A/N: Links for images of what I picture to be Rose's wedding dress and her choice of bridesmaid dresses are on my profile page! Even though Norah hasn't bought her dress yet, I have her dress selections up as well! As a quick disclaimer, I do NOT own the dresses or the images. I just found them when I did a random google search. I don't own google either. Or Harry Potter. Let's just save time and assume I own NOTHING.
WARNING: This chapter contains EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. NC-17 rating and all that. If you are uncomfortable with that, then you can skip the first part of this chapter and start reading when you reach the first section separation (which, in my stories, is three dots).
I stayed up extra late tonight finishing this chapter for you so reviews would be very much appreciated for my effort also, that means please ignore any late-night-accidental-typos. I was half-asleep when I edited.
Yours,
MofDA
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There was just something extra sexy about snogging in the pitch dark. Norah couldn't see past her nose but she could feel Albus everywhere. She could hear his soft panting breaths. She could taste his lips and tongue as he kissed her in a way that made her toes curl.
With a gasp she wrenched her mouth away from his and wrapped her small hand around his neck to pull him down on top of her. Albus followed her lead, letting his hips settle against hers but still supporting his upper body so he wasn't crushing her small frame.
His button-up shirt was long gone and Norah was now tugging impatiently at his belt. Her hands were shaking and it didn't help her nerves that it had been a while since she'd last slept with a bloke. Her movements were clumsy while his were smooth and sensual.
The thought crossed her mind to just lie back and let him ravish her, but she couldn't bring herself to stop touching him. Al groaned when she finally managed to undo his belt and move her hand into his trousers. Holding his hard hot length in her palm made her nerves even worse. He was bigger than either of the other two guys she had been with. Would it hurt again, like it did her first time? She hoped not. This time with Albus should be nothing but pleasurable for both of them.
His searching hand found the zipper on the side of her dress and he yanked it all the way down to her hip. Without removing the dress, his fingers delved into the opening her undone zipper provided and up to grasp her breast. He gave a growl of approval when he discovered she'd been wearing a strapless lace bra under the dress the whole night. Through the rough material of the lace cup he could feel her smooth flesh and that was what he ached to touch.
Norah gave a whimper when Al lifted himself off of her and knelt between her knees. Still unable to see him in the darkness of her bedroom, she could only feel him as he glided his hands up from her ankles to her knees where the hem of her dress was. He gripped the fabric in both hands and with one fluid motion pulled her dress all the way off her body and threw it carelessly to the floor.
Before she could even process the fact that she was now wearing only a flimsy bra and a matching lace thong, her body was covered by his again. Without the fabric of her dress between them his skin felt even hotter and Norah shivered beneath him, involuntarily opening her legs further.
Albus fitted himself into them and his lips found hers again. Norah was sighing into his mouth with need as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He nipped at her bottom lip and kept going, biting her jaw gently, her neck, her ear, her collarbone, then soothing each nip with a sinful lick of his tongue.
Her hands slid down to grasp his broad shoulders and she loved feeling his muscles ripple beneath her gentle caress. She remembered that her request had been for him to make love to her and that's what he was doing. Loving her body.
Albus could hardly think straight. He fought his baser urges and was focusing on taking his time. He knew that his actions were driving her crazy and he doubted she was even aware of the wanton way she was writhing beneath him and the way little cries of pleasure kept slipping between her swollen lips; lips swollen from his kisses.
Filled with a sense of pride, Al forced his sweat-slicked chest against hers, reveling in the erotic friction of her lace-clad breasts against his hard nipples. When he moved to unclip her bra he was surprised that her hands beat his there, tugging it off herself.
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest at her eagerness. After her bra was gone she began to work on removing his trousers which were still on him. This time it was Al who helped her out. He leaned back to drag them down his own legs and kicked them off. Norah didn't have to say it for him to know that she wanted his underwear gone as well as she let out an angry noise when she reached down to stroke his cock and found another cloth barrier in her way.
Once those were removed as well, he was entirely naked. Norah purred in delight at this and didn't hesitate to touch every inch of him she could reach. She raked her nails lightly up his thighs, trailing around his aching member, up his stomach, chest, shoulders, down his back to his arse where she dug her nails in and pressed his hips down. Albus jerked in surprise and pleasure when she pulled his hips down, causing his cock to rub against more lace.
