Author's Note - This chapter ends with smut. I put a page break in so you can stop if you'd like. Thanks for reading and special thanks to Shhh. I'm an alien for the nice review! -MM


November 2008
Wizarding London, England
Thursday Evening

Lyra flooed into the sitting room of Narcissa Malfoy's London townhouse just after seven. She jumped to see Draco already waiting off to the side for her as she stepped into the room.

"Good Evening, sweetheart. You look gorgeous," he said to her, bending to press a kiss to her cheek. She wore a strapless fit and flare cocktail dress in navy with her Spellman's charmed to a deep red with ribbon wraps around her ankles. Her hair was up in a high sleek bun which had the effect of making her neck look long and smooth. Draco eyed it and her chest with heated interest.

"Hi, thank you. You scared me," she replied, leaning into him.

"I'm sorry," he replied, offering her his arm and leading her towards the door. "Let's keep to the back of the room, if you don't mind. Most of the press has moved on, but there could still be a photographer or two lingering in the bush and I'd hate for tomorrow's paper to expose that my mother and I passed the evening eating a beautiful dark haired witch while performing slug magic.

"No, of course. You deserve to eat a beautiful dark haired witch while performing slug magic in peace. I mean, it's ridiculous what the world is coming to. The vultures," Lyra quipped.

Draco laughed and led her down a marble staircase bringing her to the back of the house into a dining room with murals of lush forests decorating the walls, moving as if animated by an unseen wind. The curtains were a deep purple and the ceiling was bright blue and had a unique lighting fixture in the center that mimicked a high sun.

"Lovely," Lyra remarked to herself, looking about.

"This is all my mother," he explained. "After the Second, the Ministry revoked all of our spacial manipulation permits, but this room used to be an actual forest. Mother would spend the majority of her life outside I think, if she could."

"Well, why can't she? She's an intelligent woman with access to resources. Hopefully, with your father out of the way, I'll see a picture in the Prophet soon of her on top of Mt. Everest," Lyra said, smiling up at him.

"Everest? Oh heavens no. Too cold. I was rather thinking Bermuda." Mrs. Malfoy said, entering the room looking resplendent in a deep green dress with cap sleeves and a structured bodice. She was in her early fifties but looked to be about 40 on an off day. She was lovely. She made her way over to the couple and greeted Lyra with a kiss on each cheek.

"It's so nice to see you, my dear, and twice in one day!" The blonde witch greeted. "I hope my son has made you feel welcome."

"Oh, he's done his best, I suppose. Only threatened to cannibalize me once though. He's not sick is he?" she questioned, looking up at him with false concern and bringing the backs of her fingers to his cheek to test his temperature.

Draco snorted and caught her fingers, bringing them to his mouth for a quick kiss before dropping her hand.

Narcissa smiled prettily at their display of affection.

"I wanted to thank you again for agreeing to the interview today. I know it must have been very hard for you to go through that. You were both very brave," Lyra said to Narcissa sincerely, squeezing Draco's arm.

Narcissa smiled weakly. "You would think that after being born into that kind of worldview, giving it up would feel like a betrayal of your ancestors," she said with a long sigh. "I honestly feel nothing. It feels like freedom. Maybe your great-great grandfather was the lucky one afterall," she mused sadly.

Lyra released Draco's arm and moved in next to his mother, leading her on a little stroll around the room. "Well, it wasn't all good, you know. One of my favorite stories about Phineas is how he ended up with food poisoning from the Southside fish markets three different times because his mother Ursula never taught him how to spell a cod. I mean, after one time you would think that he'd get on that! He could have died! I personally don't think he was the sharpest tool in the shed..."

Draco watched with amusement as Lyra told his mother stories about the fledgling misadventures of the Black family in America, making her laugh more than once, which was quite a feat. He couldn't believe this witch would even give them the time of day, let alone comfort his mother and provide him an anchor to the world after what his father and he had put her through. She was an incredible mystery and he felt like he could spend the rest of his life worshiping at her feet and it still wouldn't be enough.

A bell sounded and plates started appearing on the table from the kitchens below. Draco helped his mother and Lyra to their seats.

Lyra was more of a stew and whiskey kind of person, but did her best with the delicacies that were paraded before her during the meal. Draco informed his mother that Lyra was a sucker for pancakes and Lyra may have actually squealed at the fruit and chocolate crepes that appeared for dessert.

