Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter, or the song Bad Girlfriend.

Note - Well, this is just my way of taking a break from my main story, Slytherin's Princess. This idea popped into my head after listening to Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman, which is obviously where I got the idea from. A Rated M story, but how else could I write it? This probably isn't my best writing, but I still hope that you enjoy it.

Bad Girlfriend

Scorpius's POV

Blue. Red. Yellow. Purple. Pink. Green. Repeat. This was the cycle of the flashing lights in the club. Music was blaring from what seemed like thin air, and a bass was rocking the floor. I was sitting at a table, a firewhiskey in my hand. The table was by a rail, so when I looked down, I could see the dance floor, which was filled with dancing and grinding bodies of young adults. The bar wasn't far off from the dance floor, and there wasn't one far from my table on the second floor. A group sat around the table with me, there were seven of us at the table, each with some kind of drink in our hands.

"I'm almost out," Lolita Goyle said as she took another gulp from her glass.

"Hey!" Kurtis Flint called to a passing waitress. "Another round!" He threw his arm around Lolita's shoulders. On his other side sat our buddy Sam Warrington, who had pulled his girlfriend Andrea Avery out of her seat and onto his lap. And next to Andrea's now empty seat sat her friend Julia Derrick, who was looking coyly at Eli Montague. And between Eli and I was an empty seat, one that I was impatiently waiting to have filled.

"So, Scorpy, your new little girlfriend seems to be quite the party girl," Julia said with disdain as she looked down at the dance floor. I almost scoffed at her tone. Still bitter from a breakup from long ago.

But I couldn't help but glance down at the dance floor. Lolita must have noticed my gaze. "Chill, Scorpius. She's younger. She's going to party a little. She's just out of school," she told me.

I scowled still. The others always made me sound like some cradle robber, but I was only twenty-one, and she was eighteen now. That was only three years.

Julia scoffed. "Exactly. She's a little girl. I don't see why you brought her with you tonight. Couldn't find a babysitter?"

"Oh, stuff it, Derrick. Quit being bitchy just because Scorpius found someone better in bed," Lolita snapped. I almost broke out of my scowl. Lolita never really liked Julia, and their banter was always a bit amusing.

But I scanned the grinding crowd for my girlfriend. She was young, and men just seemed to love taking advantage of her. I always felt like I couldn't take my eyes off of her without someone trying to touch what was mine.

A flash of red satin on the dance floor caught my eye, and I zoomed in on it to see the dancing body of my girl. Damn, what a body it was. If I knew one thing about my girl, it was that she loved to dance, and at the moment, she was grinding to the beat of the song, guys surrounding her, trying to get close enough to dance with her. None I recognized as regulars like us, so they must have been new or just passing through town. I hated how my girlfriend was such a dick magnet. It was like all male eyes were glued to her. I watched, ready to pull out my wand when I noticed one of those idiots reach out and grab her ass, but I was beat to it. My girl reached out and slapped the guy. Yeah, she was a dick magnet, but at least I knew that she'd fuck somebody up when they messed with her.

"You know, I've gotta say, your girlfriend is fuckin' hot!" Eli said with a low whistle as he looked down as well.

"Shut the fuck up," I growled.

"So touchy," Andrea teased.

"I bet she's a screamer," Sam joked.

"Drunker a girl is, the harder she'll scream," Kurtis laughed.

"What the fuck did I say?" I snarled. I hated when others talked about her like that. Those weren't thoughts about her in their minds that they needed.

"Damn, she left the dance floor," Eli groaned.

I glanced back down to see that she had disappeared. I felt a bit of panic, but then I found that red color again, heading for the stairs to the second floor. "She's coming up here," I muttered.

"Awesome!" Eli cheered.

"You guys are so immature," Julia complained.

"Hey, she's fucking hot!" Eli argued.

I reached over to punch him hard in the shoulder. "One more word and I throw you over!" I hissed. I looked over at the stairs just in time to see her come onto the second floor. She was unbelievable. She was small, I knew that the top of her head barely reached my shoulders. But she had an amazing hourglass figure, with great hips and a perfect ass, which was practically visible in the tiny denim skirt she wore. I knew for sure that she was wearing a red thong under it. She wore a black top that stopped at her midriff, which went well with her dark, satiny red hair, which was a bit wild after all her dancing. Her eyes were an intense brown color, and her lips were full, and very tempting. Lily Potter seemed to be the epitome of sex appeal, and she was mine.

