Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter book series or movie adaptations.

Note: Have a second chapter, since the last one took so long!

Warning: A large portion of this chapter is lemons. If you're a minor, my advice is to not read these portions.

Chapter Eleven: Laik

Dearest Rose and Scorpius,

Our hope for you both is that you learn to love each other as dearly as we love each other. Ours was an arranged marriage as well, but that doesn't mean that it was - or your marriage is - any less happy than it could be otherwise. We love you both.

Love,

Draco and Astoria

At the reception, Scorpius and I had set up a box for our guests to use to write and submit their well wishes for us. That was why, an hour after he and I arrived at the hotel that we were to stay in during our honeymoon, we sat on our bed, still in our wedding clothes, reading notes together.

When we made it to the end of the box, Scorpius and I sat in silence for a long moment. The silence was a thick one, a heavy one. We were each thinking the same thing.

The curse.

"How will we know if it's gone or not?"

Scorpius' eyes snapped to mine when I spoke. The answer to my question, of course, was simple. He would have to test it. He knew it as well as I did. His eyes were stony as he answered, however. "I don't want to force you to do anything," he said.

"We have to know, Scorpius," I said. "You don't have to tell me to do anything big. Just something small, to test it out. It'll be easy. Do it really quickly, and then we'll know."

He pursed his lips for a moment, thinking, before looking down at my dress, which was still on and, if I was being honest, was starting to feel rather snug. "Go get ready for bed," he said finally, with finality, eyes searching mine.

I felt something like a light scratch behind my eyes, and a voice in my head told me to do as he asked. I frowned, but resisted. I blinked a few times to make the scratching stop. Within a minute, the voice was gone too.

Scorpius let out a breath at the exact same time that I did when I told him what had happened. "It didn't work," I said, surprised.

"It didn't work," Scorpius echoed.

I grinned and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his softly. He tensed and pulled away. "Wait," he said. "Rose."

I pulled back, confused. A small part of my brain was almost hurt. "What is it?" I asked.

Scorpius must have seen my emotions on my face, because his eyes widened. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad," he said quickly, "I just need you to be sure that this is what you want."

I blinked. He was right.

I hadn't been myself in months. Not since this debacle had started in June. I was always stubborn, strong-willed, and above all else independent. Since this had begun, I had been unsure, even downright timid. I had let life happen to me instead of making it what I wanted it. At that moment, I decided to make a decision.

I leaned forward again and kissed my husband, more sure this time. Instead of pulling away, Scorpius put one hand on my cheek and let the other one rest on my hip. My gown swished softly as I moved it to better face him, pressing my chest against his.

A few moments later, Scorpius had laid down, and I laid beside him on the pillows as we continued to kiss. One of his hands was tugging at my skirt, pulling it up to rest on my thigh, still covering me but exposing enough skin that he could feel the heat of my thigh in his hand. I pulled my fingers through his soft blond hair as he pulled away from my mouth to kiss down my jawline and onto my neck.

I threw my leg over his, pulling him closer to me. He groaned as I felt his hardened manhood press against me through his pants, and I hissed as he sucked on the space where my neck met my shoulder.

He pulled back to look into my eyes, his irises darkened and his pupils dilated. I imagined that I must have looked a mess, but he didn't seem to care much. "Do you want me as much as I want you?" he asked.

I bit my lip and nodded. Immediately, Scorpius backed away from me and I almost whined. "Will you let me help you out of your dress?" he asked.

I stood up, turning my back to him so that he could unzip my dress for me. He did so quickly, pulling the sides of the zipper apart to kiss the newly exposed skin as he did so. Within a moment the dress was loose enough that I could pull it apart without problem.

As the gown slid down to the floor and I pulled my slip over my head, I was glad that he was behind me. I was sure that, had I been watching his face at that moment, I would have been mortified. Nonetheless, I turned and watched as his eyes raked down my body.

He swallowed thickly, and I took a moment to pull the comb and pins from my hair, which tumbled down my back immediately. He was still staring when I was done, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest abashedly. "What?" I asked, embarrassed.

Scorpius shook himself before looking back into my eyes. "You're beautiful," he said, pulling his suit jacket off and dropping it beside my dress. He started to undo his shirt buttons, but I put my hands over his to stop him.

"Let me do it," I said.

I undid each of his buttons as quickly as I could, kissing each bit of exposed skin as I went, admiring the hard muscles that I uncovered. When all of the buttons were undone, I helped him pull off his shirt, and then we made quick work of his pants as well.

He sat on the edge of the bed, myself in front of him, both of us naked save for our undergarments, for about ten seconds before I decided that I had had enough waiting. I straddled him, his hands resting on my hips, and kissed him passionately as I reveled in the feeling of his hardness pressed against my entrance through our clothes. I could already feel myself getting wet, and I knew that he would be ready whenever I was.