Norah's hands went back to his hair, pulling on it at the roots, bringing his ear to her mouth. "Please, Al, please," she begged in gasping breaths while rolling her hips up to meet his.
His head spun in desire at hearing those words but he still wanted to be gentle with her. As delicately as he could, he hooked his fingers into her panties and dragged them down, making sure to graze her legs as he went.
His body slid sensually up hers and the tip of his cock barely brushed her opening. Wanting to make sure that she was ready physically as well as mentally, he trailed a hand down her body to run his fingers through her slick folds. Yes, she was more than ready for him. Before entering her, he interlaced both of his hands with hers and pinned them on either side of her head. Trembling with anticipation, Al buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her natural jasmine scent and guided himself into her in a long slow stroke. His hips continued forward until he was completely encased by her tight heat.
The strangled cry that escaped her was one of pleasure with just a hint of pain. He waited lovingly as she adjusted to him, brushing kisses against her skin and moving his hands so they skimmed down her arms, sides, to her hips.
When Norah finally felt ready to continue she moved her hips against his and he groaned into her ear in a way that made her trembling body convulse and nearly orgasm. Keeping their bodies firmly pressed together, he began moving inside of her, not moving his grip from her hips, guiding them so they moved in synchronization with his. He felt her soft hands all over his body as he made love to her; running through his hair, gliding over his back, cradling his face as she turned his head to kiss him.
After having denied themselves for so long they were both impatient. In a frenzy of thrusting, kissing, panting, and blinding pleasure, they reached their climaxes almost at the exact same time, with Albus's following only a moment after Norah's. He continued to grind against her as she rode out the residual waves of ecstasy.
When Norah came down from her high she was vaguely aware of Albus sweetly kissing her face, holding her delicate body against his masculine one in a way that was simultaneously possessive and loving.
Neither of them spoke; there was no need for words right then. Albus tucked her into his side after withdrawing from her body and fell into a peaceful sleep. Norah laid in his embrace awake as tears escaped her eyes. There was no going back now and she knew it. She had given him her heart. Never had she made love to a man like that. Never had she let herself become so vulnerable to another individual.
Never had she felt this happy, this loved, and this cared for.
…..
Leila Potter was not normally prone to jealousy. As a matter of fact she prided herself on not getting jealous. However as she stood at the end of her bed, brushing her hair, staring at the sleeping form of her husband, she found herself positively green with envy.
It simply wasn't fair that he got to sleep for at least another two hours while she had to go to work. Maybe she could call in and say she couldn't make it? Her mother would understand. After all, she'd only been married for a few days. Most people would still be on their honeymoon.
No, she couldn't miss work again. She'd already missed a lot lately because of the impending wedding. With a dark satisfaction she watched as James whimpered in his sleep and fruitlessly searched her empty side of the bed with reaching arms, unconsciously desiring to hold her as he slept.
Leila moved around to his side of the bed, swept his hair back and kissed his forehead. "I have to go to work, I'll see you tonight," she whispered.
"No," her words had woken him. "Come back to bed for a little bit longer. I promise to make it worth your time." His voice was so thick with sleep that it made Leila chuckle.
"Darling, I doubt you could stay awake long enough to fulfill that promise. Have a good practice today."
Still smiling, she Apparated directly into her office at The Quibbler. After her grandfather gave her mother full control of the magazine, Luna had made it a much more profitable business; running all kinds of articles, not just crazy ones. It became so popular, especially with all of the attention from the war, that she had moved the premise from her home to an actual office building.
Just as she began reading through articles that needed editing, there was a knock on her door. "Come in," she called as she set aside the papers she was reading.
"Sorry to bother you, Leila, but is your mother here? I need to see her." Rose Weasley stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"Um, no she's not here yet. What did you need?"
"Well, I, uh, do you promise not to tell James?"
"Of course!" Leila waggled her eyebrows at the blushing redhead. "I love secrets!"
"I write articles for your magazine under a pen name and I was just here to drop off the latest one," Rose held up a finished draft, ready for publishing, of her most recent work.
Leila's mouth dropped open as she read the name on the parchment. "You're Modest Monica?" For the past few years The Quibbler had received articles to run in the paper, always signed by the same mysterious 'Modest Monica' as her pieces were always anything but modest.
