louder. His tongue invaded my mouth as his pace increased and he sighed when he'd finished.
Reg
It was around two in the morning when the burning in my arm woke me up. Lucilla was fast asleep, facing away from me, her silky hair brushed to smooth perfection. I summoned my robes and disapparated to where he was waiting.
"My Lord," I bowed respectfully.
"Regulus," his high, cold voice addressed me. "My youngest, most faithful servant."
I heard Bella hiss from somewhere behind him.
"I require your services."
"Anything, my Lord," I whispered.
"I need a list of candidates from Hogwarts to consider as Death Eaters."
"The Carrows," I said immediately. "Rowle, Parkinson, Snape... Maybe Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew."
"Good," the Dark Lord sounded delighted. "Will many of them need persuading?"
"Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew will," I said. "Potter's a blood traitor and took my idiot brother in, but a few good curses should change his mind."
"Dearest Regulus, I can't help but notice that your fiancée isn't on that list," Bella said slyly.
"No," I snapped, just as Lucius did.
"Dear Bella," the Dark Lord laughed. "Young Lucilla Malfoy has to spawn pure blooded children. She's not useful to me, unlike you."
He turned to face the rest of the Death Eaters. "Go home. Sleep with your wives. Create a new generation of pure blooded children who will carry on our work. I will lead them into glory."
I did a quick calculation in my head. The Dark Lord was at school with Avery Sr and Mulciber Sr, and they were all just in their fifties. Would he really be able to lead an army when he was in his seventies?
I shoved these thoughts to the back of my mind and apparated home. Lucilla hadn't moved. I checked the clock. I'd barely been gone for an hour. I put my robes away and slipped back into bed and pressed against her. She stirred, her platinum blonde hair throwing off the scent of green apples as she rolled over.
"Sorry for waking you," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips. "The Dark Lord needed me."
"Ok," she yawned, and rolled back over. I slipped my arms around her. There was no real need to, the fire was roaring and neither of us were cold, but I liked having her pressed against me like that.
I closed my eyes and let the crackling of the fire and the scent of her shampoo lull me back to sleep.
I was being shaken awake roughly. I opened my eyes and was face to face with Bella.
I swore, and leapt out of bed. "Where's Lucilla?"
"At breakfast," Bella answered shortly. "No one knows I'm here. I need a favour."
"What?" I asked, not in the mood to beat around the bush.
"The job the Dark Lord gave us all to do, I can't do it." For the first time in her entire life, Bella looked upset. "I can't... I can't bear children."
"You're upset about not being able to have children?" I asked, confused. Bella had never shown any inclination towards having a family.
"Of course not," she snapped. "I'm upset for not being able to carry out the Dark Lord's orders."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"Rod and I need to borrow Lucilla."
"No way," I said flatly. "She's mine."
"But she's such a pretty little thing," Bella snarled. "No one will ever suspect it."
"Find someone else," I told her.
"Do you have any suggestions? I'm desperate!"
A thought occurred to me. Lucilla would kill me.
"Calista Flint," I whispered, and Bella disapparated.
"Morning, sleepy," Lucilla teased me as I got to the kitchen. We were alone in the house. I grabbed a plate of toast and watched her as she ate her fruit. "What?"
"Nothing," I shook my head. She was so very beautiful.
"Seriously, what?" she looked worried.
"The Dark Lord has a request of you," I began, wanting to put this delicately.
She looked scared. "What is it?"
"We have to have children."
Lucilla shook her head. "Not now."
I took her hand. "I think he'll let us off until we're married."
She swallowed. "Ok."
"It's not just us," I told her. "It's everyone. Everyone has to do it."
A/N: Sorry for not updating for a while, I just got a couple of really rude reviews and it put me off this story for a bit. To the rude anonymous reviewer: first of all, her name is Lucilla, not Lucinda. Second of all she's just a teenager really, so despite the fact that she's a Slytherin she IS insecure, most girls are at that age. As a pureblood and a girl she's taught to take the high road and not duel and get into fights, not like the boys are taught to. I'm all for constructive criticism, but there's no need to be rude. If you think my story is rubbish, don't read it.