"Scorpius," I said, pulling my lips away from his. He hummed as he kissed down my neck again. "I want you to touch me."

In less than three seconds I was on my back, my head on the pillows as he knelt beside my legs. His eyes were hooded as he hooked his fingers around my knickers and looked at me for approval. I nodded and he pulled them down, leaving my stockings and garters secured, before moving between my legs.

His hands kneaded my thighs for a moment before gently, probingly, moving higher. Another moment and he had a finger in me, groaning when he felt how wet I was already.

He pushed his finger, just one, in and out slowly a few times before adding another and beginning to go a little bit faster, just the way he knew I liked. It surprised me for a moment that he was able to even remember that; it seemed like a million years ago that we had last done anything like this. I moaned his name, tangling my fingers in his hair, as he continued like that for what could have been ten seconds or ten minutes.

As I started to get closer to my completion, Scorpius began to rub his thumb in gentle circles over my clit, and I arched my back and bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut. "Fuck, Rose," Scorpius groaned, and the sound was the last thing that I needed to push me over the edge.

When I opened my eyes again, Scorpius was kneeling between my legs, looking completely enthralled by me. He swallowed thickly. "Rose," he all but whispered, "I want to fuck you."

I bit my lip. My entire body was still tingling and sensitive. "Please," I said.

In a moment, Scorpius had removed his boxers and begun to move between my legs, but I shook my head. "I want to be on top," I said.

Scorpius looked confused, but nodded and moved to lay on his back. I sat up and unclipped my bra, pulling it off before moving to straddle his legs. I grabbed my wand from where it laid on my bedside table and muttered the contraceptive incantation over my stomach before taking his shaft in my hand and positioning it under me.

I moved slowly, Scorpius' eyes half lidded as he watched me sink down on his cock. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sensation; it wasn't painful, but it was foreign, and not altogether pleasant at first. I moved up and down exploratively a few times, taking in Scorpius' reactions whenever I did so, and within a few moments we had a rhythm and it started to feel indescribably amazing to me, and hopefully for him as well.

I leaned forward to kiss him, never stopping what I was doing, and one of his hands squeezed by breasts while the other one circled my clit slowly. I was just getting close when he pulled away from my lips. "I'm not going to last," he groaned, and I nodded, replacing the finger he had circling my clit with my own and circling faster, desperately trying to keep the same pace all the while.

He and I climaxed at the same time, and I all but screamed with the force of the orgasm that shook me. A moment later, when I felt like I could move again, I began to move off of him, and I felt his semen begin to leak down the inside of my thighs. It was in equal measure very hot and very gross to me.

I looked at him and smiled as I moved. "I'll need a shower," I said. "You're welcome to join me, if you want."

And so started the first night of our very long honeymoon.

Scorpius and I spent the majority of the rest of the time that we were on our honeymoon in our hotel room, either talking or enjoying the comforts and pleasures of our marital bed. Unfortunately, as it is with everything else, our time had to come to an end.

The Malfoys had spoken to me at length about what Scorpius and I wanted following our honeymoon, and we had decided that while Malfoy Manor was lovely, we wanted our own place. Because of this, we had been designated the second Malfoy estate, which Scorpius lovingly called the Haven, because when he was a child his parents had brought him there any time that they had needed a break from family politics (or anything else causing them stress).

The Haven was two stories tall, with a guest bathroom, a library, a kitchen, a formal dining room, a ballroom, and a sitting room on the first floor. The second floor had six bedrooms and a bathroom attached to each one, plus two offices. I'd told the Malfoys that it was unnecessarily big for just the two of us (a comment that had soured after Narcissa found out that we weren't going to try for children immediately), but they'd insisted that in comparison to their other properties, it was modest.

It took me about a week after our honeymoon ended to completely move in and unpack all of my boxes. Scorpius and I each had our own offices, and we soon fell into a rhythm when it came to work. I found myself enjoying his company more and more every day, but nonetheless we agreed that if we had the doors to our offices closed, there was a reason for that, and we didn't need disturbed.

My wedding to Scorpius had made headlines, as was expected, and in the aftermath of that my column at the Prophet got even more attention than usual. My editor was happy with that, and with Scorpius' permission, I published a front-page article documenting the wedding from a first-hand point of view, from how we decided on the decorations to why none of my cousins were in the wedding party.

Life in the coming weeks fell into a comfortable rhythm, the only hiccups being when Scorpius accidentally phrased something as a command rather than a request, which became increasingly less frequent when he realized what he was doing. For a few short months, I almost thought that life with Scorpius could be almost perfect.

And then the spell turned blue.