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A Marriage Made

The knot, a symbol of unity and binding, has often been referenced to weddings. And, in this wedding in particular, it is no different. The Headmaster smiled at Harry as he tied the rope into a knot and placed the two loops around the wrists of the soon to be bride and groom. Smiling, the ailing Head of Hogwarts School tapped the rope once and tightened them together, smiling as their hands became one.

"With the passing of time, two souls merge into one. That is the meaning of love, to share your soul; you're most desperate of feelings with the one person that means most to you. Marriage, however, is seen as a duty, and a fact other than the way of life that it is. That is why I am happy to bind, in accordance with the rights and privileges thereof the head of the Wizengamot, Harry and Nymphadora together in the traditional hand fasting.

Long ago, it was foretold that to great houses would intermarry, for a long time, I wondered with absolute wonder, whether or not they were talking of the Hogwarts houses, or two ancient houses. Until the marriage of the Potter's to the Black's, there have been no true marriages of anyone other than the traditional purebloods, who believe in marrying to preserve the line.

I am exceptionally happy, today, to see two people following their hearts in this ceremony. As I tie this knot, the symbol lemniscates will show your dedication. After this hand fasting ceremony, the laws of divorce, the laws of muggle marriages will not apply, and your hands will be fasted forever."

Harry's eyes widened at the implications of what the man just said. Forever, eternity. Such a long time, and yet, not.

"As in accordance with time old religion, I will ask you, Harry, to recite the ancient speech of hand fasting as declared in this text."

He took the book from the man and looked at Tonks.

"Thy fast thine hands to ye, thy fast thine heart to ye, thy fast thine soul to ye in proof of thine love to ye. Thy give to you thine lands, thine monies, thine sources of income, and thine name. Thy ask ye for the same, to live together forever, to bare thine... thine children as seen throughout the years of harvest, the years of drought and the years of relief, of love. Thy give to you all thine things, to make your life rich, and free. Take thine promise of a future and become thine wife."

Tonks blushed at Harry for a second, nodding and turning to the Headmaster.

"Now, Mrs. Tonks, in response, I ask you to recite the traditional acceptance text."

She takes a breath and closes her eyes.

"Your hands ye bind to thine, your heart ye fast to thine, your soul ye fast to thine as proof, proof that thy did not need, but accept. Thy taketh your lands, your monies, your sources of income, your name and give of thineself freely. Thy give to you thy children, thine body, thine soul and thine love. Thy give to you all thine things, to make your life rich, and free. I take your promise, as you have given it too freely, and take you as my husband, for now and forever."

The crowd gasped as she opened her eyes for the first time, the sincerity creeping around the room as she tried to prove her self to Harry, and to the reporters she knew would be watching.

Dumbledore smiled at her and leaned in too the two of them. "As these words are recited, I now ask anyone of noble blood that is in audience to stand as witness to this precious day."

Many guest stand up, including the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge and Amelia Bones, the head of the Magical Law Enforcement.

"As the witnesses rise for this auspicious occasion, I recognize that many people here are not unaccustomed to these events. Now, I will recite the marriage text."

Most of the married people in the room smiled as memories of their own weddings filled atmosphere, adding to the decorum as a soft blue hue drifted over the room.

"On this momentous occasion, we see the binding of a wizard, and a witch. Not only that, we see the marriage of a man and a woman, two individuals that who, in the sight of their friends and their family, have decided to unite under a common front, to take the name of one and praise the name of the former. I now ask you, Nymphadora Tonks, to state the following after me.

I, Nymphadora Tonks, take you, Harry Potter, to be my husband, to have, hold, love and cherish till the end of my life, and unto death I will send ye a blessing of love."

As she repeated these words, the soft blue hue that drifted became a soft bluish white. Harry smiled nervously at the crowd as he caught her eyes. She was crying! Not sure whether or not to be insulted, Harry just held his ground as the Headmaster turned to him.

"Harry, I would ask you to recite the same text, as did your soon to be wife."

Harry nodded. "I, Harry James Potter, take you, Nymphadora Tonks, to be my wife, to have, hold, love and cherish till the end of my life, and unto death I will send ye a blessing of love."

A clap the sound of thunder gave everyone a shock as Hagrid stood in the very back and said, "I knew ye could do it, 'Arry!"

A soft chuckle passed through the room as he and Tonks blushed frightfully.

The Headmaster chuckled himself as he said, "On such an occasion as the uniting of two houses, it is common interests for the witnesses to confirm the consummation with spells and/or potions. This potion I have here will confirm the grounding of this unity, with a soft, whitish glow that will appear in these crystals in every house that has one. It will also store one in my office in this very castle, and will be the main crystal, to activate when this sacred event occurs.

In accordance to Wizarding Law, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, Lord Potter."

