Traitor
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 from this, 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, kinky 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!
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Lily Luna Potter grit her teeth, tasting blood, and clenched her wand harder, even as the sticky red substance dripped down her chin and into her mouth. She wiped her face on her sleeve, barely feeling the busted lip. "Get up," the wizard before her said.
The redheaded, hazel eyed witch flicked her wand, watching the bastard's feet flick out from under him, and in the next second, she'd climbed atop him, knees pinning bulging biceps, her wand jabbing into his jugular. "Tell me what to do one more time, and you'll wish I had this pointed at your fucking bollocks, you shit," Lily growled.
The wizard smirked, and the next thing Lily knew, something white hot whipped her across the face, sending her head flying, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. Her left fist came down on instinct, and she heard the crack of bone as she clocked the wizard beneath her solidly, her punch landing square on the bastard's jaw. "Fuck, Potter!" he snarled.
"Fuck you," she ground out, and just as she opened her mouth to get ropes to magically bind the wizard beneath her, declaring her the victor of their little scuffle, the wizard beneath her made an inhuman growl of fury and she was on her back in the dust, wand falling from her grasp as she landed. She tried to kick out, or claw the fucker's admittedly handsome face, but the next thing she knew, he was pinning her easily.
"Give in, Potter, and I might even go easy on you, pumpkin," the blond wizard holding her down said, smirking cockily down at her. Lily felt her temper snap, and as her hazel eyes burned with her rage, teeth bared in a snarl, the blond man shrugged, and bound her with a simple flick of his wrist. "Sorry, babe," he said, "but when it comes down to it, we both know a wizard will always overpower a defenceless little witch."
Lily wanted to curse the arrogant smirk right off the bastard's face, but without a wand, knew it would be impossible. She watched him climb off of her, bleeding from the cut she'd slashed down his forearm, a bruise developing along his jaw that he rubbed tenderly, and he cast her a dark look. "You fight dirty, Potter."
"And I didn't even kick you in the nuts," she replied, feeling her adrenaline spiking once more, even as the wizard reached down, probably to haul her to her feet. But just then, she did kick him in the nuts, as hard as she could, feeling a vicious surge of pleasure as his breath huffed out, his blue eyes bulged, and he dropped to his knees. A second kick, this time to the side of his head, had the wizard toppling over, and even as she struggled to her feet again, arms still bound and legs bound together as well, making it awkward, a whistle sounded.
"That's enough," said the instructor, and Lily tried to wriggle free of the ropes binding her, even as her adversary sat up, groaning, holding his head. Lily almost fell over before the instructor released her bonds and helped her partner to his feet. "You both did really well," he said, looking at Lily. "Extra points, Potter, for not giving up when you lost your wand."
The redheaded witch, who'd picked up the treasured stick, smiled, even as her split lip throbbed and the bruise she could feel forming on her ribs ached and throbbed. "You totally cheated," her partner grumbled, and Lily slapped the tall, broad shouldered figure easily on the arm.
"Did not," she retorted.
Lysander Scamander snorted, because he'd known Lily Potter almost his whole life, and he knew for a fact she wasn't adverse to cheating to benefit herself. "Bullshit," he mumbled. "You kicked me in the nuts, babe."
Lily rolled her hazel eyes. "Oh, boo hoo, Scamander. Get over it. Not like you use them anyway," she snarked.
Lysander elbowed her bruised ribs, making her wince. "Do so," he shot back. "Just because you haven't been laid in...what? A year now, is it?" Lily scowled at her one-time boyfriend and best guy friend.
"Fuck off," she mumbled, though it distinctly lacked any venom.
"As I recall, you prefer fucking on, babe," Lysander shot back. "Anything and everything, if memory serves- OW!"
Lily had punched him for that, because she didn't like when he mentioned that they used to sleep together, even after they'd broken up. Because while she'd convinced herself she was in love with him for all of Seventh Year when they'd been at Hogwarts, then realized at graduation she actually wasn't, and only loved him as a friend, the very slutty, sexual side of her hadn't been able to resist when she'd fallen into bed with him a month later. They'd gotten rip roaring drunk on her brother Albus's birthday, and while Lily was noshed on way too much whiskey, she'd started kissing, and touching Lysander. And he'd, being a red blooded, virile male, snogged and fondled her right back, until they'd gotten naked and fucked like animals in heat all night. Of course, they were both more than a little horrified, and it had been awkward the next morning, but they'd easily settled back into their usual banter, and both gone their ways. And as the years progressed, Lily and Lysander had continued to occasionally hook up, whenever they'd been between relationships and sought a night of release.
