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December 1995
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Wizarding Scotland

In an uncharacteristic move, Draco was right on time. Lyra jumped at the sound of his knock and rushed to finish putting on her mascara. God, you are so shallow, she said to herself, fleeing from the bathroom to let him in.

She opened the door. Damn. He looked good. Dark jeans, black button-up, hair deliberately mussed. He'd put in some work too. Vain little thing...

"Hi baby," she said causally.

Draco looked her over. She was wearing her thick heather cardigan over a short green dress. She'd worn green for him. He knew her too well to mistake it for a coincidence.

"Sweetheart," he said with a smile.

She stepped to the side and let him in.

"Tea?" She asked.

He smirked and shook his head. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into the sitting area. After he had them in front of the fire, he brought his nose to her hairline and inhaled. "You smell good enough to eat," he muttered to her.

She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest to hide her blush.

Draco hummed and ran his fingers through her hair. "My witch is unusually bashful this evening."

She laughed nervously and snuggled deeper into him.

"I have something for you," he said over her head.

She drew back and looked up at him.

He pulled a piece of silk out of his pocket and unfolded it in front of her. He picked up a delicate white gold chain with a small pendant hanging from it. It was silver, but flickered a lustrous blue in the firelight.

Lyra gasped and ran her fingers over it gingerly. It was smooth and warm to the touch. "It's beautiful."

Draco nodded. "I helped scale the dragon myself, last spring when I went to Romania with my father. I had earrings made for my mother and this made for you," he said softly to her.

"This is from a dragon?" She asked, excitedly.

"A Swedish Short-Snout, to be exact," he explained.

"It's blue," She mused wistfully at it.

"It's blue," he confirmed with a smirk. "Turn around."

She complied and he fastened the necklace around her neck.

She turned back to face him. "Thank you, baby."

He smiled and adjusted the pendant on her chest. "It looks lovely on you."

Her eyes sparkled and she pressed up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Come on," she whispered taking his hand and leading him into her bedroom.

He swallowed hard. This was happening.

She stationed him in front of the large wooden dresser that stood across from her bed. She smoothed her hands down the sides of his black shirt and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He took her by the back of the neck and gently pulled her in for a kiss. The tension between them flared instantly and before she knew it, Lyra was gripping on to him desperately and purring into his mouth.

Draco pulled back with an amused huff. He kissed her on the forehead and looked down at her hotly.

She smiled at him and walked backwards alone until her legs hit the bed behind her. She sat down and looked at him. He was shamelessly gorgeous. She wanted him so badly that it hurt. The throb in between her legs was verging on painful and she couldn't wait another second.

"Take your clothes off," she said softly to him.

He raised a pale eyebrow at her as he brought his hands to his collar and started undoing the buttons.

Once he was out of his shirt, Lyra let her eyes roam over his chest and her breath started to quicken.

He trailed down and undid his beltbuckle. The indecent sound made Lyra stir and he watched as she widened her legs slightly, letting the hem of her dress ride up her thighs. Bloody hell...

He let his trousers fall from his hips to the floor, toed off his shoes and then stood a moment in just his boxers.

Lyra was practically panting with desire. She was a bit embarrassed by her behavior, but couldn't stop if she wanted to. And she really didn't want to.

Draco tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and lowered them slowly to tease her.

Lyra held her breath as she took him in. Every inch of him was pale as the moonlight and smooth as stone. His legs were long and lean, like his arms. His stomach rippled attractively with muscles and she found her eyes naturally drawn to the fine line of hair that extended from his belly button down to the blonde curls above his cock. "Holy shit," she whispered aloud. Embarrassed by her profane ogling, she shook her head and brought her gaze back to his face, which was looking comfortably smug. "You're perfect," she told him honestly.

Draco shrugged and gave her a bashful little smile.

Lyra swallowed hard and stood. She dropped her sweater off her shoulders on to the floor then shrugged off the thin straps of her dress. She pushed the fabric down past her waist and let it fall, leaving her chest bare. She stood for a moment, letting the blush splash across her skin and heat her face as she nervously tucked a piece of her black hair behind one of her ears and bit her lip. She quickly reached for the top of her lacy underwear, hoping to hide the tremor in her hands.

