I Slept with a Slytherin
I had to keep telling myself that he was Albus' best friend. But that made him all the more enticing. I had to keep telling myself he was a Malfoy. But that made him all the more handsome. I had to keep telling myself my family would never approve. But that made him all the more exciting. I had to keep telling myself he was a bad boy, definitely not good for me. But that made him all the more dangerous.
He leaned into me, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He was whispering my name. No. Not whispering. Chanting. Over and over. Rose. Rose. Rose. I wanted to call back. So I did. Scorpius. Scorpius. Scorpius. He teases me, rubbing his nose against mine. "Please," I whisper. He smiles, knowing he won. I gave up. "Scorpius, I need you."
His lips crash down against mine and he backs me up against my bedroom wall. My Dad would kill him if he found us. But that made it all the more thrilling.
His hands make their way to my bum as mine slip under his shirt. He's making sexy grunting noises, hotter than any other guy I've ever snogged. My fingers fumble with the lock on my door. He hoists me up, and my legs instinctively tighten around his waist. He brings me to my bed, and gently lays me down. He leans over me and hungrily kisses my neck. I grab his shoulders and lay him down, throwing my leg over him. As I straddle him I breathlessly whisper, "Too many clothes." I slip his Slytherin t-shirt over his head and throw it to the side.
My lips meet his toned stomach and I think I've died and gone to my own personal heaven. I grind into him and revel in the sighs he's emitting, knowing full well that I'm doing that to him. I turn my attention back to his lips, and my auburn hair falls like a curtain around us. His hands find themselves at my jeans, skillfully unbuttoning them. I break away just long enough to kick them off. I'm about to pull my shirt over my head when I feel his hands stopping me. "Rosie," he whispers. "Are you sure about this?"
"Positive," I whisper back. "Are you?"
He nods his head. "I love you, Rose."
"I love you, too." I had to keep telling myself he loved me. But that made it all the more special.