To Love A Death Eater 3/3

A/N: I'm really sorry if this last part sucks. I was out of town for Thanksgiving, and got back to work Monday to find out that my partner quit. So now I have to sit at the front desk and answer phones all day long. You try writing a sex scene being interrupted every 20 seconds by the phone! So, my apologies if this part sucks!

When Joyce went down to breakfast the next morning, she was surprised to see not only her Grandpa, but also his brother, Albus Dumbledore.

"Good morning, Joyce," Albus said, cheerily.

"Good morning, Uncle. What brings you here?"

"I brought him here! Did you know we have a Death Eater asleep upstairs in the guest room?" her Grandpa demanded.

"Of course I know, I brought him here."

"Why on Earth would you do such a thing? You should have contacted the Ministry at once!" he yelled.

Joyce crossed her arms and glared at him defiantly.

"He saved my life last night, I at least owed him a place to sleep," she said defensively.

"Don't think I don't know what's going on! You went to Dunn's last night, and this morning your harboring a Death Eater while Dunn lies murdered!"

"I don't know what happened to Nicholas Dunnington," she lied, "but now that he's dead, I'm no longer engaged to him, and therefore eligible to marry someone else."

Abe gave her a suspicious look.

"Who?"

"Me," said Blaise from the doorway.

"Oh, how delightful! I do love weddings," Albus exclaimed, breaking the shocked silence.

"Joyce, please reconsider! You can't marry a Death Eater! What would your parents think?" Grandpa Abe begged as Joyce packed a trunk.

Blaise wanted to marry her right away so that she could move in to his parent's mansion with him. He didn't trust the Dumbldores, and he didn't trust the Death Eaters. He wanted her safe at home where he wouldn't have to worry about her.

Joyce had agreed, but insisted that once things settled down, she wanted to go back to work. This had been a surprise to Blaise who wasn't aware that Joyce had a job.

"Just another reminder that we really don't know each other," Joyce had sighed.

She finished packing the last of her things in the trunk.

"I'm sorry Grandpa Abe, but I've made my decision," she said, closing the trunk with a snap.

A simple spell had the trunk and the rest of her belongings following her down the stairs and out the door where a car was waiting to take her to Blaise.

"You listen hear, girl! You walk out that door don't even think about coming back!" Abe growled in a final attempt to stay her.

She stopped in her tracks and stiffened. Slowly she turned toward him, her face impassive.

"Aberforth, don't be a fool," Albus admonished.

He was ignored.

Joyce and Abe stared at each other for a few minutes in tense silence.

"Is that what you want Grandfather?"

Abe didn't say anything. He just crossed his arms across his chest and glared at her.

"So be it," Joyce whispered, and quickly made her way to the waiting car.

"What have you done?" she heard her Uncle ask her Grandfather before shutting the door to the car, and ending a chapter of her life.

Once her Grandfather's house was out of sight she began to cry.

Two hours later, Joyce sat nervously in a back room of the small chapel that she and Blaise would be married in. She glanced at the clock and drew in a shuddering breath. Fifteen minutes and he would come for her. They would be married, with two Death Eaters as witnesses, and would then apparate to the Zabini Mansion.

She went to stand before a floor-length mirror and smoothed her hair down.

There hadn't been time to purchase wedding robes, so she had chosen a set of silver dress robes she had bought on a whim a few months ago, but had never worn.

She pulled back her heavy brown hair into a French Twist and secured it with a diamond rose clip that had been her mothers. Pearl earrings and a necklace completed the look nicely.

Joyce couldn't help but admire her looks. It had been quite some time since she'd had the opportunity to get all dressed up for anything. She'd forgotten that she could be pretty. Never beautiful, but pretty none the less.

She started wondering if Blaise would think she was pretty, and that led to thinking about the upcoming wedding night. What would he expect of her? She didn't think that he'd force himself on her, but then again, he was a Death Eater. She knew nothing about him.