"Let me," Draco muttered thickly.

Her eyes snapped up to meet his. Melted silver.

He walked over to her, his erection bobbing with his steps. He took her by the waist and kissed her deeply. After a while, he pulled away and lowered himself slowly to his knees in front of her. He leaned in and pressed his lips into the flesh of her belly while he ran his hands up the outside of her thighs. He looked up at her pretty face as he slid her panties down her tan legs.

Lyra grabbed on to him for support as he resumed kissing her stomach. He trailed his mouth down and Lyra felt his breath ghost over her sensitive skin. She gasped.

He stopped and looked up at her in question.

She laughed nervously. "I...I don't think I'll be able to stand upright if you do that," she told him honestly.

He stood and wrapped his arms loosely around her. The underside of his dick brushed against her groin and he involuntarily twitched a light tap on to her stomach. He crowded her back toward the bed. "Then lay down, love," he whispered darkly, running his palms lightly over her ass.

She sat at his command and leaned back on to her elbows to shimmy up the bed. As soon as she settled, he was really able to look at her. All of her. Creamy tan skin, long black hair fanned out beneath her, firm little breasts with tight pink nipples, small waist, round hips, delicious triangle of dark hair covering her sex. She was indescribable. Beautiful was too rough a word, but in the fog of his emotions, it was the only one he had. "Gods, sweetheart. You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he confessed.

She smiled sheepishly. "Still imagining me then?" She baited.

He crawled up her body, letting his skin brush against hers as much as possible. He hummed as he lowered his weight down on to her, trapping his length between them. She opened her legs, deepening the contact. It felt like the most delicious fire igniting all over him. She was soft and warm and her body was so small beneath his. He spared a moment to reflect on how different she felt than Olivia and how different he felt different being in her arms. He curled his fingers into her hair and kissed her softly.

"Yes. More than ever," he answered finally.

"What do you imagine doing with me?" She whispered playfully against his mouth.

His little witch liked to talk. He'd seen that one coming. He knew what to do. "I imagine tasting you, making you come with my mouth," he whispered back.

She whimpered and ran her hands down his back. "What else?"

He pressed his hips deeper onto hers and groaned. "I imagine having you first. I want to worship every inch of you, open you up, make you mine," he told her honestly.

"What else?" She asked him with a shiver.

He kissed over to her ear. "I imagine coming inside you. Imagine you asking me to," he said.

Lyra pulled him back to her so she could kiss him frantically. Her mouth popped off his with a wet smack. "Yes," she breathed to him.

He rubbed his nose along hers and kissed her again. "Are you sure?" He asked.

She nodded. "I want everything."

And he would give her everything. He trailed his mouth down her chest, taking a little time to stimulate her nipples with his teeth and tongue before he continued on to her stomach. He nibbled on her hipbone playfully and she nearly came off the bed. That was good. Olivia had told him that the more aroused she was beforehand, the less painful his entry would be for her. His goal then, was to make her half-mad with lust, and he couldn't be more up for the challenge.

He trailed his fingers down her sex and she jumped slightly at his touch. "Sweetheart, we don't have to do this," he reassured her gently. Gods, he wanted so badly to do this.

Lyra smiled to the canopy above the bed and lifted her head. She nearly came undone at the sight of him on his belly in between her legs like he was. "I want to. I'm just nervous," she confessed.

He nodded and leaned forward to kiss her lower abdomen. He trailed his mouth over her dark curls and brought his hand up to part her lips for him. The heat from her fanned against his chin and it made him hard as hell. Focus, man, he told himself. "If I'm doing something you don't like, just say so," he muttered. "If I'm doing something you do like...feel free to say that as well," he added, with smile in his tone.

Lyra laughed.

He gave her a soft swipe down the delicate skin to prime her and she gasped. He circled his tongue around her clit before bringing her ripe flesh into his mouth to suck. She tasted like the rain, but it wasn't the cool, clean scent that came off her skin. It was like summer rain that laid heavy on the trees and clung to the body. The kind that made you sweat. The kind that made you feel dazed and half asleep. She was bloody delicious.

"Oh my god," she breathed.

