M rated for the first bit :)


March 2009
Nomaj Manhattan, New York
Saturday Afternoon

He took her slowly. Readying her with his fingers and his mouth before pushing into her tight passage.

Lyra gasped from the burn. It hurt for just a second, but even the hurt felt good. It felt right.

After the pain subsided, Lyra took Draco's face in both of her hands. "Do you feel that?" She asked, rolling her hips up to meet his.

He grunted. "Yes," he breathed out.

"That is where you belong," she informed him, repeating the action and causing a heated moan to escape her own lips.

She flexed her smooth inner muscles around his stiff cock and he hissed. She smiled deviously up at him. "That is what you deserve," she murmured hotly, pulling his mouth down to hers, swallowing his growl.

He kissed her deeply, allowing her to move for them. He pulled out of the kiss to catch his breath after she increased the tempo of her work.

"Fuck, Lyra," he groaned, looking down at her little body writing underneath his, her warm, wet core stroking him to perfection.

"I missed you so much," Lyra whispered to him.

Draco gripped her waist with one hand and started pumping into her with some force. He knew she was out of practice, but he trusted her to tell him if it was painful.

He got the distinct impression that it was not, in fact, painful. She threw her head back and let him drive into her, begging him to continue.

He laid his cheek down on the pillow and brought his mouth level with her ear. "There is nothing in the world that makes me feel more complete than you do." He whispered, shifting to cradle her head gently in one hand.

Lyra whimpered.

He kissed the space behind her ear then traveled down to press slow kisses into her neck. She gasped and reached down to grip onto his hips.

"Anything inside me that is decent has your name written all over it." He confessed to her between kisses.

He pulled back to look at her. She was clinging to him desperately, trying to minimize the space between them. Draco's chest tightened pleasantly at the sight of her like this. He never felt more wanted, more understood or more worthy than when she reached for him. She made him better, made him something other than what he was born to. It was her. It had always been her.

He felt her come around him then, her silken sheath milking him rhythmically in time to her climax. He loved that feeling. It felt possessive, like her body was claiming his.

After she recovered, she started encouraging him to come inside her. Telling him how good it felt, how warm it made her, how much she wanted it and how fucking hot it was. He didn't need the incentive, he was practically done for, but he liked hearing her say it all the same. After just a bit more stimulation, he buried himself as deep as he could and marked her body as if it were and extension of his own.

He hadn't come inside his witch in so long that the rush of his release nearly knocked the wind out of him. He collapsed down on to her, pillowing his head on the soft wave of her hair. His future wife's hair, he thought to himself, feeling dizzy from happiness and the fact that all of his blood was still trapped in his groin.


They stayed in bed until the sun went down, kissing, talking and making love. Lyra was on her stomach, resting her forearms on Draco's ribs, telling him a story about the time her coworker Carmen got turned into a clock during a raid when Draco couldn't contain his excitement any longer and had to stop her.

"Can I show you something? I promise I will resume diligently listening to...whatever it is you're on about afterwards," he said, with false contrition.

Lyra raised an annoyed eyebrow at him. At her future husband, she thought to herself, letting the butterflies bang around in her stomach. "It better be good," she replied.

He jumped out of bed, stark naked, and left the room. Lyra flipped over and pulled the sheet up under her arms, tamed her hair into a low ponytail and ran her hands decadently over her body, feeling happy, smug and very well fucked.

Draco strolled back into the room like he owned the place. He sat in front of her while she rested her back on the headboard of her bed. He handed her a little scroll of parchment and Lyra looked back at him confused.

"Mum had Scorpius on Tuesday and he just casually mentioned to her, in his way, that you and I were going to get married. I know I don't need to tell you the kind of fit that sent my mother into," Draco began.

Lyra's eyes widened nervously.

"I told her, sweetheart. I told her what happened, but you know how she is. Anyway, that business she pulled me away for today was for this. Said she wanted me to have it 'just in case.'"

He put a little red box on her thigh and Lyra stopped breathing.

"Don't put it on unless you really love it. It's got a rather particular kind of magic associated with it. She explains it all in there," he said motioning to the scroll in Lyra's hand.

Lyra swallowed hard and opened the parchment.

Lyra,
You are a kind and intelligent woman with a boundless love for both Draco and my grandson. There is nothing more I could want in a daughter-in-law. I'd like to offer you a Black family heirloom to wear as a symbol of your engagement. This ring was last worn by my mother and has been in my family, in our family, for five generations. It bears all of the standard protection spells common to old family rings, but is unique in several ways. According to our appraiser, when the ring is spelled to and worn by the betrothed, both the gem and the metal change color to match the woman. When paired with the wedding band during the marriage ceremony, the ring changes again to reflect the change in the bride. It has some divinative properties and will change in color to alert the lady to the conception of an heir and warn her of danger to herself, her husband and her children. The dedication and decommissioning spells are quite complicated (as they always are), so make sure you really like this one before you put it on. If it doesn't suit you, we can always have something made or go jewel hunting in the Malfoy vaults.
With love,
NM

Lyra let a playful smirk turn up the corners of her lips at Narcissa's last line. "She's so funny," she breathed, glancing over at the box.