She had momentary flashback of Dunn forcing her down onto a sofa and she shuddered.

There was a knock on the door, and Joyce turned to see Blaise walk in.

"You look amazing," he said as he reached her and kissed her cheek.

She blushed and looked down, not wanting him to see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes.

Unfortunately her hands were shaking so badly they gave her away.

"What is it?" he asked, gently.

She took another shuddering breath, trying to slow her heart rate.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered, a tear slipping from her eye.

He grabbed her hands and pulled them up to his lips.

"Joyce, if there was any other way to keep you safe, I'd do it."

"I just hate that we have to get married when we don't love each other. Do you think you could ever fall in love with me?" she asked.

There was another knock on the door, and Draco Malfoy stuck his head in.

"Move it along, you two. I have plans after this."

Blaise scowled at him.

"We'll be there in just a minute," he said motioning for Draco to leave.

Then he turned back to Joyce.

"I can't promise that I'll fall in love with you Joyce. But I promise that I'll take care of you, and always be faithful."

Joyce took a few more deep breaths then nodded.

"Okay, lets do this."

The Zabini Mansion was huge. Joyce couldn't believe that this was her home now. She lay in a bed by herself, staring at the canopy. Blaise hadn't even tried to make her share a room with him. He'd shown her to her own room explaining that his was right across the hall. When she'd looked at him questioningly, he'd explained that he wasn't going to take more than she was willing to give.

Joyce had been grateful and disappointed at the same time.

She looked at the clock and sighed. She'd been tossing and turning for four hours now, it was time to admit defeat.

Sighing, yet again, she climbed out of bed slipping on her dressing gown and slippers.

She moved over to the far wall that was covered in heavy drapes. She assumed that there were windows under there somewhere, and started looking for the way to open them. After a few minutes of searching, she gave a cry of triumph upon finding a taut cord. Giving it a hard yank she gasped in awe as beautiful glass French doors that led to a balcony were revealed to her.

Joyce couldn't keep the pleased smile off of her face as she pushed open the doors and strolled outside. When she reached the railing and looked down into the gardens below, she w as surprised to see Blaise walking quickly away from the house. He was holding a bundle of flowers in his arms.

Her curiosity got the best of her, and she decided to follow him. Surely he wouldn't be bringing flowers with him to a Death Eater meeting.

She hurried down the stairs and out the door. It took a few minutes to orient herself, and find the gardens under her balcony. By then, Blaise had disappeared from sight.

Joyce wandered around aimlessly for a while, admiring the gardens in the light of the full moon. An odd sound distracted her, and she followed it without thought. As she got closer she realized the sound was someone crying. She wondered through a patch of thick bushes and tall trees, suddenly coming to a clearing.

Blaise was sitting on the ground, sobbing. She started walking toward him and saw the two gravestones bearing the names of Blaise's parents.

Being recently orphaned herself, her heart went out to him, and she found herself kneeling beside him, and putting a hand on his back.

He jumped when she first touched him, startled. But he slowly relaxed, and allowed her to comfort him by rubbing his back.

When Blaise finally got his crying under control, he began to talk. He told her about his parents, and how Death Eaters had killed them. He explained about how he hated Voldemort, and wanted to see him dead for good this time. That when he'd killed Dunnington the night before, it had been his first time.

Joyce listened patiently, allowing him to get everything off of his chest.

While he spoke, he grabbed one of her hands, and studied it in his lap.

"I thought I just wanted him dead. That that would make everything okay again. But I'm starting to realize how impossible it will be to pull off. And even if I do mange it, it won't bring them back."

She wrapped her arms around him, and held him, not knowing what else to say or do.

He looked at her, dark eyes filled with pain.

"I just don't want to be alone anymore," he whispered.

"You won't be," she told him, and leaned forward to brush her lips against his.

His hands came up and held her face against his. When she didn't try to pull away, he slowly pushed his tongue into her mouth.