He worked her with his mouth for awhile until she was writhing and then slipped two fingers inside of her dripping sheath.

It was too much. She fell over the edge. She gripped the blanket beneath her and came with a surprised shout of "Fuck!" as she looked down at him in awe. All she could see was his white hair teasing her with its movement as he lapped her. It was amazing.

He saw her through her climax diligently and gave her just a moment to rest before he resumed the slow pumping of his fingers. He slithered back up the bed to tend to her breasts with his mouth.

Every nerve in Lyra's body was alive and aching for him. She was dizzy. "You don't have to..." She began.

Draco cut her off with a low growl and an authoritative nip at one of her nipples that turned her words into a useless, breathy moan.

He rotated his fingers inside her and sought out the rough patch on her outer wall that Olivia had shown him. He'd only tapped it a few times when he felt the telltale constriction of her core around his digits.

She rushed her hands into his hair and raked down his scalp with her nails. "God, don't stop, baby," she babbled, thrusting her hips mindlessly to encourage him.

A very short time later, she came again, this time more gently. As she peaked, she gripped on to him desperately, holding his head to her breast with one hand and gripping his bicep with the other.

Once she came down, he pulled back to look at her. Her face was adorably flushed and she looked half asleep. He smiled as he pulled his fingers out of her passage, which was relaxed and totally saturated with her arousal. He knew that he'd done all he could to prepare her.

He kissed up her neck and readjusted himself so they were nose to nose once more. She made a satisfied little noise and pressed into him for a lazy kiss. She let her knees fall to the side and the action brought his cock in deep contact with her pubic hair which was slathered with the combined moisture from his mouth and her orgasms. He trailed his palm down her side and took himself in hand to press his shaft down to open her and bathe himself in her honey. He rocked his hips, wetting himself on her engorged folds.

She hummed.

He shivered.

He continued for a few thrusts until he was well coated. He drew breath to ask her one more time if this was really what she wanted, but she beat him to it.

"Yes," she whispered against his mouth.

He sighed and reached down to position himself at her entrance. He put a little space between their faces so he could see her. "Grab my hips," he said in a husky voice.

Lyra did so, opening her legs wider in the process.

"Pull me into you," he grunted roughly, fighting the animal within him that told him just to plunge in and take her.

She could see the strain in his face and muscles, telling her that he was holding back. It made her heart swell in her chest. He was trying to give her control and now that she had it, what did she want? She knew it was going to hurt. Should she go slow to ease in or make it fast like ripping off a bandage? She had no idea. Fuck it. She bit hard on her lip and pulled his hips to hers in one smooth, steady motion.

The rupture of her virginity felt like a quick sting. It didn't hurt so much as surprise. The stretching of her body to accommodate his inside of hers...now that hurt. The sensation made her cry out and lift up to bury her face in the side of Draco's neck. The burn was searing and left her breathless. She felt...she didn't really know how she felt, it was so overwhelming. He was hurting her and yet she knew in her bones that only he could make it better. It was beautiful...and kinda fucked up. I guess this is sex, she said to herself.

Draco cradled her head in his hand and massaged it soothingly. "I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair.

Lyra sighed at the sweetness of the gesture, which seemed to coax her out of her panic. She relaxed back down and looked up at him. "I forgive you," she breathed, into the slight space between them.

He gave her a heartrendingly gorgeous smile and dropped his forehead to hers. She ghosted her hands up his sides and settled them high on his ribcage. She felt a slight tremor in his body, sensing the effort he was using to stay still. "It's alright, baby. Move," she told him, capturing his mouth in a kiss.

Draco made a sound of relief and retreated from her slightly. He paused a moment and slowly reaseated himself, stoking the burn within her. He repeated the action several times and, as he did, he noticed some of the tension start to drain from his witch. She relaxed her grip on his sides, settled more comfortably back on to the bed, and had started breathing more evenly. It was then, and only then, that he started to open himself up to the pleasure of her body.

She was exquisite. Wet, and so tight. It was like very gasp, every moan, every inch of her was tailor made to reduce him to dust. Olivia had told him that it would feel more intense with Lyra, not because she was a virgin, but because he was in love with her. Olivia had been right, like always.