At least, until a year ago, when Lysander had met his fiancee, Sabrina Zabinski, just after they'd both found out they'd both gotten into the Auror Training Program and gone out to celebrate. They'd had one last night of hot, perfect sex Lily was all but positive she'd never find with anyone else, at least anyone she could also be compatible with on a personal level, and then Lily had gone on dozens of dates that amounted to squat in the relationship department. Which she supposed most witches would feel depressed over, knowing the one man who was the most compatible with her physically, if not in any other way, would belong to another witch forever more. But Lily only felt a vague sense of jealousy that she couldn't seem to meet Mr. Right, when most of her friends and half her cousins had, and she was still single at twenty one, when even bloody Lysander, possibly the biggest douchebag she knew, had met his soulmate. It all seemed very unjust of the universe, even if she was still happy Lysander was happy, and actually adored his fiancee herself.
"You've got a damn good witch I don't want to have to aid and abet hiding your body when she murders you for talking about that shit, you idiot," Lily said. "And it's been less than a year," she grouched. "I've fucked other people than you and since you," she added. Just none of them had been nearly as good or satisfying, honestly.
Lysander slung an arm over her shoulders. "I told you, babe, you're always welcome to spend the night with me and Sabrina," he teased. Lily rolled her eyes and shrugged off his arm.
"Yeah right," she said with disdain. "Sabrina can keep you, you pervert. But my offer still stands, too," she shot back with a smirk. Lysander rolled blue eyes, even as they headed back to the Trainee Auror Housing buildings. Lily had joked, after hearing about Lysander's proposal, that she'd marry Sabrina instead, if the other witch was willing to simply cook for Lily, and be okay with them never sleeping together.
"Fuck you, Lily," Lysander said, ruffling a hand through her hair. The redhead batted his hand away.
"You'll be wishing you could soon, buddy. Too bad." Lily laughed, even though it made her ribs ache, and they drew up to the building they both lived in, albeit on separate floors.
"Says the single one," he muttered, and then stopped walking abruptly. "Holy shit," he breathed softly.
Lily paused too, suddenly on edge. "What's wrong?" she demanded, wondering if maybe Lysander had seen or heard something alarming she hadn't.
The blond wizard could only shake his head. "He's here," he said, and then his face split into a huge smile, and Lily felt her bafflement, and curiosity, raging.
"Who?" she snapped, then finally looked toward where her friend was staring, and spotted the last person she'd ever expected to see waiting outside their building. "What the fuck?" she breathed, even as Lysander jogged forward eagerly, and she watched him, laughing, hug his twin brother as if it hadn't been five years since they'd seen one another.
At sixteen, Lorcan Scamander, the tall, broad shouldered and heavily built brother to Lily's closest male friend, had been kicked out of Hogwarts after it had been found he'd been running an illegal Potions trade within the castle. Lily had heard his parents were furious, and while she'd kind of felt bad for Lorcan herself, because it wasn't like the potions he was selling had been dangerous, he'd still been operating a business without any license, and selling potions one had to be of age to buy normally, to students, it hadn't much affected her.
Despite being twins, Lily had found the Scamander brothers vastly different in personality, and while she'd liked Lysander, a lot, she knew it was because he'd been the light, while Lorcan had always been the dark. He'd been Sorted into Slytherin, while Lysander had gone to Gryffindor, with Lily, and she'd always felt, even the odd time she'd hung out with Lorcan, that he was the opposite of his brother. Like they had, literally, been one person broken down into two completely separate halves, and Lily, rather liking the Lysander half, hadn't much bothered with the rest.
She approached the mostly identical blond wizards, Lysander beaming still, Lorcan looking a little dark and brooding, despite his fair colouring, forcing herself to smile, although her lip ached, and she wanted nothing more than to go upstairs, heal her injuries to the best of her ability, and then soak in a hot bath after a long day. "Merlin's Y-fronts, I'm seeing double," she said teasingly.
"Lily Potter," Lorcan said easily, although it had been just over five years since she'd last seen him. "You grew up."
The redhead fought the urge to blush, because that sounded, when he said it in the rough tone of voice she associated with Lysander using in the bedroom, and eyballed her blatantly, blue eyes appraising, quite complimentary. And there was part of her that knew, instinctively, how fucking good Lorcan might looked naked, and how exactly like Lysander he would probably feel like while fucking. "So did you," she replied after a beat.