I watched as she walked over to the bartender, and spoke briefly to him. I growled mutely as his eyes scanned her body before handing her a drink. I knew it was alcoholic. Despite her age, bartenders seemed to always bend the rule for her. Probably for the same reason most men wanted her to drink it. They hoped to raise the chance of taking her home.

I felt my nerves and restraint reaching its limit, so I pushed back my chair. "I'll see you all tomorrow," I muttered. I pulled out the money for my share of the drinks.

I saw Lolita roll her eyes. "You are such a caveman. If you're going to act like this every time you take her out, then why do you leave the house?" she quipped.

My eyes never left Lily. "Because it makes her happy," I mumbled.

"Isn't that sweet," Kurtis teased. I punched his shoulder as I walked by. I made my way over to the bar, all the while my mind trying to calculate how tipsy she might be. When I got to the bar, I hovered behind her, pressing my front against her back and placing my hands on the counter, trapping her.

I leaned forward, letting my breath fan against her ear. "Do you enjoy pushing my buttons?" I hissed.

I felt a light shiver run through her skin. But her voice held nothing but a bit of amusement. "It's a hobby," she retorted lightly.

I moved my hands to take hold of her waist, my grip tight. "Come on. We're going home," I growled.

"Is he bothering you, miss?" the bartender asked, glaring toward me. I glared back harder, sneering.

Lily let out a giggle. "Oh, no. He's always like this when he's ready to take me," she joked.

I growled again, and tugged at her waist. "Let's go!" I repeated. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from the bar. She didn't fight me, not that I expected her to. She actually walked quicker so that she was by my side, so I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, glaring at any man that looked at her. I brought her down the stairs and over to the side of the club, pulling her into an empty hall, leading out the back door.

She looked at me when we stopped. "What are we doing?" she asked. I could smell an apple martini on her breath, but her eyes were glazed like usual when she was practically hammered. But she was still coordinated. Perhaps she was only tipsy.

I pulled her flush against me. "We're going home," I said through gritted teeth. I turned, Apparating us into the middle of my flat. We landed on the wooden floor of my living room. I immediately brought my lips to hers in a rough kiss, not waiting any longer. Lily didn't fight or argue, but let her arms wrap around my shoulders. She responded to the kiss eagerly, never really one to fight against me. I lowered my hand, roughly taking hold of her ass, growling into the kiss. She moaned softly into my mouth, making me slow the kiss a little. I loved that sound. It almost sent shivers through me.

Lily pulled her lips away, but she didn't fight my grip. She smiled at me. It was the type of smile that made you think of a child. The kind that did make me feel like a cradle robber. But it was a smile that made my insides jolt. And when she licked her lips, it made my cock jolt alone.

"Do you get angry when other men stare at me?" she asked coyly. I didn't trust her innocent tone. Not while her eyes were half lidded like that. That look that said she knew what was going to happen.

I swallowed thickly. "Yes," I growled.

Lily tilted her head, adding to the child effect. "Why?" she asked softly.

I pulled her closer, my grip on her tightening. "Because you're mine," I hissed. I buried one hand into her hair, pulling it tightly, tilting her head up to look at me.

She didn't show any pain at my grip, and unlike how some girls would have reacted, she didn't look offended or angered by my statement. She still just smiled. "Well I know that. But so what? It's not like I'm going follow any of them home," Lily said with a giggle. Her hand trailed from my chest to the buckle of my belt. I pulled in a deep breath. "I don't think they could fill my standards. Not after you," she continued. She never broke eye contact.

I felt my pants tighten more, and I growled lowly. Carefully, I backed her into the closest wall, pressing myself against her. Then with my grip in her hair, I turned her head and attacked her neck. Soft moans left her lips as I nipped and sucked at the skin, leaving mark after mark. She placed her other hand into my hair, pushing my head closer to her skin, urging me. I bit a little harder. She wouldn't be hiding these in the morning. I wouldn't let her.

