A/N: All characters in this story (other than my own OC creations) are the property of J.K. Rowling (for the Harry Potter portion) and Christopher Nolan (for the Inception portion). I am happily borrowing their characters for my story. No money is being made off this venture. This chapter is rated M for intimate lemons. Updated 111411.

This story is dedicated with great affection to my tireless beta Fainting Fancies. It is my first crossover, so hopefully I can keep everything straight. Please review. I live for comments.

Mirror in the Mist

Chapter 1 – The Perfect Couple

"Do you want the chocolate cheesecake or Bananas Foster?" Arthur asked as he scanned the dessert menu. Dinner had been a glorious and outlandish affair at one of Chicago's finest restaurants. Arthur had planned the evening perfectly, and after three thoroughly delectable courses, he definitely had his eyes set on dessert.

Amy observed those eyes. The deep, brown orbs, so intelligent and full of life, were at the moment, moving up and down the menu as he perused the collection. Unable to resist, his deep concentration made her smile.

Arthur sensed her watching him and glanced up, but the questioning look he gave her softened instantly as he was drawn into her cerulean blue eyes. There was no hope for logical thought when she looked at him like that. It was pure magic. Slowly, a warm smile spread across his face, the intimate and penetrating look she'd given him sending an immediate message to his libido.

"Do you want dessert? I never asked," he said apologetically. "I just want everything to be special tonight."

"Whatever you want is fine," Amy replied noncommittally. She sighed and dropped her eyes.

"You seem distracted tonight," Arthur observed with concern. He stretched his hand across the table and laid it on top of hers as he spoke, letting his thumb caress her skin. His other hand was occupied under the table as he fingered the compact square box in his pocket.

"I … I guess I'm just not that hungry." The truth was that Arthur was right. She was distracted. They'd been dating now for almost two years, and their relationship had gotten progressively serious. He made her unbelievably happy, and they had many things in common. They both loved tennis and quirky movies, reading and writing odd notes to each other. Arthur's sense of humor was non-stop, and there were times she couldn't stop laughing. He could also be pensive at times and caring always; he was a man to treasure, and she loved him dearly.

Along with the growth of love and connection, however, she felt a growing concern. No, Amy thought. It wasn't just a concern. It was fear. What would he do when he found out the truth? What would he say when she told him she was a witch?

"Well, we don't have to stay," Arthur said sweetly. "We could go back to your place. Get comfortable. Maybe watch some movies?"

Amy smiled softly and nodded her head. "That would be wonderful. Do you mind? Really?"

"Of course not. Waiter?"

xxxxxx

She slipped her hand around his neck and brought his face down to meet hers. He responded with an eager and passionate kiss. The warmth of his touch soared through her body like wildfire, and she felt him move against her as he made a deep sound in his throat. It shuddered through him like an animal's growl. There was no escaping the flood of lust that tore at her groin. She wanted him so much.

"Amy," he panted. "Oh, Amy." Arthur moved his lips along her jaw and settled on the creaminess of her pale, white neck. His teeth nibbled on the tender flesh, giving her a surge of goose bumps. The effect was like having a thousand thrumming hummingbirds fluttering inside her.

Without warning, he stopped and took both her hands in his. "Amy, I want to ask you something."

"Don't talk," she said achingly and put her hand over his mouth. He responded by kissing her palm. Her other hand went to his throat, and she began to undo the buttons on his starched, white shirt. His tie was long gone. Automatically, he pulled her close and crushed her to his chest. Another kiss was pressed hard against her trembling lips. This time, he forced his way in and began to thrust his tongue hungrily into her mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled away. "Amy. Please. I need to ask you—" he tried again, his voice tightening with insistency.

"Shut up, dammit," she blurted and covered his lips with her own.

With his shirt unbuttoned, Arthur swiftly pulled it off and grabbed the white, cotton t-shirt beneath it. With one fluid motion, he divested the garment and threw it to the floor. Her silky, black dress came next. The zipper slid down easily, and Amy began to undo his belt and trousers. There was no way she could miss the stiff, tented cloth beneath her fingers, and he allowed her hands to stroke the hardened length hidden in his boxers. Amy kicked off her shoes one by one, and they both heard the smack as the four-inch heels hit the wall.

"Bedroom," Amy murmured.

"You don't want it right here on the couch? Or maybe against the wall?" Arthur's lewd comment came with a crooked smile and a flash of white teeth.