Everyone Leila knew looked forward to reading the Modest Monica articles because they were always incredible. Usually hilarious, always a bit risky, 'Modest Monica' always seemed to know things she shouldn't (this often meant the inside scoop on what was going on with Harry Potter's family). The pieces were witty, edgy, entertaining, and there was no real point to them; they were just fun.
Rose bit her lip and nodded. "Erm, yeah, I made up that name in fourth year when I started sending your mum my writing. She's the only person who knows the identity of the mysterious 'Modest Monica' and now you do, too. But you can't tell anyone! My family would probably murder me for some of the stuff I wrote," Rose giggled. Everything she said was always good natured but she could imagine the look on James's face if he discovered that she was the person who described him as 'a Quidditch star who would secretly rather be curled up on his sofa at home reading a romance novel with his cat.'
"You are diabolical," Leila meant this as a compliment as she gave Rose a high-five. "What did you write about this week? Oooh…our wedding…." Leila was reading Rose's article as she spoke. "Ha! You obviously have a good sense of humor if you can make fun of yourself. I especially like this bit: 'The dancing between Rose and Scorpius could have passed as a low-budget porn film reject. Put those tongues back in your mouths, boys, rumor has it that Little Miss Not-So-Innocent is marrying the bloke she used as her own personal stripper pole Saturday night. The wedding is said to be taking place this weekend. Didn't get an invitation? Neither did I. But I'll still be there to get all of the juicy details for you!'"
Rose smirked. "Well I didn't exactly lie. I didn't get an invitation to my own wedding and I will still be there despite that."
Leila laughed openly and looked at Rose with newfound respect. "How can you sit there and talk about yourself like that?"
"Easy, when I write I pretend that I am just an objective observer. People would get suspicious if I talked about everyone in my family except myself. It would be pretty easy to figure out who Modest Monica is if I never took a jab at myself every once in a while."
"This is just absolutely crazy. Thank you for sharing your secret with me. I promise to never tell anyone your true identity no matter how many Chocolate Frogs they try to bribe me with."
Rose snorted. "You make me sound like a superhero."
"Do we have a way to contact you if there's an emergency? It would be really handy if you had your own symbol that we could project up into the sky to get your attention."
"Your knowledge of something so muggle is impressive."
"That's what happens when you're married to James Potter," Leila said this with a smile that lit up her face.
Wanting to change the subject so Leila didn't start going on and on about James and how much she loved him, Rose asked, "What time do you think you'll be done here? I'm really excited to go dress shopping."
"I don't know. 3 o'clock this afternoon at the latest. If I'm not done by then I'll tell Mum that I have plans with you and she'll finish up for me."
"Okay that sounds good. Lily, Roxy, Norah, Dominique, and Lucy will already be there. Along with my mum, probably a few aunts, and maybe even a few other female cousins who want to tag along. My family is impossible."
"I know, but you can't help but love them. Do you know what type of dress you're looking for?"
This was the longest one-on-one conversation Rose had had with Leila ever and she oddly felt herself enjoying it. Albus or Fred would never have asked a question like that. "Yes, I know exactly what I want."
"Are you going to tell me?"
"No, I want it to be a surprise. I should probably let you get back to work now because the sooner you're finished up here the sooner we can go shop for dresses! See you later, Leila!"
"Bye, Rose!"
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Albus Potter woke up slowly. He felt completely exhausted and it took him a few moments to remember why. Even then it came back to him in short descriptive images. Norah. Naked. Hot. Smooth. Sex.
It was the best sex he'd ever had. Despite the fact that he hadn't exactly been with many girls (only three, four including Norah) he knew that she was something special. The feeling of their bodies becoming one, their limbs entwined, was the most addicting thing he'd ever had a taste of. Barely awake and he was craving more.
That was when he fully woke up and realized that Norah's soft body was no longer lying against his. With a muffled grunt he pulled his face up from the pillow it was in and opened his eyes just a slit. Norah wasn't there.
He sat up all the way and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Where was that sweet bird? Albus got out of bed and padded, stark naked, into the kitchen. Ah, there she was. Norah was at the stove cooking, wearing nothing but his button-up shirt. Her brown hair was messy but beautiful as he recalled just how it had become so mused.