Tonks blushed as Harry lifted her veil. She looked in his eyes and noticed, with a flicker of excitement, a confused emotion that could be interpreted as love. As his lips met hers, Tonks felt her magic cling to him, her body wanting to change as it was meant to in her marriage. She felt, could feel his magic holding hers back, not wanting the change.

She knew, then, that she could grow to love him, and that thought tonight it was duty, that in the future, any love-making they did would be for that purpose, love.

She pulled back, and to the astonishment of everyone there, changed her features. She smiled at her mother, who lost her metamorphmagus abilities when she kissed her husband the first time, and gave her a thumbs up.

"It is now my great honor to present Lord Harry and Lady Nymphadora Potter, the Heads of the Potter family."

The crowd cheered as a strip parted.

Harry looked at Ron, who held the rings in his hand as if wondering what to do with them. Harry grinned and stopped the procession, called "Accio rings" and smirked as they landed in his hand. Turning to his new wife, Harry said, "I bought these today, to stick with one tradition the muggles keep. Accept this ring, and know that we are meant to be."

She sniffled a moment before nodding and holding her hand out. Taking the other from him, she placed it on her finger as Harry placed one other on her hand.

"Thank you, Harry."

His answer was a smile.

Arriving at the Headmaster's office was something of a treasure for the two of them. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people were all taking and shaking their hands as if a lifeline to the future. Some gave them appropriate messages such as, "don't worry, marriage is just one giant step that you will have to overcome through teamwork and unity."

Other, not so great messages, included things like, "How could you take someone so deserving of something better than death like you have?" or something that hit at the heart of the other.

When they passed the gargoyle, Harry sighed in relief. Tonks smiled at him though. "That was really sweet, Harry."

He smiled at her, knocking softly on the office door. At his beck, Harry turned the knob as Fawkes trilled at their entry.

"Good, I have your portkey ready to go to your place of residence, Nymphadora. I will ask you consummate your marriage tonight. If you will both drink this potion, it is set to render you both unconscious if, in the event you do not consummate tonight. This potion will act as a, what is the term the muggles use, contraceptive. You will not get pregnant from this event. After certain events have taken place, these crystal balls will glow with a white, and thus proving your marriage valid. Tomorrow morning, I will come by your house, and you will receive Sirius, and I expect as well Harry, your parent's last wills.

"Good luck to the both of you, and may Merlin bless your union."

Tonks snidely walked by and said, "Thank you Albus."

Harry too understood her reasoning and said, "for the greater good, Headmaster."

They drank, and the Portkey activated.

They arrived at her cluttered, messy one room apartment in the middle of the morning rush, as the maid was making her way inside to clean up. She, naturally, fainted at the site of two people appearing out of mid air, as would anyone else in the world. Tonks quickly wiped her mind clean as she saw Harry sit down on the end of her... 'our' she reminded her self childishly, bed.

He was fidgeting with the sheet, winding it around in circles with his finger when the woman came too again.

"Oh, sorry dears, I didn't know you were here Miss Tonks. Aren't you a bit too young to be here, sir? School starts tomorrow."

"Oh, no... Madam Parshins, this is my husband. We were married earlier in the day, and... well he's taking me on a honeymoon tomorrow before we go back to his boarding school on the first of September."

The woman smiled and said, "Well, it's your business dear. Shall I just return later then?"

Harry nodded and said, "Thank you, ma'am. Yes, we... need some time to adjust."

The matronly woman smiled. "yes, I know what exactly you mean. Well, good luck Miss Tonks."

She sighed as the woman left, looking at her husband.

He smiled at her. "So... should we talk first? I'm not too sure on the... what are we supposed to do?"

She sighed. "I think... I think we're supposed to... to consummate our marriage now, Harry."

He blushed, a deep, red blush that he was sure she could match easier than anyone other than Ron Weasley. She did, it would seem, to make him fell better.

"Um... okay, so... what do we do then?"

Tonks snorts. "I don't know... I'm a metamorphmagus, Harry. The first guy I do this with has to be my husband; I take on a permanent appearance after this... one that you unconsciously will know as the perfect woman. Don't worry!" she added at his worried look, "I won't be someone you know, it can't happen. If it was someone like Hermione or Ginny, then I would... well, I'd change to be myself with their hair color. It won't be your mother, either; cause in this instance even magic won't let something like that happen."

She laughs at his relieved sigh. "So... go in the bathroom there, Harry. I want to do something before you... see me."

He nods and goes into the bathroom. After a few minutes, of her constant mutterings about "no, that's not it" or "why can't I just find something?" she finally says, "Alright! You can come in now!"

The door opens to reveal a very attractive, brunette headed woman with soft, green eyes almost on the depth as Harry's, but softer. She looks at him in a way that pleads for him to like what she is wearing, as if it's some common dress that he's peeping at. He smiles and nods to her.

