Author's Note - Ok, so this will just be a bunch of one-shots that are based off of songs. The ratings for each chapter will change depending on the content. It's just something to do for when I have writer's block on my other story. But if you have any suggestions, just give me the song and the characters you would like it to be about, and I'll do my best.

Disclaimer - I do not own Harry Potter or the song Lips of an Angel.

Lips of an Angel

Scorpius ran his hands over his face as he sat at the table of the Weasley house. His girlfriend, Rose Weasley, had just left to tell the rest of her family that he was here. He'd met them all before of course, he'd been there a few times. But he'd met them, and known them on a good basis before he was ever with Rose.

He could hear them talking now, trying to be quiet. Her father and brother weren't too sure about him. Her father because of his last name, and her brother because of his dating history. Or really, girlfriend history. He wasn't sure he'd ever gain Hugo's forgiveness, even if he really knew. Scorpius shook his head with a grim smile. No, he'd probably be killed if Hugo knew.

When he lifted his head, an owl was at the window. An owl that he was all too familiar with. He looked back at the doorway, but seeing and hearing that they were still in a bit of an argument, he got up and let it in. Instead of flying to one of them, it stayed by him, with one letter attached to his leg. The cursive written name on the front was one that made his heart beat faster. He hurried to take it off, and when he did the owl flew off, not waiting for a reply, so he shut the window, and then opened the letter.

Dear Scorpius,

I really, really, a thousand times really need to see you. If you'll come, I'll be where I always am.

He sighed as he folded the letter and put it in his pocket. Every letter, she always gave him the choice to come to her, but he always did, and he knew that even though he shouldn't, he always would.

"Hey, sorry for the wait." Scorpius turned his head to see Rose coming in, her mum following.

He shrugged and smiled. "It's no problem." He pushed a bit of her brown hair from her eyes. Brown. A pretty color, but not the beautiful color he'd been dreaming about since what seemed like forever.

"How are you, Scorpius?" Hermione asked him politely.

Once again he shrugged as he sat back down at the table. "I'm good. The same as always." He looked at Rose and smiled, feeling terrible inside. She had no idea of what he did, what he does. But it was just too hard. They made polite conversation for awhile before her father and brother came in to glare at him. It was about that time that he politely excused himself, telling them that he had to visit his uncle before he went home.

Rose walked him to the door. "I'm really sorry about my dad and brother. They're just a little upset still."

Scorpius couldn't help but wonder how upset they would be if they knew. "It's ok. I understand. I'll see you tomorrow." He leaned down and kissed her shortly on the lips. She was smiling when he pulled away.

"Good night. I love you," she whispered.

Scorpius felt his guilt tighten. "Good night." He turned and started to leave, and she shut the door. She had told him that a few times before, only recently, and she had understood when he told her he just couldn't say it back yet. But inside he knew he would never say it back. Not to her.

He didn't have to walk far. Rose lived just down the street from her. When he got to the house, he went around to the back. Some lights were on, but none from downstairs. He hopped the back fence, and stared up at the tree house up in the tree. He couldn't help but smile as he climbed up to that tree house, and when he pushed back the curtain door.

She sat there, back against the wall, her knees against her chest, and her arms around her knees. Her head rested on her knees, her eyes closed. She was still as he moved to be fully inside.

Now he was on his knees. "Hey, Lily," he greeted with a small smile. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, he saw tears shining on her cheeks and in her eyes. "What's wrong?" he whispered, moving to sit next to her, wrapping his arm around her. She buried her head into his chest, not sobbing, but small shivers shook her.

She didn't say anything for a while, but when she finally spoke her voice was thick. "Nothing. Nothing happened."

"A fight?" Scorpius whispered, knowing the real problem.

"I don't know what to do anymore," she whispered back. "I've tried, but he just constantly picks fights with me."

"Does he know about me?" he asked.

Lily scoffed and shook her head. "No, he doesn't."

"He'd lose it wouldn't he?"

"It'd be our biggest fight yet." She paused. "Does Rose know?"

Scorpius shrugged. "Honestly, I don't think she has a clue." He looked at her then, in the short silence they'd made. She had the beautiful red hair that he thought about, the pretty brown eyes from his dreams, and just the pure beauty that kept him up some nights.

He heard her give off a small sigh. "Oh, Scorpius," she whispered, barely audible. His breath almost caught at the sound of his name on her lips. His name never sounded sweeter.

He couldn't help it, and he leaned down to kiss her, and she of course, gently responded. But as they always did, their kiss got deeper, and maybe because of the lies they were leading others around with, but this kiss seemed desperate. Scorpius got rid of his jacket, his lips never leaving hers. He pulled back and laid it on the wood floor, and then they were kissing again, and he was pressing her down, laying her on the jacket, and he was hovering over her.

She instinctively reached down for the hem of his shirt. He groaned as she touched the cool skin of his back. She was always warmer than him, sending sparks through his veins. She ran her fingers across his stomach, and then rubbed his sides softly, and he gave off another groan.

