Moments Later…

She moved off of his lap, not surprised at his answer. No, he wanted this and she did too. Taking his hand, she motioned for Marcus to get up.

"You're not walking up the stairs." He gave her a smirk. Standing up, he quickly scooped her up into his arms. Aquila was thin and very light. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder while he gently guided them up the stairs.

A Few More Moments Later…

Aquila's POV

My body was laid down onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge. He leaned over me and kissed me passionately, more than I had ever felt. As he guided his tongue across the roof of his mouth, he reached into my pocket and pulled out the small vile. Marcus tossed it to the other end of the bed and began to untie my robes.

Once the robe was off, he worked on the buttons of my sweater and continued until there was nothing left on my upper body but my bra. He began to kiss the soft skin of my stomach. I decided to pull myself up further to start removing his clothing.

I undid the buttons quickly, my hands shaking in anxiety. His entire shirt was off moments later. I had seen him shirtless before, of course, we'd been together nearly five years for Merlin's sake! However, I was a virgin believe it or not. That was going to change tonight though; I could feel it.

End POV

He grasped her mouth again and pulled her up.

"You're sure about this?" The grip on Aquila weakened and he looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

Aquila smiled and bit her lip. "Yes…Are you?"

Marcus didn't answer. He walked over to the opposite side of the bed to where he had tossed the vile.

"I told you that I wouldn't make you drink this," he replied. Marcus walked back to where she was standing, "but I really think you should."

"I completely agree," said Aquila intensely. "We would not want anything to…happen."

She held out her hand and took the vile. It tasted sort of like a grape juice but with a mix of rum as well.

After placing the vile onto the table beside her, Aquila immediately went after him this time. Her lips went straight for his neck, pricking him with her teeth.

"Shit, Aquila," he whispered anxiously.

Cunningly, she cupped her hand between his legs, easily feeling him through his trousers.

He groaned even louder, hardening, but it was his turn now. Marcus quickly undid the button of her skirt. He guided Aquila back to his bed and yanked off her leggings.

Still lying down, she quickly undid the button of his pants and yanked them off as well.

Suddenly, with Aquila only now in her bra and tight silk panties, his face turned from hunger to worry. His beautiful lover had scars and bruises all over her legs!

He brought his mouth to her thighs and kissed the largest of the scars. "What happened?" he whispered, running his pointer finger gently over her soft skin.

"Dueling practice," She replied, in quite louder of a tone than Marc had used.

"Does it hurt, sweetie?"

"Some do."

"Terribly?"

"Decently."

He brought his hand down to one of the large bruises near her knee. As soon as he began to rub it gently, she flinched.

"That one hurts the most."

Sympathetically, he moved his body over hers, brushing against her curvy figure with a light touch. "Then I will go easy."

Aquila only giggled. "Please don't."

10 Hours Later: 9:59 am…

She woke up wrapped up in Marc's arms. Her pale finger tapped him lightly on the nose. "Wake up sleepy."

He gave a tired smile and pressed her up closer to his cheek. "Hey you."

"Hi," she giggled, "sleep well?"

"Who needs sleep?" He kissed her on the lips slowly and brought her back on top of him just like last night.

She licked his lips. "Mmm…Do you wish for more, Master Flint?"

"Fuck, yes."

Her legs straddled on top of him and she drove her body as harshly as she could forward, bringing him back inside of her. Marc groaned loudly and Aquila breathed out deeply in pleasure.

He grasped her chilled back and pushed her in and out.

"Mmm…Marc!" She cried out as he went even faster.

Within moments, she came, he just a few thrusts later.

Once she was panting and resting her head on his chest, the grandfather clock downstairs went off.

Aquila turned her head to look at the clock on the dresser. She gasped loudly at the time. It was already ten. She was supposed to be at the Malfoy's fifteen minutes ago for King's Cross!

"I have to be at my aunt's house now!" She sat up on her knees.

"Damn it," Marc replied, still somewhat out of breath. "You'd better get dressed then, sweetie!"

She sprang out of the bed, grabbing every piece of her clothing and rushing to put every piece of it on.

"Here!" Marcus called, waving his wand to toss Aquila her skirt and leggings.

In about a minute, she was fully dressed. She ran over to Marc's bedside and kissed his mouth roughly once more. "I love you…so much."

"Love you too sweetie….miss you."

She grabbed the vile from the table, for first time memories and used the Accio Charm to retrieve her wine glasses and coat from downstairs. She shrunk the glasses and placed them in her pocket.

Blowing him a final kiss, she apparated out.

Malfoy Manor

Aquila arrived in front of the large gate and threw it open. She ran to the mansion, doing her best not to slip on any ice.

Just she was about to knock, Narcissa opened the door. She had an amused expression on her face.

"You owe me for this, darling." Cissa clearly knew…because of godmother's instinct…either that or because of the numerous hickies and the smudged eyeliner.

Aquila looked down at her feet and couldn't help but smile. "How so?"

"Your father came looking for you. I told him that you where sound asleep in the guest room."

Aquila brought her head back up. "Thanks…so much." She blushed and bit her lip. "So you're not telling on me then?"

"No love," Cissa replied kindly, "I don't mind…as long as you weren't careless."

Aquila rolled her eyes. "We had that chat a long time ago!"

"So you weren't careless then?"

"I was not careless!"

"Promise?"

"Promise!" Aquila groaned but smiled. "Can we please end this conversation now?"

Agreeing that she had caused Aquila enough awkwardness for one morning, Narcissa placed an arm around her goddaughter and led her inside.

Once they were both in, Narcissa closed the door with a wave of her wand. She couldn't help but crack a smile. "Honestly Angel, you are becoming more like your mother each day."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hey everybody! This is bellastrange, the author of this story. I have decided to start putting notes like this at the bottom. I've seen other authors do this and it looked useful. Anyways, I would first like to apologize for such a long wait. The weather has been awful in Chicago and the internet keeps going down from the snow storms.

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