A Little Less Conversation

written by: albe-chan

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!

SUMMARY: A chance encounter leads Lily Potter into making a mistake that she can't bring herself to regret. A mistake that sets her whole life on its head, and changes the very foundations of who she thought she was. Only problem is, her brother doesn't approve, her parents want her to marry the guy she's just met, and her ex-boyfriend is hellbent on getting her back, by whatever means necessary.
Scorpius Malfoy wasn't looking for a woman. He wasn't even looking for a good time, until bumping into the one woman he isn't allowed to have. But when things heat up between them, and it becomes obvious the woman he might be falling for needs him for more than a good lay, he'll have to put his oldest friendship and everything he stands for on the line.

COMMENTS: Not finished, un-beta'd and kind of being written by the seat of my pants. Please bear with me as I try to figure this out, and don't hesitate to offer constructive criticism and comments! :)

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Lily Potter breathed deep, centering herself, achieving inner and outer peace, feeling herself relax into the movement as she transitioned into downward facing dog. At five foot eight and with a long fairly lean body, even at twenty eight, Lily considered herself pretty attractive. She had long, dark red hair that refused to be tamed from its natural waves and curls, intelligent hazel eyes, a quick smile and even quicker temper, and she'd been in a relationship with the same man for going on five years. All in all, Lily considered herself in a good spot in life. And with the morning sun shining on her face and the silence of her apartment, she felt utterly content.

"Wow, babe, your ass looks great when you do that," her boyfriend, Harvey, said as he came out of the bedroom, and spanked her lightly. Lily felt her content inner peace shatter.

"How many times have I told you not to interrupt me?" she asked, shifting into a plank and then further to Chaturanga Dandasana, even as her shoulders tensed and she felt annoyance grating her nerves further as Harvey Denton Williams III laughed.

"C'mon babe, you're just stretching, right?" he mumbled, not looking up from his phone.

The redhead grit her teeth but bit her tongue. No use starting a fight first thing in the morning. That had been the basis of their relationship it had seemed lately. Arguments. She frowned a tiny bit, even as she wondered, traitorously, if she was just treading water with Harvey. Hell, she was almost thirty, and he would be thirty three next month, and he still hadn't proposed, or proposed the idea of marriage in the slightest. And they'd been together for five years already.

No, you still have plenty of time. Besides, he's focused on his career and you've just gotten your own studio. Plenty of time still. Harvey is a good man. "Do the ass one again," Harvey said and Lily grit her teeth again. An idiot, but a good man.

"I'm trying to focus," she said.

Harvey snorted. "Whatever. You wanna get brunch when you're done?"

The redhead waved a hand and moved to upward facing dog. "Sure, fine, whatever."

By the time she finished her daily yoga, the kind she did for herself, to relax before she started her errands for the day and get centered, Lily still felt nettled. As a yoga teacher, she oftentimes found she wasn't quite as able to appreciate the movements and poses while teaching classes, but today, a sunny May Saturday, she was still unsettled, despite it being her day off. The redhead undid her hair and went to take a shower.

"Really?" Harvey said, having followed her, when she started the water. Lily glanced over at him. "Now it's going to be another hour before you're ready."

The redhead rolled her eyes and stripped her sports bra she'd gone running first thing in. "I'm sweaty and gross, I'm not going out without a shower," she said, and slid off her shorts. Harvey didn't seem to notice, or care. He scrolled through whatever he was looking at on his cellphone.

"Well I'm gonna go get something now, then, from the diner. I'm starved. What d'you want?"

"Blueberry pancakes."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "You always get the same thing."

Lily, pulling the shower curtain closed after stepping in, shrugged. "I like blueberry pancakes," she said. And the diner around the corner from her apartment made the best ever.