Lyra moderated her crepe consumption with herculean effort so Narcissa wouldn't think her a pig. She glanced forlornly at them as she left the room with Draco to retreat back upstairs for drinks. Mrs. Malfoy saw herself down to the kitchens to do some planning for tomorrow's menu.

"What would you like? We've got a bit of everything," he explained, motioning at the well stocked bar in the back of the sitting room. He spelled the curtains shut so they could move freely and joined Lyra who was examining the selection.

"It's half brandy," she mused.

He frowned at her. "I'm sorry for ruining that for you," he said sincerely.

She looked back up at him with a sad smile. "You should be." She gently checked his arm with her shoulder to lighten the mood. "I think that, as a penance, you need to find me something to replace it."

He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. "I'll give it a go," he said, installing himself behind the bar to do some alchemy for her.

Leaning on the bar top and resting her chin in her hand, she watched him work. He really was handsome, even more so when he was singularly focused on a task, like making a drink, learning a new spell or nailing her on a dining room table. Even without his attractive features, his intensity was sexy as hell.

Lyra bit her lip and felt the heat rise in her belly. Draco was oblivious to all of this, of course, which only served to make it worse. He plunked two tumblers down on the bar and filled them with a frothy amber concoction from a shaker. Lyra hadn't seen what he'd used because she'd been too focused on his face, his back, his hands.

"Try that," he said, pushing one of them towards her.

She responded by reaching across the bar, grabbing him by the collar and bringing him in for a long, languid kiss.

She pulled back eventually, and grabbed her drink, leaving Draco staring across at her cloudy-eyed and dazed.

"What was that for?" He asked with an easy smirk.

"You're good looking," she shrugged. "It really is a damn shame about your personality though," Lyra informed him, looking away and sipping on her drink.

He snorted and came around to stand next to her as she sipped. When she lowered her glass he moved in to kiss her again but she stopped him by putting her hand to his lips, never tearing her eyes from the drink in her hand.

"Oh my god," Lyra muttered.

"What?" Draco inquired, his warm breath puffing against her fingers.

"This is amazing. What's in this?" She asked, lowering her hand.

"Er, scotch with water, touch of clove and cardamom," he answered.

"You don't say," she mused, swirling the drink around. "I love it, thank you," she said pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

They enjoyed their drinks, leaning on the bar and finding excuses to touch each other. By the time they finished, Lyra had a pretty blush on her cheeks and was excitedly telling him something about her fight with Harry while he absently trailed his fingertips back and forth across one of her exposed collarbones.

"Come home with me," he interrupted in a husky voice.

Lyra was too distracted by his touch and the timbre of his voice to be mad at him for not paying attention. She looked up at him a moment, her breath quickening.

"I can't, I work tomorrow," she said in a heated whisper.

"I have a Floo, Lyra. You can get there the same way," he said undeterred.

"I...I don't have any clothes," she stuttered.

"You can wear my clothes," he said lowly as he pressed his whole hand, warm and heavy, into the skin over her heart. "Or, you know, no clothes."

She rolled her eyes at him and smirked, but pressed into his hand which he slid up to circle the back of her slim neck, pulling her in close to plant feather-light kisses along her hairline.

Lyra's aroused, scotch-addled train of thought went something like this: You shouldn't go, Black. What are you doing? You're leading him on. Are you leading him on? I wonder if he'll put you on all fours if you ask. Holy shit...you should go.

She pulled away after a minute and quirked her eyebrow at him. "I'll tell you what, make me one more," she said shaking her glass, "and I'll go. But I'm running home first, for clothes."

He snatched the tumbler out of her small hand and practically lept back behind the bar to make them another round.

Narcissa entered at that moment and joined them for a drink, chatting innocently with them as the tension crackled between Draco and Lyra.

Lyra said goodnight to them and flooed back to the Savoy to throw a set of work clothes in a bag before hopping back in the fireplace to call out the address Draco had given her.


He was on her before she'd even stepped out. He pulled her to him roughly and slammed his lips into hers. She responded with equal fervor by tossing her bag aside and rushing her hands to the front of his shirt to remove his tie and undo his buttons. Draco started steering her by the hips towards his bedroom while she clumsily pulled the pins from her hair letting the length of it cascade down her back.

He fisted her dark hair in one of his hands and pulled firmly to extend her neck. The rough action made Lyra emit a throaty moan that Draco felt straight in his gut. He began sucking possessive little marks into the skin behind her ear and down to her chest.