"No," she giggled. "I don't want to be responsible for a broken back." And with that, they danced together awkwardly into the bedroom, their bodies half-clothed.

Once there, Amy pushed Arthur down on the comforter and stripped off the rest of her clothes. The unzipped, black dress was followed by her slip and bra. With only her green, silken panties adorning her otherwise naked body, she leapt on the bed. Seductively, she straddled his stomach and leaned over him, her chocolate brown hair tumbling off her shoulders to tickle his neck and face.

Arthur's eyes smoldered with lust as he pulled her against him, her firm breasts smashing against his chest. In response, his breathing quickened, and as Amy reached down and caressed his length through his shorts, he emitted a gasp. The feel of him was rock hard, and the shaft beneath her fingers moved in response to her torturous touch. At the same time, he ran his hands along her back and down to her waist, stopping only momentarily just above her buttocks. Finally he slid his fingers underneath her panties. The softness of her flesh gave way slightly as he squeezed and pulled, the action pressing her body maddeningly against him.

Amy yanked off his boxers and pulled them down, allowing his member to spring free. Her panties were ripped roughly away, and as they both heard the fabric tear, neither one cared. Looking deep into Arthur's sable brown eyes, she thrust her fingers through his hair. There was no stopping them now. She felt her body tighten in anticipation and a trickle of wetness moistened her core. She was almost over the edge, but she couldn't help rubbing her face against his chest muscles and feeling his sleek abs rising up to meet her. She noticed his nostrils flaring slightly as he smelled her arousal. It was no secret that she was ready for him.

Gently, he rolled her on her back. His long fingers worked their way down her belly and began to part the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Slowly he tucked the dexterous fingers into her heat and wetness, the slippery juices creaming his hand. He found her nub, and with a light stroke, he made his way along the sides, finding just the right spot. The flesh hardened under his touch, and Amy couldn't help but moan in response. Her hips lifted off the bed in her lust as she began pushing wildly against his fingers. With a crashing wave of fire, she climaxed, and Arthur continued to caress her, feeling the walls of her wet sleeve tighten and vibrate around his hand.

When the quaking diminished, Arthur spread her thighs wide and placed his body between them. Gently, his hips slid into place. Without moving, he lay on top of her waiting. Simply, he kissed her forehead and rested his cheek against her. She could feel his heart pounding and knew he was trying to pace himself. She looked up and saw that his eyes were closed tightly, but he was obviously not asleep.

Amy took the opportunity to stroke his back, and she felt him tense under her fingers. Arthur sighed and breathed in her scent as his nose lifted her hair from her neck. The soft skin beneath his lips was moist with sweat, and he tasted the salt on his tongue as he caressed her flesh. Lifting himself slightly, he reached down and took hold of his manhood. They both looked at the space between their bodies to watch as he slid his stiffened rod into her. The contact was electric, and he gasped in pleasure. As if made exactly to receive his body, her silken nest squeezed him fiercely, yet smoothly, the hot pocket working his flesh like a mad musician.

Arthur straightened with a growl and plunged deep. The force of his strokes pushed Amy upward and deep into the soft mattress. The feel of him inside her was working to drive her once again into a shuddering mass of pleasure. He refused to hold back now. The strokes beat into her softness until Amy felt herself melting into a hot, rising mountain of pressure. Faster and faster he pummeled her until finally she screamed, and exploded around him violently. Her muscles gripped him in waves of dripping honey. Arthur followed her over the precipice. Slamming into Amy one last time, he shot his entire load inside her, the hot fluid blasting out of him like cannon fire.

Arthur collapsed on top of Amy in a shudder of pleasure. Although he slowed and moaned softly, she felt his hips continue to thrust against her as his pulses ebbed. Both of them were soaked with perspiration from their exertion, but they barely noticed. After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked contentedly into Amy's eyes. He examined her heated, rosy cheeks and delicately brushed a strand of her hair away from her face. Ultimately, his expression changed to one of hopefulness, and Amy responded with a quizzical expression.

"What?" Amy asked.

"This isn't exactly how I … how I pictured this." He grinned suddenly, but the smirk was instantly replaced by an adoring smile. Solemnly, he took Amy's hand and pressed it to his chest.

"Amy Morganna, will you marry me?"

A/N: Thank you to my beta FaintingFancies. Please take the time to write me a review. I treasure every one.