Lorcan almost smiled. "So tell me," Lorcan said easily, "are you the poor dumb broad getting married to my brother?"
Lily's brows shot up at that, even as Lysander cuffed his brother upside the head. "Manners, twat. No. I told you her name is-"
"You're a fucking idiot, Ly," Lorcan said, snorting. "Care to have a go, Princess?"
Lily, who felt almost as if she'd been Stupefied, burst out laughing. Because while Lorcan was tall and broad shouldered, and possibly even more ripped than his brother, all bulging biceps and powerful thighs even under his t-shirt and jeans, and handsome, with his brilliantly blue eyes and blond hair, longer than Lysander's and distinctly more wavy, she wasn't easy. "Wow," she said with disdain. "I thought the French were supposed to be exceptionally romantic and good at picking up women. Maybe you should've taken some lessons in that at Beauxbatons, Scamander," she said, and then tossed her hair. That was the last she'd heard of Lorcan, that he'd been enrolled at Beauxbatons, the French wizarding school.
Lysander laughed even as Lorcan arched a brow, but Lily merely brushed past them, heading up to her room to Heal her various injuries from training and take her bath. Identical pairs of blue eyes watched her go. "Well, that's telling you, brother," Lysander said lightly, slapping his brother on one broad shoulder. "C'mon, I've gotta shower and change and then we can go for dinner with Sabrina," he said. "I thought you weren't coming until the end of the week," Lysander added as they followed in Lily's wake into the building.
"My business wrapped up easier than expected," Lorcan said dismissively, looking sidelong at his twin. It was obvious to him that Lysander and Lily had once been more than strictly friends, and he couldn't help but wonder just how long after their parents had shipped him off to France to attend Beauxbatons for his Seventh Year, it had taken Lysander to jump on their feisty little redhead.
"Your business being what?" Lysander drawled, arching a brow at him. Lorcan snorted, because he doubted his brother, younger than him by only four minutes, would be pleased to know the precise nature of Lorcan's career, and he had zero intentions of telling him.
"The same as ever, little brother," Lorcan replied as they began climbing a flight of stairs. "The only thing I'm good at."
"Dealing in illegal Potions trading?" Lysander guessed, frowning ever so slightly. Lorcan smirked, because that wasn't far off the truth.
"Not necessarily illegal," Lorcan said dismissively. "And you?" he pushed. It had been more than a year since he'd last written his brother, and even though he'd gotten the letter Lysander had sent last Christmas, informing him of his engagement, he hadn't replied.
Lysander undid the complex security spells that warded his rooms from intruders or unwanted guests, moving to the bathroom as he stripped his shirt. "Still training," Lysander said, pulling out his wand to start healing the gash down his forearm Lily had gotten him with in their sparring session. "I take my final exams in August," he said, gritting his teeth as the flesh on his arm knitted back together. "And then Sabrina and I are getting married in September."
Lorcan watched his brother from the bathroom doorway as he got himself cleaned up, and poked a darkening bruise just under his rib cage. "Missed one," he teased.
"Fucker," Lysander said, trying to crane his neck to see. "That woman is a fucking savage," he grumbled, rubbing some bruise remover paste on his jaw and back.
Lorcan's brows lifted a little. "Did Potter kick your ass?" he asked.
"She tries," Lysander said, and then chuckled. "She's feisty, but she's still no match for me."
"Is that why you stopped fucking her?" Lorcan drawled, and Lysander blushed a little, cheeks going faintly pink.
"What?" he said, waving his wand to start the shower up. Lorcan rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Ly," he said. "We're not thirteen, anymore. I know you fancied her in school, least when we both went to Hogwarts."
"So did you," Lysander said, stripping and stepping into the shower.
"Which is why we agreed neither of us would have her. But I'm not blind, Ly. She's fucking fit, and you'd have to be gayer than a maypole not to want to get between that witch's thighs," he drawled.
"We dated in Seventh Year," Lysander finally admitted.
"And?" Lorcan pushed when his twin didn't elaborate.
"What the fuck d'you want me to say, Lor?" Lysander grumbled. "Have I fucked Lily Potter? You fucking bet. That was ages ago, though, and not since I started seeing Sabrina."
Lorcan smirked. He could, despite the time lapse in seeing him, tell when his brother was getting uncomfortable about whatever they were talking about, and knew, by the defensive tone, there was probably a large part of his twin brother that felt a sense of protective possessiveness for the redheaded witch. "So she's single?" he teased.