They arrived in his bedroom and Lyra threw her arms around his neck, just hanging on to him, so she could catch her breath. He bent down to her and nuzzled his nose along hers, bringing their foreheads together.

"Turn around," he whispered.

She complied and brought her long hair over her shoulder to expose her back to him. He ghosted his fingers down the nape of her neck to the zip of her dress. He unzipped it at a maddeningly slow rate, peppering kisses along her shoulders. She sighed when, at long last, her dress fell to the ground at her feet.

He looked down at her naked back, nothing the appealing way that her spine curved gracefully into her firm ass which was tucked into a pair of low waisted black panties. He brought an arm around to her front and ran his hand along the outside of her sex over them. Her honey was already soaking through, which made him groan while she whined a little, leaning into his touch.

She turned to face him and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, following her movements with appreciative gazes at his body. She undid his belt and got his trousers and underwear down to the ground around his ankles. Draco did the rest, hopping out of his shoes and socks quickly to extend a hand to Lyra helping her step out of the dress pooled beneath her.

He pushed her by the hips to sit at the foot of the bed. "Move up, love," he said in a gravely voice.

Lyra went first to untie the ribbons of her heels.

"Leave them on," Draco directed her, in a serious tone.

She smirked at him and slid herself up the bed so she was laid out for him, her tan legs accented sensuously by the red satin of her shoes. She put her hands behind her head and crossed her legs at the ankle, looking the picture of ease. He grabbed her calves and uncrossed her legs slowly, spreading them wide across the bed. He reached up to remove her underwear and pulled back to look at her hotly for a moment before diving back in.

Lyra expected him to crawl up to her for some deep kisses before pushing himself inside her and fucking her until her brain was mush. She was not prepared for Draco to possessively latch on to her, burying his face between her thighs. "Oh my god," she moaned as his tongue hit her for the first time in forever. He ate her like the oysters at dinner, slowly and like he owned the damn place.

He was driving her crazy, applying the most dizzying combination of suction to her clit, long swipes between her folds and persistent rhythmic pressure with his fingers moving inside her. She found herself saying some very unladylike things to him about how he was making her feel. "Holy fuck, baby, you're so amazing."

The only response she got to that was a cocky grunt and the continued sound of her dripping sex making happy, wet sounds around his fingers.

When she could take it no longer, her body went rigid and her core pulsed around Draco's digits. She moaned his name as her hips sprang back to life in little thrusts as she came down and fell boneless back into the bed.

Her calves were wrapped around Draco's waist, squeezing him pleasantly with just a light scratch of her heels on his skin. That in addition to her sublime performance coming for him left him with an iron stiff erection pressing painfully into the bed under him...and also a hand cramp. Small price to pay.

He pulled back and rested his head on her lower abdomen while she carded her fingers through his soft hair and caught her breath.

"That was...holy hell..." she breathed.

He laughed and nuzzled into her hip.

Why is he so sweet right now? Lyra wondered, running her nails along his scalp. She found herself thinking back to the interview from earlier in the day. She knew it was hard for him to talk about that part of his life. He wasn't proud of it and knowing that his old rival wanted to be the one asking the questions...she got why he was upset. And hearing him talk...he'd spent a lot of time at the mercy of other people, being told what to do, how to think, who to be. Being abused. Being a pawn. It was unfair. He's had a shit day...and kind of a shit decade. Give him something nice, she thought to herself.

Suddenly, Lyra had an idea. An incredible idea. "Baby, let me up," she commanded.

Draco grumbled in protest but freed her from under his weight.

Lyra pulled herself off the bed and stood, looking at the pile of clothes on the floor. She retrieved his black collared shirt and put it on, rolling up the sleeves and leaving it unbuttoned. She fluffed her hair out and turned back to Draco, hoping this, combined with her red heels, would have the desired effect.

His eyes shined dark, like mercury, as he looked at her in his clothes. The shirt parted perfectly to frame her breasts and trailed down to her upper thighs. He looked at the way her hips rounded beautifully and couldn't help fixating on the shining combination of her arousal and his spit glittering decadently on her inner thighs.

She chuckled and he realized he'd been staring for quite some time.

"See something you like?" She asked, innocently.

He stood and walked up to her, his erection bobbing salaciously as he moved. She smirked at him deviously before jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist.

He backed them up to his bedroom wall and wasted no time in sliding inside her with a hard thrust. She was wet and swollen from her recent climax and the resistance she put up against his entry was exquisite and had him sighing deeply as he buried his face in her shoulder. She smelled like eucalyptus and cool rain wrapped in sandalwood. Wrapped in him. It was perfect. It was them. Together.

