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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There is also referenced child marriage and sexual content. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: Just to be absolutely clear, Narcissa is graduated from Hogwarts when the sex at the end of this happens.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Slytherin MC (x2); Magical MC (x2); Lunar Ear; Setting Sail; Ship Sails; Old Shoes (Y); Green Ribbon; Bucket Listing (Y); In a Flash
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 03
Subject (Task No.): Astronomy (Task#4: Write about a day or night that seems endless."
Other Hogwarts Challenges:365 [169](Lucius Malfoy); Fantastic Beasts [145]("...stronger..."); Auction [D18-A1]("Sweet Child of Mine" by GnR)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (Icicles)[Bingo](1B - Moving In Together); Chim [Dextrin] ("Wait for It" from Hamilton); Fire (Femme Fatale); Garden [Ship Ahoy!](Icicles)
Representation(s): Narcissa Black Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: CM (Yogin); War (Monomania; Ennui)
Word Count: 583 words

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Sweet Love of Mine
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Theirs was not truly a love match.

Lucius had originally been betrothed to her oldest sister Andromeda. Yet in her seventh year, Andromeda had not only gotten herself ruined by a muggle-born, she had gone one step further and had secretly bonded the mongol. By the time the treason had been discovered, Bellatrix (who would normally had inherited the contract as next oldest Black daughter) had been contracted to marry the Lestrange heir.

As the last eligible daughter, Narcissa had found herself engaged to Lucius when she had been a full month and a half away from becoming a teenager. To ensure there would be no further embarrassing mishaps, Abraxas had pushed for a quick fulfillment of the contract. Which is how an eighteen-year-old Lucius had ended up married to a thirteen-year-old Narcissa. While unions with age differences both large and small were not uncommon among pure-blood circles, it was still rather frowned upon.

Not that Narcissa had ever shown an inclination to break contract or betray the oaths of her bond. Lucius might have been tempted to seek sexual partners outside of his union, at least for the first few years while he waited for Narcissa to grow to a more attractive age, but he found that the idea did not appeal to him overly much. No witch or wizard he had ever met seemed to hold even a flicker of the fire that Narcissa had even as a child still growing into womanhood.

He found himself seeking her out when she was home from Hogwarts on break, and even visiting Hogsmeade during the weekends when students were allowed to visit. He could listen to her speak for hours on any topic. It did not take long for her to wrap him completely around her finely-boned little fingers, like a cord that had been tied around the very heart of his soul.

There was no task too great, no quest to arduous, that he would not undertake just to see her beautiful smile. He would sooner wound himself than do anything that might cause her even an ounce of pain. He could write sonnets to the beauty of her physical form and the perfection of her soul.

And when they were finally able to consummate their bond, he spent his entire focus on showing her just how much he had come to adore her. Time had no real meaning that night. The only markings that it continued to move forward at all was the moans of pleasure that he wrung from Narcissa's sweet throat and the screams that signaled each time she reached completion. He did not care about his own pleasure, only for hers.

It was only as the sun had begun to rise after that endless night of pleasure, that Narcissa had finally taken matters into her own hands. She had pushed him flat on his back with surprising amount of force. Lucius grunted in surprise as she straddled his waist with her hands pressing his shoulders to the bed.

"You're a lot stronger than I expected you to be," he muttered, half to himself. Narcissa gave him a smile that would have been equally at home on a mermaid seeing its dinner.

"I'm a witch, my love," she told him. "I'm always going to be stronger than you expect me to be."

And with those words, she sank down on his hard cock and rode him until they both came together just as the sun completely left the horizon.