"Good morning," he murmured as he snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Oh damn," she pouted. "You're awake! I was going to bring you breakfast in bed."
"Who needs breakfast in bed? What I'd rather have is you in bed." The last few words were spoken in a voice that was an octave lower than his usual tone and it was accompanied with a bite on her ear.
Norah couldn't help but tease him by pressing her bum purposefully into his growing erection. "Sorry, love, but I'm starving! Then I need to shower and Floo Rose because I'm not sure what time she wants me to be there. We're shopping for dresses for her wedding today."
"Sounds…like fun," said Albus in a way that implied he didn't think it sounded like any fun at all.
"Aw, come on, you can't tell me that you like having sex with me so much that you don't even want me to go wedding dress shopping with your cousin because you miss out on a mediocre shag!"
"Mediocre my arse!" he scoffed. "You blew my mind last night. Can we do that every night?"
Norah gave him a wicked smirk. "No." at his surprised and disappointed look, she laughed. "We can do it every morning, every night, and every other opportunity when it presents itself. How does that sound?"
"That sounds like we have an opportunity right now. I can put you on this counter and satisfy you before those eggs are done."
"Prove it."
….
Two hours later Norah found herself finally putting some clothes on. "I feel like I need to shower again because I didn't clean enough the first time."
"Really? The first shower was great for me. I feel refreshed and ready to go. Do you have any other plans for the day besides dress shopping with Rose?"
"Mr. Ollivander wants me to sign a few papers that legally leave the wand shop to me if something were to happen to him. But that will only take a few minutes. Besides that my schedule is open. What about you?"
"I don't have any plans. If all you girls are out shopping maybe I'll spend some time with James and Fred. It's weird now that we're all getting married. It seems like I haven't seen them in forever."
"I hope you have a good time with them," Norah was now glancing in the mirror as she double-checked that this outfit looked good on her. "Do I look like I've been shagging all night and day? I think it's written all over my face that I got lucky."
Al grinned impishly. "I'm the lucky one, Nor, don't forget that. And no, you look like the innocent angel you always are."
….
Rose stayed true to form as everyone left her flat to go to the dress shop. They had an appointment with the best designer in wizarding London. Hermione had suggested keeping her options open by looking at muggle shops as well as wizard ones but Rose was stubborn.
"This is what I want," Rose handed the hand drawn sketch to the woman after only a brief introduction. "Do you have anything close to this?"
The woman studied the sketch that Rose had drawn up herself and nodded. "I have a dress very similar. A few minor differences, but if you'd like I can transfigure it so that it's closer to the one in the picture."
"I'd love to try it on. Don't worry about the cost of any alterations, money is no object." Everyone with Rose looked at each other. Some had looks of surprise while others had expected her to be like this.
Hermione, Ginny, and Victoire along with the six bridesmaids accompanied Rose on this shopping trip and all nine of them waited only a few minutes as Rose disappeared into a fitting room with the witch who was helping her. They could hear muffled conversation, a few hasty spells (presumably Transfigurations on the gown) and Rose emerged.
The dress was so perfect that at first nobody spoke. Everyone had different tastes in clothes, everyone had an ideal dress in mind for her wedding day, but everyone was in agreement that this was the dress for Rose Weasley. It was modest yet still showed off her generous curves. It was old fashioned but with a modern twist. It was formal but not over the top.
"It's gorgeous!"
"Godric, your boobs look great in that!"
"Put that veil on and see if it goes with your train."
"You are so beautiful!"
"You have to see yourself, go look in that mirror!"
"Oh Merlin, look at the detail on that lace!"
Everyone was speaking at once and Rose had to hold up her hand to get them all to shut up. "Now that I've found my dress, I need to find dresses for my bridesmaids. I want them to be simple but flattering. Preferably strapless but I don't care what length. Go find something!"
The girls spread out, perusing the bridesmaid gowns in the shop while Rose put her regular clothes back on. By the time she rejoined her shopping party, she had over a dozen different dresses to look at. This took a lot more time than finding her dress.
Finally, after having her bridesmaids model about two dozen different styles, Rose found the one that she liked the best. It was exactly what she described. "What color do you want them in?" asked the witch as she scribbled down notes onto her parchment.