Lyra felt a little silly about it, but she loved that seeing her in his shirt drove him crazy. She also loved the feeling of his strong arms holding her up and the incredible depth he could reach inside her from this position.

"I love it when you go deep," she said with a sigh.

He slammed her back against the wall and changed his angle, plunging even further inside her. She cried out, losing herself in the feeling.

After several incredible minutes of hard fucking against the wall, Lyra felt a slight tremor in his arms. There was her chance. She really wanted this for her, but had a sneaking suspicion that he'd love it just as much, if not more. "Put me back on the bed, baby," she purred into his ear.

He carried her over and lowered her down gently. He was about to pitch his body on top of hers when she stopped him, sat up and put a hand on his chest. She kissed him deeply and desperately, throwing a little teeth in there at the end to give it an aggressive edge. She then stood and turned around, letting his cock paint a wet brushstroke against the soft flesh of her bottom.

She nuzzled the crown of her head into the space beneath his chin. "Like this. I want you to fuck me like this," she whispered before crawling to the center of the bed on her hands and knees.

The site of her ass being presented to him this way, peaking out from the edge of one of his dress shirts had him literally salivating. Gods, I love this woman, he thought to himself as he moved up behind her and grabbed her forcefully by the waist, causing his little witch to squeak with delight.

He flipped up the edge of the shirt, revealing more of her perfect skin to him and brought her back towards him. He positioned his cock against her and made long thrusts over her engorged flesh, wetting himself again before guiding himself back inside. He pushed until his hips were flush with her soft curves. She arched beautifully and leaned back into him, seeking an even deeper connection.

"Gods, Lyra," he groaned.

She just whined and repeated the action, rounding her spine up like a cat, then slamming herself back down on him. That was it. He grabbed her and started fucking into her pliant body forcefully.

Holy shit, I think I'm going to be permanently crosseyed, Lyra thought to herself. "Don't stop, baby. Oh my god," she babbled to him in encouragement and he rewarded her with a extra hard thrust that made her scream his name.

Draco was getting close. He loved taking her this way, but he wanted more contact with her body. He gripped her hips firmly and sat back on his haunches, pulling her with him, his cock still buried inside her. He brought her back to his chest and banded his arms around her breasts and middle in a crushing embrace.

Lyra tilted her head back on to his shoulder for support, breathing airy moans in response to each thrust. She relocated his hand that was around her waist and placed it between her legs.

"I'm close," she breathed into his ear. "Touch me. Come inside me."

He grunted in response and sunk his teeth gently into her cloth covered shoulder.

He flicked roughly at her clit and she arched into his touch. She reached a hand around to grip him firmly by the back of the neck to keep him close to her.

"Don't let me go," she pleaded as she fell over the edge, shuddering in his arms.

"I've got you," he breathed into her hair as he lost himself in the molten grip of her climax. He pulled her as close to him as he could and groaned indecently as he came inside her in several hard pumps.

Lyra turned to jelly in his arms afterwards. She made a weak little noise of satisfaction and started planting lazy kisses along his jaw as he panted, coming down from his high. She sat into him a little deeper and clenched herself around his dick, which was softening inside her. It made Draco shiver.

"Merlin, witch. You're insatiable," he muttered into her hair.

She chuckled and nuzzled into his neck. "I just like you is all. Don't make it weird."

He squeezed her around the middle with his arms. "I like you too," he answered before pulling out of her and gently guiding her on to her back. He followed her, laying down on his side and placing his palm on her naked stomach, rubbing his thumb over the divot of her belly button. "And to think. You wasted all that time getting clothes. You look better in mine," he told her.

"Oh yeah? You didn't like the dress? Cuz I feel like you liked the dress," she quipped back at him.

"I liked the dress, but I like this more," he replied, trailing his hand down to the warm trim between her legs, now sticky with the fruits of their recent exploits.

"So I'll just wear this to work tomorrow then," she quipped deviously, arching her hips to press her mound into his hand.

He growled and yanked on her, pulling her back to his chest and spooning his body possessively around hers. "No," he said definitively.

She laughed, guiding one of his warm hands to cover an exposed breast, which he palmed appreciatively. "I'm cold, baby," she whispered to him with a yawn, snuggling into his arms.

He reached down for the comforter crumpled at the foot of the bed and threw it over them both before wrapping himself around her again and falling into a deep, sated sleep.