Title: Harder To Breathe
Rating: T
Authors Note: Overall, I'm quite happy with this because I've been meaning to write some more Lucy/Lorcan for a while :D This chapter 1 of 50 and I do expect to finish it. Hope you like!
It was their fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Aden Wood had decided to throw a pre-Quidditch match party in the Room of Requirement to celebrate the upcoming set of matches, the first one between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
His parties were notorious for getting out of hand with spiked pumpkin juice, couples cheating on one another and games of wizarding spin the bottle. Generally, the parties would get busted by the Professors within a few hours or so when a couple of tipsy students would be discovered stumbling in the corridors.
Lorcan Scamander, the son of Rolf and Luna Scamander, sat on a couch in the corner of the room with a goblet of butterbeer set in his hands. He had attended every single one of Wood's parties, mainly because James and Fred were easily able to convince him. He didn't enjoy them, but he'd occasionally find somewhat sadistic pleasure in watching people he knew get completely trashed.
Scanning the room closely for someone he knew, Lorcan's gaze fell upon a very drunk Lucy Weasley and he could have sworn that his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets in pure shock.
When Lorcan had first been introduced to Lucy, it had been at one of the infamous Weasley tea parties which were held by none other than Molly Weasley. It was a chance to get the family together every once in a while, though usually friends of the family were invited to attend as well.
His mother had been very close to her Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione when they were younger, and still was very close. Every year, she'd come with his Dad and bring Lysander and Lorcan along.
When Lorcan first set eyes on Lucy, she was curled up on an old and stuffy chair inside with a book in her hands, intaking every word then flipping the page over delicately. He later found that she thought that all her cousins were immature, and the only family members worth talking to were the older ones. She was very goal-oriented and when she was merely seven years old, she had her sights set on being Head Girl.
Throughout the years, Lucy had achieved almost everything she aimed on, except landing in the house of Ravenclaw. Instead, she got sorted into Slytherin - making her the first Weasley ever - and was there on usually ignored by most of her family, except for the occasional snide remark from Roxanne or Dominique which she returned with equal coldness.
When looking through the eyes of any student in her year, Lucy could be described as an uptight, bookwormish bitch who has a superior-than-thou complex towards everyone she encountered except maybe Camilla Parkinson, her best friend who was coincedentally also a Slytherin.
Running a hand through his purple hair, Lorcan got up from where he was comfortably sitting and gamely took a step over towards Lucy as he overheard her abusing some Hufflepuff fourth year for knocking into her.
When he reached her, he apologised to the girl who looked as though she was about to pee her pants, and seized her wrist, promptly dragging her over into an almost hidden corner of the room. He released her wrist after she was securely out of sight from those she had attracted attention from. "For Merlins sake Lucy, what the hell are you doing? You're bloody sloshed, you are."
Lucy gave him what she obviously thought was a good glare in her drunken state and placed her hands on her hips, much in the manner of her grandmother. ""I a-am not intoxic-ci-ci-ate-ted. Intox-in-I-cate-d. I am not," she hiccuped out.
Lorcan looked nothing but amused and snorted, "Intoxicated. Say it with me, Weasley: in-tox-i-cate-d."
"I said that!" Lucy retorted loudly, narrowing her eyes at him. "In-toxi-ni-cate-d. Intoxinicated."
Lorcan was just about to make another comment on her pronunciation, but gave up on her. "You're impossible, you know that. Look, we've got to get you out of here before you can -" He was cut off by a rather vicious slap in the face. "Oi! What was that for?" He rubbed his now stinging cheek.
Lucy gave her another one of her wonderful glares as she spoke, slurring her words. "Goooo away, Sca-la-mander." She then gave a small giggle, "Sca-LA-mander. I could make a musical out of that."
Not wanting to hear her sing because he had an aching feeling that she was quite tone deaf and loud, Lorcan gave a quick nod. "Right. That's bloody wonderful for you. We have to do." Wrapping his hand around her wrist, Lorcan proceeded to pull the drunken brunette out of the Room of Requirement without attracting any more attention.
And it was then, she started to sing at the top of her lungs, "Dear old Sca-la-mander! What a friend, indeed! Once he got arrested because he peed with a need on someones front lawn! It took the police a couple of hours or so before they caught him at dawn!"
Earning many amused glances cast their way, Lorcan pulled out his wand and silenced Lucy with a quick flick. He practically pulled her from the party and out the door, then all the way up into the Gryffindor dorms that belonged to the fifth year boys. Somehow, with much difficulty, Lorcan coaxed Lucy into James' bed and pulled off her shoes for her.
It would probably have been uncomfortable for Lucy to sleep in her school uniform with a untasteful Weasley jumper pulled over it, but it would have to do because Lorcan wasn't going to strip her of any more clothing. After all, he wasn't looking forward to having to explain what had happened to her the next morning.