"You should try something new. It's boring always having the same thing." Harvey left the bathroom and Lily frowned, letting the hot spray relax her. What the hell did that mean? Was she boring? Did he think she was boring? She frowned some more, washing up on autopilot, wondering if they were in a rut, and then realized, horrifyingly, they might be. The sex had become routine, the interactions lacking, and all the zest and fun from when they'd first gotten together had evaporated.

So, just spice things up a bit. Ruts happen. They happen a lot, to the best of couples. No one married for fifty years hasn't had at least one. Lily told herself firmly she would spice things up. She could be adventurous. She could try something new. And maybe, when Harvey came back, she'd still be naked after her shower, and she'd spice up some of the romance too.

But Harvey didn't come back for a long while, and Lily, after an hour, got dressed for her day, writing out a list of errands and a short grocery list for herself, tacking on a bottle of wine. When Harvey did return, her pancakes in tow, Lily realized he'd been gone for ages. "What took so long?" she asked blandly, opening the bag of food.

"They were busy. Saturdays, you know. Barely got in there." Lily glanced up and smiled at Harvey. With his dark hair and blue eyes and dimples, he was the classic boy next door, grown into a man with the law degree from an Ivy League school that came as a prerequisite in his family. He was handsome and charming and Lily told herself she loved him.

"True."

"I was also talking to one of the new waitresses in there. Kelly. Y'know, the blonde one?" Lily tried not to let her temper get riled.

"Oh yeah?" she said easily, pulling out pancakes, getting the little cup of maple syrup.

"Yeah. She's sweet. Wanted to ask my professional advice about whether her aunt could sue a contractor who stiffed her." Lily felt her suspicion fading and was glad she hadn't overreacted for nothing. In fact it was kind of sweet Harvey would give the girl, who Lily did indeed recall from seeing her a few times, advice for her aunt.

"That's so nice of you, just giving her advice to pass on," she said, drenching her pancakes. Harvey smiled back.

"Yeah. And then we talked a bit about her schooling. She's going back to Princeton in September. Can you believe she's a law student there?"

Lily felt her eyebrows go up. "Really?" she drawled. "What else did you talk about?"

Harvey's mouth thinned a little bit. "Nothing, Lily," he said blandly, pouting.

"Just curious," she said defensively.

Blue eyes rolled. "I can tell when you're being jealous and untrusting."

"And I can tell when you're full of bullshit," she said. "What else did you and Kelly talk about, even though it was so busy?"

Harvey scoffed, going to the bedroom. "Whatever, Lily. I'm gonna take a shower. You left me enough hot water, right? Your apartment is shit for it."

Lily flipped him off and sighed. He's a good man. An idiot, and a jerk sometimes, but a good man.

She went out to do her errand running, still thinking about the rut she and Harvey seemed to be stuck in. By the time she got to the grocery store, she was deep in thought, and as she perused organic vegetables, she didn't notice the tall, blond hunk three feet to her left. Lily wandered down from greens to get some carrots for salad and bumped her basket into something, or rather someone, solid, jarring herself back to reality. "Oh shit, I'm sorry," she said, taking a step back to look up at him as he turned to see who'd smacked him with their basket. "Um, my bad," she added softly, because now that she had noticed the tall blond hunk, it was hard to stop noticing him.

He had a strong jawline and nose, full lips and cloudy grey eyes, with blond hair that just brushed his light brows. His complexion was golden tanned, he was lean, well muscled and wide shouldered, and Lily felt herself blush a little, realizing she was checking him out. She couldn't help it, though. He looked good, smelled great, and his black tee fit him like a second skin across his chest and shoulders. And something about this man spoke to her inner, primal woman. Nudged that woman awake and told her to take notice.

"No harm done," he said with a deep, authoritative voice, and the redhead bit her lip.

"Um, thanks I guess," she said, then almost boiled herself to death with embarrassment, face cherry red she was certain, and moved carefully toward the carrots. She didn't see him, as she gathered a few carrots, checking her out in return, but when she turned around again, keeping her basket tucked in just in case, the hunk was gone.