Draco smiled. "She thought you might like something from her side and figured you wouldn't really want to wear the ring my father gave to her, or the one that I gave to Astoria."

Lyra made a face. "She would be correct."

"Do you want to see it?" Draco asked.

"I mean...it would be rude not to. It's such a nice gesture from your mother," Lyra replied, too quickly.

Draco quirked his lips playfully at her and flipped the box open with one hand.

Lyra gasped. Yeah, ok, she thought to herself.

The ring was a clear round solitaire bordered on one side by thin projections resembling rays of light done in delicate yellow gold. It was unique and beautiful. The stone was large, but not obscenely so.

"It looks like a sunrise," Lyra mused dreamily down at it.

"Does it look like you? We can always go with something else," Draco said gently, studying her face.

Lyra reached out and ran her finger over the diamond center. She could feel the ring's unique magic vibrate under her touch. For a moment, Lyra was afraid that the ring would do something undignified like question her blood status, but it didn't. It had a warming kind of buzz that Lyra found reassuring and calming. If she had to affix any one trait to the ring in front of her she would probably go with...

"Loyal," Lyra muttered aloud.

"What's loyal?" Draco asked.

"The ring," she replied.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it," she said quietly.

"It's a little small," Draco noted, ever the brat prince.

"I'm a little small," Lyra shrugged.

Draco snorted and looked back down at the ring. "So, in some circles, they do the spellbinding and all that as an event, like an engagement party. If you want, I'm sure my mother can..." Draco started.

"Can we do it with just me and you?" Lyra asked hopefully. "I mean, I don't want to offend your mom," she added.

Draco smiled and plucked the ring from the box. He looked around for his wand, which had been carelessly discarded hours earlier with his clothes. He grabbed it from off the floor and sat back down next to Lyra.

"You mean now?" she asked, suprised.

"Why not now?" Draco retorted.

Lyra frowned. "We're naked," she whispered, leaning towards him, like it was a secret.

He laughed. "Sweetheart, I don't think the ring much cares."

"Oh," she replied. "You know how to do it?" She asked curiously.

Draco nodded.

Lyra took an unsteady breath. "Okay," she said nervously.

Draco cleared his throat and pointed his wand at the ring in his hand. He began muttering quiet incantations, causing swirls of smoke to come from his wand and encircle the ring. After a few minutes, he set his wand in his lap and took Lyra's hand.

"Witch, do you accept this token of intention?" He said to her in his silkiest voice.

In America, nobody had ring binding ceremonies anymore, it was something reserved for eccentrics and debutantes. Fortunately, Lyra had read enough old romance stories to know what to do here. "What are your intentions, wizard?" She questioned.

From what she knew of the outdated practice, the wizard had to proclaim a true intention for the binding to work. In arranged unions, they could say something like 'I intend to do my duty to my name,' or 'I intend to make you the mother of my heirs.' Real romantic stuff.

Draco's steely eyes melted to pure silver. "I intend to make you my wife and love you ceaselessly until I die," he replied surely.

"Wow," Lyra whispered, dropping her eyes bashfully."In that case, I accept."

They both focused on her hand as Draco slid the ring on to her finger. He picked his wand back up and performed the final spells that made the ring hers and hers alone.

Lyra felt the ring size to her finger. Its presence on her hand sent a pleasant warmth throughout her whole body. It felt like Draco's magic on her skin. It felt like his touch.

Lyra smiled at him and leaned into kiss him but stopped when she felt her hand tingle. She looked down to see her ring emitting a gentle glow. The center diamond glittered brightly and then darkened to a burnt orange with some hints of green at the edges. It was a striking color.

"Your eyes," Draco noted, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles of her left hand.

"Holy shit," Lyra deadpanned. "You rich folks are not messing around with your jewelry." She rotated her hand to let the hazel gem and yellow gold catch the light. "I can't stop staring at it."

"If every engaged woman I've ever met in my life is any indication, that is normal," Draco offered with a smirk.

She gave him a hard stare and then flung herself at him, knocking him over and pinning him beneath her. "I love you so much," she told him.

Draco brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the ring. Lyra felt both her body and the ring quiver happily at the affectionate gesture.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replied.


Author's Note - We're in the home stretch on this fic. I'm going to jump forward in time here a bit to hit the highlights I want to include in our happy ending. Happy reading! -MM