Tonks squeals as she sees his acceptance at her appearance, her base form is one that she loves more than anything, but most people can't stand. Pressing her lips as she sees him still in his suit, Tonks quickly walks over and lays on the bed. Gulping from the pressures of the situation, the woman can't help the fleeting thought of rejection from the man that is supposed to be her husband.

Her fears are relieved, a moment later, as he walks over to the bed and lays beside her.

"Harry, I want... no... I need to let you know a few things before this happens. We were both... placed into this situation with no warning, and with no area for failure. But... we're married now, that is a big change. Later today, we'll be going to fight for my family's fortune, and then possibly get the rest of your inheritance. What I need for you to know... to understand... is I don't... love you. Please, before you come to any conclusions, love... is something that's earned Harry. Yes, you've come very close to earning love from many people, and adoration from others, me included, but... love is something I cherish above all.

Until that is earned, please call me anything but my given name. Of course... I do like you, Harry. I really, really do. You accept me, accept me in a way none of my past relationships ever have. Today, what I saw from you... it illustrated the aspects of you that I can learn to love, that I can learn to cherish about you. I... I hope our first time could be under different circumstances, for I am more sure now than ever that our first would have been together, for then I would be able to show you the love you deserve, and have been missing."

Harry, by the time she was done, did indeed have tears running down his eyes. She smiled as he opened them. "I... agree with what you said, Dora. I'm not even sixteen for crying out loud, and I'm married to someone that is going to be in even more danger. It's dangerous for me to love anyone... and yet I'm married to someone that deserves all the love, and friendship, and companionship that she can get.

I promise, Dora, I promise to make this worth while for you, and will... hope you will do the same for me."

With that, she kissed him. Her grip on the custom suit crushing the material. The first few, light, caressing kisses were meant as a show of gratitude, understanding.

The next, steamy, passionate in every way. As their bodies take over the natural recourse, falling into that familiar rhythm of husband and wife, their hopes and fears lessen.

Her hands caress his chest through the material, running over his body with acute precision. She feels the way his body curves, toned from years of Quidditch, and running from Dudley and his gang, though she didn't have to know that.

His hands move along the side of her body, his thumb running across the length of her breasts as he covers them. She shudders, in both silent abandon, and in anticipation, at their declaration of intent to remain together.

With quick hands, she lays on her back, pulling him atop her. As he looks down into her soft, green eyes, Harry can't help but to smile. His wife, the woman that had accepted all this all too easily, forced into a marriage that she was uncomfortable with.

Then, just as quickly as it began, Harry stopped. What was he doing? He can't do this!

"I... can't! You're... this shouldn't happen, Tonks. It wouldn't be right."

She smiled. Looking into his dark, emerald green eyes, Tonks saw... just for a moment the love that he holds inside of himself for her. Tears come to her eyes as she realizes, just for a moment that while he was "playing the hero" for their part in all this, that he was... too, making a declaration of intent on making her life the best possible.

"It's alright, Harry. I... understand and I'm perfectly willing for everything that's about to happen. Be my husband, if only for this one night, Harry."

She sees, as well as feels, his reluctance to take her most precious gift. Smiling in understanding, she clasps the first of several buttons on her wedding robes, white, silky robes that came off the tradition of the muggle dress.

She heard, if not felt, his breath hitch as she loosened her robe, gently and carefully revealing the most intimate of places her body holds, covered by a carefully veiled white cloth.

He looks in her eyes and sees the raw hunger, the want, of companionship. She had heard tales of his life before Wizarding World, knew of his trials at the hands of his family, and knew what experience he had with love was based loosely off a dream.

Cupping his head in her hands, Tonks brought his lips to hers; pressing her body up against his to gain some of the warmth she had lost as she revealed herself to her husband for the first time.

Ever gently, he lays her onto the bed, cupping her back as he never breaks contact with her lips. Harry runs his tongue over her lip, asking for permission to explore, to test the cavity of her mouth with his tongue, to feel that close relationship that a soul-searing kiss could only offer.

Slowly, she takes the top of his robe into her hand, and with the same care, releases the button from its holder. Careful, as to not scare her new husband into a fright, Tonks releases his robes from his shoulder, her lips going immediately to the uncovered flesh hidden beneath his robes. He gasps at the feeling of her lips touching his unbidden flesh, smiling, and sighing in pleasure.

His lips cover her neck in soft, tender kisses, bare touches that pass and send the want, the need of companionship they both seek.

Tentatively, his lips travel downwards her body, laying course to the rest of her body. He wants too, needs to explore her, needs to know his wife in every way there is to know.

She gasps at the feeling of another touching her in an intimate spot, her body starting to show her bare minimum reaction. He, Harry, smiles as Tonks lets her inner desires take over. Her arms wrapping around his Quidditch trained body. He revels in the feeling of her touch, hoping, praying it is both real, and at the same time, imaginary.