Rose whispered her answer to the witch and then said loudly, "I don't want anyone to know what color they are or see them until they have to put them on for my wedding. Lily, Dom, Leila, Norah, Lucy, Rox, tell her your sizes and the dresses will be shipped to you tomorrow."
Once that was finished, they exited the shop talking excitedly about all of the possible color choices Rose might have picked. Ignoring all of their guesses, Rose instead gave them jobs to do. With such a short amount of time to get a wedding together she was going to get everything done in one trip.
"Lily, take this order to the bakery so they can have the cake ready. Roxy, take this one to the florist. Mum, I need you to pick up my shoes; I already ordered them and they should be in today. Norah and Lucy, you two need to pick up the wedding bands. Scorpius ordered them and I'm not supposed to see them until the wedding so don't tell me what they look like. Aunt Ginny and Victoire, here's a list of decorations that I need you to find for me. Dominique, take this menu to the caterer. As soon as you've finished your errand meet me back at my flat! Go! Go! Go!"
Once everyone scampered, Leila and Rose were left alone. "Are you sure about this, Leila?" Rose asked nervously as she followed the blonde witch toward muggle London.
"Absolutely! I'm so glad you agreed to let me take you shopping for this, Rose! We're going to have so much fun!"
Shopping for lingerie that she was going to be wearing for Scorpius was hardly something that Rose would describe as 'fun' but she was starting to really like Leila and this is what the crazy witch said that she wanted to get Rose for her wedding gift.
"I don't like the two-piece ones, they would show off too much skin," said Rose as they browsed through the store.
"That's the point. Show him what he's getting! Oh, look at this one! You have to try this one on!"
"Try it on? I have to model this for you?" Rose cried, clutching the flimsy garment to her chest.
"Yes, but keep your knickers on. Just put this on over top of the under clothes you're currently wearing. I'll wait right here in this chair, you take these into the fitting room, and I want to see each and every one of them!"
Even though this was the worst part of Rose's day, Leila kept her laughing and she honestly did have a good time. By the time they were finished, Leila had purchased eight different outfits for Rose to wear in the bedroom.
They were, unsurprisingly, the last two to arrive back at her flat. Thank Merlin nobody asked them what had taken them so long and they all bought Leila's story that they just stopped for ice cream and lost track of time.
"So I just got the latest issue of The Quibbler that came out today," commented Dominique. "That cow, Modest Monica, targeted you again, Rose! If I were you I'd hunt her down for calling you a porn-star film reject! As if a porn-star film producer would ever reject you!"
Leila watched in fascination as Rose went along with this perfectly, even going as far as calling 'Modest Monica' a 'no-talent writer who couldn't find a good story if it danced naked in front of her.'
Most of the girls left just before dinnertime and Rose was thankful. It wore her out to be around so many people for so long. When Scorpius arrived at her flat the only ones still there were Norah and Lucy. Norah hadn't told anyone about taking the next step in her relationship with Albus, she didn't feel like it would be an appropriate thing to just throw out there.
Scorpius, however, gave her an odd look as soon as he spotted her. "Norah," his voice held a hint of a threat and she looked up at him in surprise. Had her make-up worn off? Could he see all of the love bites Albus had left on her throat?
"Yes?"
"Not that I don't like seeing you happy, but I really hope that Albus isn't the reason for the glowing smile you're sporting today."
Norah laughed to cover her nervousness. "You're ridiculous, Scor, I just had a really good time with the girls. Albus and I haven't done anything you're accusing me of."
"Merlin, Hufflepuffs are shit at lying. And now I'm going to have to either castrate Albus Potter or go give him a stern talk about how to treat my cousin."
Norah blushed a light pink and Scorpius groaned as this confirmed his suspicions. "If I didn't enjoy spending my nights with Rose as much as I do then I would demand that Albus stay here and I sleep at your flat with you for the rest of the week, but as it is, I rather like my sleeping arrangements as they are. So do whatever the hell you want but stop strutting around looking like you've just had the best shag of your life."
This time when Norah laughed it was genuine. She hugged Scorpius tightly and whispered so only he would hear. "Rose is a lucky girl, Scorpius, you're the best cousin ever!"