"Scorpius," Lily whispered, her hand stroking my hair gently, as if I were a child.

I scowled at the possibility of having to stop. "What?" I mumbled, my words muffled by her skin.

I felt her teeth on my ear, and I felt them nibble lightly, sending a shock down my spine. "My shirt's a bit tight. Can you fix it?" she asked nicely.

I pulled my head away from her neck to look at her shirt. It was a bit crooked from my actions, and one of her shoulders was now completely bare. I brought one hand up to touch the fabric. It was soft, and I could feel that it was flimsy. So I took hold of it with both hands and tore. The sound of tearing fabric echoed around the room as I pulled the stupid shirt off of her.

Lily pouted at me, her bottom lip stuck out cutely. It made me want to bite it. "Scorpius! I liked that shirt," she whined lightly.

I pressed my forehead against hers, my chest heaving with anticipation. "I'll buy you a new one," I said through clenched teeth. "I'll buy you ten of them." I gave in to my desire and caught that pouty lip with my teeth, biting gently before transforming it into a bruising kiss. She accepted it, bringing her arms to wrap around my neck. I took one of her legs into my hand, bringing it up to hitch around my waist. I could feel the warmth from her thigh radiate through my jeans. I grabbed her other leg and roughly pulled it around me also. She wrapped her legs around me obediently, purposely rubbing herself against the bulge in my jeans.

I grunted as I broke from the kiss. Panting, I looked down at her. Her hair was even more mussed than before, her chest was heaving, the pink bra she wore looking ready to bust. Her skirt had ridden up to show a pair of pink panties. Red marks, which would probably bruise, riddled her neck. And those once pouty lips were now red and swollen. Fuck she was delicious.

I felt her hand drop to the collar of my shirt, and she tugged lightly at one of the buttons. Then she leaned forward, but instead of kissing me again, she latched her teeth onto the button she had just been playing with. I could feel a gentle hiss of her breath as she undid the button with her teeth. This girl never ceased to amaze me. I could feel her fingers undoing the other buttons, and soon I could feel the silk fabric become loose on my shoulders. With a roll of my shoulders, the shirt fell to my elbows. Keeping her pressed against the wall, I removed my hands and slid them out of the shirt sleeves. All the while, her lips kept softly kissing different parts of my shoulders and neck. Her hands moved smoothly from my shoulders and down to my arms, her fingers kneading the muscles as she went. I placed my hands on her thighs. Half of me thanked the short skirt for the access, and the other half hated the dammed skirt for letting this flesh be shown to unworthy men.

"You're so handsy," Lily chided with a giggle. She moved her hands to my cheeks and forced me to look at her. A gleam was in her eyes, and a coy smile on her lips. She leaned closer, letting her breath fan across me. I could smell the apple martini on her. Maybe I should turn that dammed bartender in for selling to a minor. But what would that matter? My friends would just get pissy at me.

"Lucky for you," Lily continued with a whisper, "I don't mind being manhandled." Her lips brushed and teased mine as she spoke, not sparing a single kiss. I tried to push my lips closer, but her hands prevented me from doing so.

I growled at her. "Don't tease me, Lily!"

It was a stupid thing to say, because once the words left my mouth, she grinded her hips into mine, pressing into my cock with purpose. Another snarl ripped from my throat as I buried my face into the skin of her neck, grinding back into her, craving the friction she teased me with.

I felt her tongue skim the lobe of my ear. "You're just so fun to play with, Scor," she murmured. I felt her teeth close lightly around my ear, nipping playfully. Her hands slid down to my shoulders, kneading the skin. Her hips were still rolling against my own.

I groaned, biting and sucking on any skin I could get to. I wrapped my arms around her completely, trapping her even more. "You're fucking delicious," I muttered before nipping at the skin of her neck. "Fuck!" I hissed. The skin of her body was pressing against mine. She was so warm, and so fucking soft! How did she always manage that?

There was a kiss and then a soft lick on my cheek. "Play with me, Scor," she pleaded.

My eyes opened. I knew that tone, and I knew that phrase. She was done with her 'games'. It was time for mine. That meant it was time for her teases to become promises.