Lily finished her shopping, bagged up her groceries in her canvas totes she had stashed in her purse, and carried the two bags out, pausing just before the doors to swing one up onto her shoulder. But when she went to go hang the not too heavy bag on her shoulder, it smacked into something hard.

The redhead turned instinctively and blushed horribly. Because it was the blond hunk again, obviously just assaulted by her yet again. "Oh my fucking God," she whispered. "I am really sorry," she added in a normal tone.

"That was heavier than a mostly empty basket," he said, lifting his brows. "Are you trying to do that on purpose?"

"No!" Lily said, eyes going wide. "Of course not! I'm just preoccupied. And you just happen to keep being in my way."

The blond hunk grinned and Lily sucked in a deep breath. "This one can be my bad, then," he said easily and she smiled. "Although I'm almost positive the answer will be no," he added, and this time she noticed him checking her out pointedly, "do you want to get a cup of coffee?"

Lily bit her lip, hesitating, but then breathed, "I'd love to." After all, she'd planned to go get a coffee by herself anyway. What was the harm in company?

Half an hour later, she was pressed to the inside of his condominium door, his hands under her loose chambray button down, tongue in her mouth, hard cock straining through his pants and pressed temptingly into her hip.

It had started so innocently. They'd gotten coffee from the little shop in the strip mall, and he'd introduced himself as Scorpius Malfoy on the walk over. They ended up sitting outside, telling each other about themselves. Lily had relaxed under his attentive listening and sarcastic humour, even if she decided he had a slightly jaded outlook on life. And, of course, like all men, he asked how flexible she was after hearing she was a yoga teacher.

He got the standard response. "Freaky circus flexible."

And that had made him grin. "Interesting. I've never actually been to the circus, so I wouldn't know. Unless you'd like to demonstrate."

She had blushed at that, the whole undertone of their interaction hinting at the simmering attraction between them. And when he'd asked, just as casually as he'd asked what she did for a living, or if she had siblings, if she wanted to go back to his place, she'd spoken truthfully, mesmerized by him and his rugged handsomeness and the aura of calm power he exuded. And said yes.

She groaned as his hands cupped her breasts, then moaned, loud, when he tugged teasingly on her nipples. Her own hands slid over his black tee, smoothing down the hard expanse of his chest and stomach and he captured her mouth with his again. Lily moaned and her fingers fisted on the soft cotton when his hands dragged down, to the button on her shorts. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked raggedly as she sucked in a breath and tried to calm the inferno of arousal he was stoking within her.

"No," Lily said, and gasped, clutching him when he lifted her against himself and carried her as if she weighed nothing back through his modern, spacious condo.

"Thank God," he groaned, and Lily wrapped her legs around him as he grabbed her ass. She thought, fleetingly, as he deposited her in bed, of Harvey, but before guilt could sway her, Scorpius had whipped off his shirt and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. He looked good, damn good, shirtless, and she was hot and wet and aching for fulfillment. There was something about this man, this ripped, golden, delicious man, that spoke to her libido in the most primal way. And she couldn't fight the instinctive wanting for him.

Her own fingers clumsily began undoing her shirt buttons as he stripped his belt and it dropped heavily to the floor, his pants soon following as she wrenched her shirt off. And as he climbed over her, mouth hungry and insistent on hers again, Lily melted to him, giving in to what she knew must be wrong but felt so wonderfully, deliciously right. Her fingers carded through his soft blond hair as his mouth moved to lavish her breasts, licking and kissing and suckling with purpose, unraveling her sanity.

"Yes," she whimpered as he nipped one plump, engorged nub, and he grunted. His strong, capable hands tugged her shorts and panties off in one fell swoop and her own hands gripped his shoulders as he kissed down her belly and hips. "Oh yes!" she moaned as he nipped her inner thigh. Scorpius grunted again and Lily's hazel eyes rolled back in her head as he spread her wide and licked her wet, dripping folds teasingly.