She looks in his eyes, as the pain and fear of learning, of thinking that anything like love for him could be taken away.

His robes, now discarded, were no longer a hindrance to her ultimate goal. She carefully pushes him away, carefully watching his eyes as she reaches around and looses her bra, revealing two glorious mounds of flesh that set the male spirit aflame. As if drawn, Harry tentatively, carefully runs his tongue along the twisted mound of flesh, the tip of her breast.

Hearing a soft, barely spoken gasp of enthusiasm, Harry himself starts to give way to his inner desires of want, need. She sighs, as the object of the evening makes its presence known. Cupping her hand over Harry's private, she squeezes a bit to let him know it's alright.

He nods, smiling as she lays back, lifting her legs in the air and offering him the string of her knickers. He takes it, somewhat eagerly as his focus is on pleasure and relief. She smiles at his enthusiasm and willingness to please.

He pulls the restraining material off of his wife's body, gasping at the embodiment of a woman's essence that is showing itself for the first time to his human eyes. Drawn towards the soft tunneling, Harry looks into his wife's eyes asking for permission.

She smiles at his eagerness to explore her body so personally, and grants his want, his permission. He starts exploring by kissing her inner thighs, finding the sensitive flesh there to drive his wife wild. She, on the other hand, loves his attention, the kisses, the nips and licks.

His hands too, are exploring. With each kiss, he touches and rubs one of her breasts in a way that she enjoys, but not as much as she could.

She grabs his hands, intuitively showing him how to please her. His hands become hers as she shows him the correct rhythm, the proper way to make her enjoy her first time the most.

Finally, his lips meet that one spot, the center of her pleasure, the one area that heightens her experience the most. It's small, he realizes, the mound of flesh that sends sparks up a woman's back and sets her passion aflame.

Touching it, Harry comes to realize, he can make his wife scream with a pinch, moan with a soft touch or cry in passion at the simplest thing.

Soon, her passion is too much for the night and she releases her passion, giving him the moist nectar that a woman produces.

Looking up at her, Harry ask silently if he had done something right, or wrong. She smiles at her husband and, with a look, lets him know it was all right.

Twisting him over, it seemed, was simpler than she had expected. Her passion invigorating her reflexes, her needs and desires. His flesh was bare, save one spot that was obscenely trying to make itself known to her eyes.

She looks in his eyes, as he did hers moments before, asking for the permission she knew would be there. He nodded, naturally, not wanting to deprive himself, nor his wife, of the experience they were about to share.

Removing his undergarments, Tonks marveled at the site before her. It was, perfect in every way. Slender, smooth. She smiled, reveling at the imaginary feeling of that object entering her for the first time.

But first, she smiled dangerously, and began his previous torture anew. It started with the traditional nips, licks and touches that drive a person wild. Her kiss, the feeling of his hand running in her hair, the locks flowing around Harry even more than daring than moments before.

She smiles as she reaches all the places he did only moments before, her hands exploring his body in the same way as he done before, slowly and tentatively.

She caressed his abdomen as she passed over it, feeling the years of Quidditch training paying off finally. She smiled small muscles on his arms and chest making him look as a sort of superstar.

Nimble and quick, she shortly theorized, as his strong hands rubbed down her neck, and making small circles in her now messy hair.

Shortly thinking of all the time she put into getting the hair right, Tonks actually felt elated that he'd think of her in such a way as to want to let her hair be messy. Finding the object of her want, her needs, Tonks looked again in his eyes. Seeing fear, a fear of the unknown and, if she was a little mystified, a fear of what they were about to do.

Not too sure of how to do what she was about to, Tonks started at the two sacs that appeared at the base of his shaft. Licking it in a soft, erotic fashion, Tonks was surprised to hear a small, efficient groan gurgle from his throat.

Smirking in victory, Tonks again explored her husband's organ. With another tentative lick, Tonks again felt elated at his groan. Wondering briefly, she placed her mouth over his extension.

His moans and utterances made her elated, again for no apparent reason.

Momentarily stunned, Tonks feels herself wanting more, wanting to consummate their binding more than ever before. Looking at her husband for the tiniest moment, she removes her mouth from him, and crawls up his body. As she feels her husband's organ under her, she kisses him, reveling in the feeling of her juices on his lips for the tiniest moment.

Instinctively, Harry grabbed her, as she glided herself onto his organ. As she hit the barrier she knew would be there, Tonks paled. Harry saw this and made to move back. She stopped him, though, pressing through the one barrier.

Flipping them, Harry looked into his wife's eyes and said, "Thank you, thank you for this gift, Dora."

She grins and, gyrating her hips, hums in pleasure as Harry begins his assault, the first of many that night, as they consummated their marriage.

In an office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the marriage ball glowed a brilliant white color, signifying the unification of two great families.
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