"Undo my pants, Lily Luna," I commanded softly but firmly.

Always the obedient one at this time, Lily reached down and undid the button of my jeans. She grabbed the zipper, and pressed it firmly against my length as she pulled it down. I hissed out a breath at the friction. She pushed them down, letting them fall to my knees. With a bit of movement, I kicked them off and away. Her fingers skimmed my skin softly as she brought her hands back to my shoulders. I sighed at the feel. It was relaxing among the intense air around us. This girl . . . she was unpredictable. Sometimes she made me intense, and other times, she was utterly relaxing.

I dropped her feet to the floor, letting her stand on her own. I took the zipper of her skirt and pulled it down, letting the fabric drop to her feet. I dragged my hand up the skin of her thigh, loving the feel against my palm.

I felt silky hands against my cheeks, and they were pulling my face up. Lily locked eyes with me, and gave that coy smile again. Then she was pulling my face closer, and reached forward to lick the shell of my ear. "Take me to the bedroom, Scorpius," she whispered.

I never had to be told twice. With a small amount of strength, I knocked Lily's legs out from under her, bringing her into my arms. Her arms rested on my shoulders as she nuzzled my neck, her lips wetting the skin before she'd place a soft kiss.

Once we were in the bedroom, I kicked the door closed. I walked over to the bed where I gently set her down before moving onto the bed as well. Without me having to, she wrapped one of her legs around my own, placing me between her legs. Fuck this girl was perfect. I placed my hands on her knees before sliding my hands all the way to her hips. I heard her let out a content sigh, which made me smile as I placed my face near her stomach, kissing the skin there lightly.

Now she giggled. "Scorpius, that tickles!" she protested, although it was obvious that she didn't mind.

I brushed my fingers against her sides, knowing that she was very sensitive there. "Really? What about this?" I brushed my lips against her side, right below her bra.

I felt her hands in my hair, gently winding her fingers through my hair. "You're such a jerk," she said with a giggle.

I slid my hand behind her back, and grabbed at the hook of her bra. "I'm ok with that," I murmured, unsnapping the bra. She slid her arms out of it, and I threw it across the room. Immediately, I moved a hand to cup her right breast. I attached my lips to the left, sucking right where I could feel her heart beating.

The fingers in my hair tugged. "Scorpius!" she gasped. One of her hands slid down to the back of my shoulder, and dug into the skin. It was a delicious sting.

I groaned against her skin, biting the skin of her breast, making sure to leave a mark. Then I switched, giving each one the same treatment. No need to be unfair.

I felt her pushing against my chest now, pushing me away. I let her, but scowled at her. Before I could argue, she pushed me. It was feeble, but like usual, I let her. I fell onto the bed, and then she was straddling me, her hands resting on my shoulders. She was smiling at me.

"I think that I should show you that you have nothing to be angry about," she whispered, her hands beginning to knead the muscles of my shoulders. They relaxed automatically, her fingers working their own kind of magic. The kind we never learned at Hogwarts.

She leaned forward, and I waited for the kiss. But it never came. Instead, it was placed against my cheek. Then my jaw, then my chin, and then down to my neck. Her fingers moved to my chest, moving to relax me further. But then she did it. She rolled her hips against the obvious bulge in my boxers. I hissed through my breath, but she didn't show that she noticed. She kept going, and kept moving her hips against mine, creating a friction that made me want more. She was doing it again. She was purposely trying to rile me up, yet pretending to be innocent by rubbing my shoulders. Tricky witch.

I grabbed her hips, holding them tightly before rolling her under me. I took hold of her knees, pulling them, and bringing my hard-on to her underwear, rubbing against her. She moaned loudly, not bothering to be innocent or quiet anymore.

"Scorpius!" she moaned.

I dropped her legs, and quickly grabbed for her underwear. I pulled it off of her, and dropped it off the side of the bed. Then I stopped to look at her. You could never get over the beauty of this girl. I ran a hand along the inside of her thigh, eventually rubbing my thumb along her slit.

A breathy sigh left her lips, followed by a soft moan. "Don't be mean," she pouted.