His hands moved up to grab the hem of her shirt, and he slid it off with ease. She shuddered once as the air hit her exposed skin, but then he moved his lips to her neck, and his hand to remove her bra. The sigh she gave was mixed with a moan, and he felt his breath hitch shortly at the sound.

Lily moved her hand to his hair, and twirled her fingers around a few locks. He groaned into her neck. He always had loved the feel of her hands in his hair. It was relaxing, and had an immensely loving feel. Urgently it seemed, she pulled his head up and kissed him again, moaning into his mouth when he pressed his body closer onto her.

She tugged at his shirt, and he sat up to take it off, then was quickly back, his lips pressed to hers again. His kisses moved back down to her jaw, and then her neck, and she undid his belt, and unbuttoned his pants and sliding down the zipper. He groaned when she did, the zipper pressing against him. He brought in a gulp of air, and hurried to remove his jeans completely, kicking them to the floor.

Scorpius's hand quickly undid the button and zipper of her jeans, and he slid them down, and slid his hands along her skin as he moved to the waistband of her underwear. He pulled at the hem, and snapped them, making her gasp. She looked at him and nodded, so he slid them off, and brushed his hands along her skin and back to her hips. Her gasp turned into a moan.

"Scorpius," she gasped softly.

He groaned against her neck, biting and sucking at her pulse point. "What?" he whispered quietly, his lips moving to her earlobe, nipping at it gently.

"Lose 'em," she replied boldly back. He nodded, still kissing around her earlobe as he grabbed the waistline of his boxers, and slid them down, dropping them somewhere on the ground with the rest of the clothes.

"Do you love me?" he whispered, their hot breaths mingling in the air between them, his own voice sounding rough and hot.

"Of course," she gasped out, her fingers massaging through his hair. "You know I do."

He did know, he always knew. He could barely remember why they'd ended, but knew that they were never really done.

"Good," he rasped out. And then he was in her, and he felt right. Like he had been gone, and was finally home again. He was where he should be, with the one he should be with.

She moaned softly in his ear, so he pulled back, and thrust in again, enjoying the small sounds she made, and the pure feeling of her. Her fingers dug into his back as his pace became faster with more force. She pulled his head down and kissed him. He groaned into the kiss. No matter how many times it happened, he'd never get used to the feeling of being in her. Nothing described it correctly to him.

His thrusts became slightly erratic as he reached his peak, but through the heat and pressure of her own end coming fast, she didn't notice. She kept a tight hold on his shoulders, and her legs that had wrapped around him also tightened. Then she was released, and tightening around him, pulling his own release from him. He groaned, and reveled in the small scream the pulled from her lips.

They laid there, panting, waiting to regain their breaths. He kept his head in her neck, nuzzling every so often. Eventually, he moved, propping himself up so that he could look at her. Her hair was spread around her in a red halo, her cheeks were still a little flushed, her lips swollen as she brought in deep breaths. She was still absolutely beautiful.

She reached a hand up and stroked his sweat soaked hair. "Do you have to go?" she whispered, her voice filled with a sadness that almost broke his heart.

So he shook his head. "No," he answered. "No, I'll stay." He sat up, and grabbed his boxers, and pulled them on. It began a process for them as they started to get redressed. But he kept his jacket off, and had her lie down on it. He joined her, and she laid her head on his chest. He quietly twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. They didn't talk again, but just laid there. He didn't know about her, but he laid there in thought.

Part of him felt guilty for what he was doing. He was cheating on his girlfriend. But he had no willpower, and she made it so hard not to run to her. He didn't feel guilty or bad when it came to her boyfriend. He couldn't stand Mike Davies. He'd hated him ever since he'd caught him staring at Lily when they had still been together. But inside he knew that he probably couldn't imagine how Lily herself felt. She was cheating on her boyfriend, with the guy that her cousin's in love with. And a cousin that she saw as a sister.

But another part felt happy that he was here, that he was the only one she shared this part of her with. Her love, and every embodiment of it, emotional and physical. This part just wanted her back, and was tired of hiding. It was tired of not being able to hold her in public, to have to put with seeing Mike Davies touch her, twirl her hair, and receive her family's approval. This part of him wanted to tear Davies apart. But he wouldn't, he couldn't, because he really didn't have that right anymore. In the midst of a big fight that he couldn't remember, he had let that right walk out his door. Now he just waited, desperately, until they decided that it was the best time for that right come back to him permanently.

And when he looked down at her, her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted. She was fast asleep, her fingers curled loosely around his shirt. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, and he ignored the part that felt guilty. He sat up a little, still supporting her. He tilted her head up gently. She didn't stir in her sleep at all. He gazed at her for a moment before kissing her lips once before laying them both back down. Swollen and red lips. Lips that never hesitated to tell him that she loved him.

The lips of an angel.