"Mmm, yeah," he groaned as she moaned and writhed and bucked beneath him, and she jolted almost entirely upright when he suckled her clit into his mouth. "Fuck, you're so good," he ground out, but the redhead barely heard him. She couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt, how long it had been since someone had done what he was doing, and just when she wanted to scream with the unbearably delectable pleasure, Scorpius looked up at her, cloudy eyes dark, and said, "I want you to come for me before I fuck you."

And with one last flick of his tongue over her throbbing clit, she lost it, arching and crying out what sounded embarrassingly like his name, her body tensing in ecstasy. And when she opened her eyes again, chest heaving, still half horny, Lily bit her lip. A hot gush of molten desire pooled between her legs as she watched him fitting a condom onto an impressive erection and moaned softly into his mouth as he kissed her again.

They groaned in tandem as he sheathed himself in her, then withdrew slowly and thrust back home hard, drawing a hoarse moan from her. "Yeah, darling, just like that," he grunted as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.

Lily was running on pure instinct, reaching around to grip his back and shoulders and ass as he stroked in and out of her, face pressed to her neck. "More," she whimpered, and loved the way he growled his arousal and moved faster. "Yes, yes, more, please," she murmured, and whimpered again as he thrust harder and pulled back, still fucking her, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he watched her.

"Louder," he demanded, and she dug her heels in, a sharp blast of arousal pushing her closer to orgasm as she moaned louder.

"Harder," she said firmly, and he obliged her, hooking his hands behind her knees, using her legs to gain more leverage. The hot, wet sounds of their coupling only fueled Lily's desire, and she didn't think to resist as he lifted her legs higher, pressing them back against her, spreading her wide open as he pounded her. "Unh, yes, Scorpius, yes, please," she moaned, barely holding on, because he was hitting just the right spot.

"Fuck yeah," he moaned, and his thrusts became wild and unrestrained. His mouth closed over her nipple, suckling hard, and Lily grabbed his shoulders and upper back, clinging for dear life as the best orgasm of her life ripped through her, razing her with its intensity, wrenching a scream of utmost pleasure and gratification from her.

She swallowed thickly, panting hard, and opened her eyes. Scorpius was lying beside her, his own breathing uneven. And all at once, her sanity and conscience, which had gone on a leave of absence, returned vengefully. Guilt choked her, making her stomach roil unpleasantly, and it intensified, because she couldn't stop thinking about how it had never, ever, been that good with Harvey. Her face went red and she sat up, turning away from the tanned, naked hunk to her right and swinging her legs out of bed. "I have to go," she mumbled, anxiety peaking. She swallowed past the urge to vomit. Oh God, what the fuck did I just do!?

Scorpius sat up, even as she looked around for her clothes, sliding her arms into her shirt again. "Okay," he said easily, and it only made Lily feel worse.

She spotted her shorts and panties and hurriedly got up and put them on, then finished buttoning her shirt. Scorpius got up and put his pants back on. To her mingled horror and delight, he walked her to the door. And after she'd picked up her grocery bags, trying to recall if she bought anything that would be undoubtedly bad by now, he curved a hand around the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair, and kissed her. It was hot and soft, lots of tongue, and despite the guilt that still tinged her face red and made her feel dangerously close to throwing up, she melted a tiny bit. He was a really good kisser.

"See you around," he said, his full mouth quirking ever so slightly on one side after he pulled back, and released her. Lily slipped out the door and almost ran down the hallway. Oh God, stupid, stupid, stupid! What the hell am I doing? By the time she got to her car, she was barely holding back tears. She felt cheap and awful and thoroughly broken up. She'd just cheated on the man she'd dated for five years, the very good man she'd dated for five years and was content with and would probably wind up marrying. And she'd cheated on Harvey with a virtual stranger. A tall, handsome, sexy, fantastic lover of a man who was a total stranger. God what is wrong with me!? Why do I want to do it again still!?

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