I ignored her and kept up a slow pace. But when I glanced at her face, I felt short of breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair around her like a red halo, and her lips parted as she panted. How could I deny her? I slid in one finger.

"Scorpius!" she gasped, obviously taken back. She must have really thought I was only going to tease her. I kept a steady pace before adding another finger. I begin to bite and suck on the inside of her thigh, leaving even more marks. But soon I could feel her thigh trembling against my lips, and I could tell that she was reaching her peak. So I added one more finger as I moved to gently nibble on one bruised and pouting lip. And soon, her walls were tightening around my fingers.

"Scorpius!" she screamed, her breaths coming in short and gasping pants. I groaned at the feel of her squeezing my hand. I knew how amazing that feeling was on other parts of me. And I was eager to feel it again. That was a great thing about Lily. She may not have the best lasting power, but she could keep going.

I slid my fingers out of her, and looked at them. They were coated completely. I brought one to my lips, tasting one finger. Damn she tasted good. When I popped the finger out of my mouth, Lily sat up and brought her lips around the other two. I bit back a groan at the sight. Was there anything this girl wouldn't do?

She gave my fingers one last lick before dropping her head back onto the pillow. Feeling that rush in my skin and nerves, I quickly pulled off my boxers, tossing them in some unknown direction. I positioned myself at her entrance, but I didn't move any closer. I rested my weight on my arms, holding my face just above hers.

"What do you say, Lily?" I whispered, my lips grazing her cheek.

I could see that teasing look come into her eyes, and I began to prepare myself for the battle of words and will. "I don't know. What do I say?" she murmured with a curious face.

I tried not to growl at her. I bit her earlobe. "Who do you belong to, Lily?" I hissed.

Her tongue lapped once at the corner of my lips. "You," she whispered gently. "Just you," she murmured.

I thrust into her, no longer able to handle the tension in my veins. I dropped my head onto her shoulder as she let out a small scream of surprise and ecstasy. It felt so fucking good to be with her. So fucking right.

I built up a steady pace, which began to get faster as she begin making louder sounds and whispering things in my ear.

"Oh, Scorpius! Yes! Yes, Scorpius!" she screamed. I loved how loud she was. It was a music of its own.

"Fuck, Lily!" I ground out. I clenched my jaw as I continued to thrust into her, my pace gaining speed as I felt her getting closer to the edge.

"Harder, Scorpius," she whispered with a pleading voice.

"Anything, sweetheart," I groaned, slamming my hips into hers harder, surely bruising her. Not that she would mind.

"Scorpius!" Lily screamed, her walls trying to milk me for all I had as she came. I tensed a little, holding back for a couple more thrusts before letting go. White lights and stars flashed in my eyes as a nirvana ran through my blood, making me float. I dropped to my elbows, not wanting to crush her with my weight. I lazily pulled out of her, and rolled over onto my side. She turned to nuzzle her face into my neck. I did the same, but into her hair instead. I felt her hand tracing patterns on my chest. I smiled at the feeling.

She pulled back and kissed me. I lazily responded, no hurry in my skin any longer. She pulled away and put her head back in the crook of my neck. "I love you," she whispered.

I threw my other arm around her, pulling her closer. "Yeah, me too," I mumbled, my eyes closing.

She giggled into my neck, and I had to suppress a surprised twitch at the feel. "Even if you do act like a primitive caveman," she teased.

I sighed. "I have to stop letting you be around Lolita," I muttered.

She didn't say anything else, but she did giggle once more before settling. I let the calm in the air wrap around me. I really needed it. After all the tension and intense feelings this girl stirred inside of me, a quiet moment of relaxation was deserved.

"We should go dancing again," she whispered into the silence.

I didn't reply, but she knew as well as I did that I would take her out again. I always did. Every time my friends invited me out to the club, I always took her with me. She loved to go, and I loved this girl. We both knew that I was never going to refuse to take her out. I never admitted it to anyone else, but I knew I spoiled her in that way. I never said no. I sighed as I felt sleep creep up on me.

Lolita talked about wanting to go drinking after work tomorrow. Maybe I should take Lily. But maybe I should kill my guy friends first.