Joyce waited for the fear to grip her again like it had the night before, but it never came. Blaise was her husband, and she wanted to be with him.

She pulled away from him and got to her feet.

He gave her a dejected look, until she reached out a hand to help him up and said, "Let's go to bed."

Blaise allowed her to pull him to his feet, then he caught her around the waist and pulled her up against him.

"Mine or yours?" he asked, wanting to be clear about what he wanted.

"Ours," she whispered, and kissed him again.

Then she broke away from him, and started running toward the house.

At first he was confused, then he heard her giggle.

'She's playing with me!' he thought in astonishment, and quickly gave chase.

He caught and released her several times before they made it to his bedroom. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so carefree.

Joyce lost some of her confidence once he closed the bedroom door behind him.

He grabbed her hands and spun in a circle, trying to keep the mood light. It worked, and she smiled at him.

He then pulled her close to him, and began rocking side to side, so that they were slow dancing to music only he could hear.

She giggled again, and he kissed her.

Joyce tensed up a little, and he pulled back.

"We don't have to do this tonight," he said.

"No, I want to," she protested.

He studied her silently for a moment.

"Alright, but all you have to say is stop, and I will," he promised.

She nodded, again feeling grateful that he was being so patient with her. She really didn't want to disappoint him.

Blaise started kissing her again, and this time she forced herself not to tense up.

"Good," he whispered approvingly.

He slid his hands down her sides and waist till he reached her hips and began massaging them with his thumbs.

His lips left her mouth to trail kisses down her throat and neck.

She moaned and leaned her head back giving him better access.

Emboldened by her response, he slowly began untying her dressing gown. She stepped back and allowed the gown to fall to the floor.

He gasped, and swept his hungry gaze over her dark purple satin negligee.

Joyce blushed but kept her head raised up.

She hadn't intended on sleeping with him tonight, but there was no way that she was going to wear her flannel pajamas on her wedding night.

Looking at his face, she was glad of her decision.

Blaise had fun slowly taking the negligee off of her. He stepped back to admire her, watching the blush travel all over her body.

She was lovely to him, all soft curves, and creamy skin.

"Beautiful," he whispered, and pulled her close for another kiss.

He walked her backwards, until the back of her knees hit the bed. Then he encouraged her to lay down and spread out next to her.

Blaise lowered his mouth to her breasts, and delighted in her sounds of pleasure. When she started begging him for more, he slipped one long finger into her. She moaned in ecstasy as he stroked her. He took his time pleasuring her, and soon she was squirming beneath him.

She groaned in disappointment when he pulled away to remove his own clothes, but he returned to her quickly, and she had to admit that the feel of him naked in her arms was amazing.

He pushed into her, slowly, prepared to stop if she asked him to.

Joyce felt like she was being stretched, then something seemed to snap, and he was able to slide all the way in.

"You okay?" he asked, keeping as still as he could.

She nodded.

"It really didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would," she admitted.

"Good."

And then he was kissing her again, and moving in and out of her.

When they were both sated, Joyce curled up against him, and sighed in contentment.

"I don't know what I was so worried about," she said.

He smiled at her, and started running his fingers through her hair.

"Earlier today, you asked me if I thought I could fall in love with you. The answer is yes, Joyce. I already am."

Joyce smiled feeling the warmth of her beginning love for him.

She knew that things wouldn't be perfect. Her husband had a deadly job, and things could really get ugly in a hurry. But Blaise loved her, and that meant more than anything. And she felt she could face anything, because she knew that he'd be with her.

The End

A/N: All good things must come to an end. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I had intended for this to be a one-shot, and even though I could have gone on and on, I really wanted this finished so I could concentrate on other things.

-I'm hard at work on the last two parts of 'Someone to Watch Over Me'

-Then it's back to Healing Hermione

Thanks for all the reviews, and for sticking with me.

-Kassandra