He felt Lyra's foot trail down the back of his calf as he pumped into her and the combination of sensations hit him hard in the gut. "Gods, sweetheart. You feel so good," he whispered.

Her eyes sparkled up at him innocently and he had to close his eyes for a moment to keep his wits about him. She was too much, too sweet.

She began tilting her hips up slightly to meet his thrusts, reveling at the change in sensations she'd felt since they started. The burn was still there, but it was being eclipsed by spikes of pleasure every time he pushed back inside her. With her nerves somewhat settled, she was more able to appreciate how amazing he felt. Smooth and firm and he filled her completely. She got it now, why women would go through this. Why they would hurt for it, why they would bleed for it. Having someone else inside your body, allowing them to find ecstasy like no other in your skin, your muscle, your heat...it made her feel sexy...and powerful.

Draco sped up a bit. "Is this ok?"

Lyra nodded and threaded her fingers into his hair.

He could feel the coil winding tighter in his belly and he gave her a forceful thrust without thinking.

She hummed decadently. "Fuck. Don't stop. It's so..." she babbled to him in a raspy voice before one of his thrusts cut off her train of thought.

Draco looked down at her and reveled in the fact that it was his body, his cock buried inside her, making her mental. "It's so what, love?" He pressed.

Lyra whined and shook her head. She couldn't remember. She just wanted to fuck him forever. Nothing should feel this good. It was insane.

Draco's eyes fell shut and he tipped his head back to give himself just a moment to get lost in her. He knew he shouldn't, he needed to keep it together for her sake, but he couldn't. She rendered him incapable of control. Her slick muscles were gripping him like a vice and she was emitting the sweetest little cries with every press of his hips. I'll never be free of her, was an inexplicable thought that floated through his lust-drunk consciousness as he surged into her.

Lyra moaned and arched into him desperately. "Come. I want you to," she begged, giving him part of his fantasy. It wasn't remotely selfless. She meant it. She wanted it. She had never wanted anything more in her whole life. She didn't even realize that she was capable of wanting anything so much.

Draco dropped his head to her shoulder with a groan as he drove into her. He whispered her name and surrendered himself to the sublime perfection of her. It was the single greatest thing he had ever felt or done. He would never struggle to cast a Patronus again in his life. Not after this. After her.

Lyra gasped breathlessly as his cock pulsed within her, filling her with the most incredible warmth. She understood intellectually what was happening, but there was nothing that could have prepared her for how good it felt to have him come inside her. It felt like completion, like she'd been missing something precious without him. She knew then that she wanted this everyday. She didn't know how she'd be able to do without it when she left.

After he recovered, he lifted his head and looked at her. She was still panting slightly and the movement of her breath sent the pendant he'd given her flashing against her chest in the low light. It caught his eye and made him feel deliciously possessive. She was his.

His gaze was so intense that it made her blush feverishly. "Hi baby," she said to him in a meek whisper, hoping to break the tension.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her gently. "Sweetheart," he murmured against her lips.

They laid quietly together for a time, Draco's cheek pressed to the swell of her breasts, while she slipped her fingers through the silky strands of his hair.

Later, as he helped her into the bath, his eyes lingered on a small stain of blood on her inner thigh. "Are you in any pain, love?" He asked, once he had her settled comfortably in his lap underneath the warm water.

"Just a little but I..." she hesitated, biting her lip.

"But you what?" He pressed, kissing her neck.

"I like it," she confessed. "It's like I can still feel you."

He nodded and pulled her closer into his arms. Olivia had described the pain to him and said that how a woman felt about it would often be a reflection of how she felt about her partner. If she didn't care for him, she would resent the lingering soreness. If she did, she would accept it, perhaps even cherish it.

"I love you," she said plainly, as if she had read his thoughts. It was entirely possible that she had. He didn't mind, and part of him was terrified that he didn't mind. Sharing himself with her made him feel free and real. Normal. It felt good.

"I love you too," he replied, relaxing more deeply into the tub.

There was no talk of him returning to his dorm that night. He slept with Lyra cradled into his chest, her wild black hair all over the place, her steady breath fanning over his neck. It was perfect. She was perfect.