Lysander stuck his out of from behind the curtain, scowling. "Not for you, brother."
His reflection lifted his golden blond brows. "Thought you had your own little witch, now?" Lorcan said. "What, don't like the thought of your brother having your sloppies, Ly?"
"I don't like the thought of my best friend hooking up, or anything else, with a wizard I know for a fact is bollocks deep in illegal shit." Lorcan laughed. "Fuck off, Lor. She's not gonna be interested, and in case you've forgotten, she's Harry Potter's daughter and training to be an Auror with me. The only time you're going to get between Lily's thighs is when she's pinning you to the ground, pointing her wand in your face, arresting you."
Lorcan laughed some more, even as the shower flicked off, and Lysander wrapped a towel around himself before stepping out. "If you say so, little brother," he replied.
Lysander shot him a dark look. "And if you try to get in her knickers, I'll beat the shit out of you, Lor," he added. "Now get the fuck out, I have to get dressed."
Lorcan shook his head, rolling his blue eyes again, and went to go wait for his brother in the little sitting room. He wasn't all that interested in Lily Potter, because he had his fair share of witches available for sweet talking into bed with him, and he knew he was good looking enough to find ones fitter and prettier than the Potter girl. But there was part of him, the part of him that he supposed had been the reason he'd been kicked out of Hogwarts, and lead him to his current, borderline illegal lifestyle, that wanted to try anyway. Probably because his twin had specifically told him not to.
He shook his head as Lysander came out, looking respectable and dressed in clean clothes. "C'mon, let's go meet this fiancee of yours," Lorcan said. "She hot?"
Lysander rolled blue eyes, even as he locked up behind them. "Of course she's hot, you tosser. Do you think I'd ask her to marry me if she weren't?"
Lorcan chuckled. "They say love is blind, brother. For all I know she's a hag." Lysander punched him.
Lily groaned, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in the tub, but dragged herself up and out before she turned into a giant prune or succumbed to hypothermia in the water if she did fall asleep. She jumped a little as someone pounded on her door, and quickly dried off, slipped on her bathrobe, and padded barefoot to go answer it, hoping to Merlin it wasn't Lysander, trying to drag her out for dinner with him and his lovely fiancee.
Alas, Merlin didn't seem to give a shit, because it was Lysander at her door when she opened it a crack. "What?" she snapped. Lysander grinned.
"Get dressed, babe. We're going to dinner."
The redhead sighed, opening the door and turning away so Lysander could step inside. He looked, and smelled, like he'd just showered, and she noticed he'd put on a nice pair of jeans without a single tear in them and a clean shirt. "No. Seriously, Lysander, you know I've got love for you and Sabrina, but it's kind of a buzzkill being the third wheel with you two fucking lovebirds." She bent at the waist, her little robe riding up a bit, and took the towel off her hair, letting the long, unruly mess of dark red waves and curls fall, damp and clean, around her shoulders.
"Lucky for you that your buddy has a doppleganger, then, isn't it, Princess? Now you won't, hopefully, look quite so pathetic as normal." Lily's head whipped around, even as she reached for where her wand would normally be, against her thigh, on instinct, remembering as she glared at Lorcan Scamander it was still in her bathroom.
"Ignore him, Lils," Lysander said firmly. "Go put some damn clothes on and come out to dinner. I'm not asking."
Lily shot Lysander a dark look, then stuck her tongue out at him, but disappeared into her bedroom to do as bid. She considered Sabrina a close friend of hers, and usually had a good time with her and Lysander when they dragged her out, but Lily couldn't deny, she was kind of looking forward to having Lorcan Scamander there too.
He seemed like kind of a jerk, which was definitely a turn off, even if he came in an aesthetically pleasing package she wouldn't mind taking to bed for a night, but Lily wanted to ask him about the illegal Potions trade, the sector she wanted to be placed in when she passed her exams in a couple months. Lily had always loved the subject, from her First Year at Hogwarts, and had pulled off an Outstanding in Potions on her NEWT level exams that she knew was probably the clincher, along with her Outstanding mark in Transfiguration, for her acceptance into the Auror Training Program. And Lily had continued to do well in her potion brewing and spell work throughout the last few years at the Training Academy. Even if she wasn't nearly as physically strong as some of the other witches and wizards in their year, she'd gotten some of the best test scores on record, and was considered to be the brainiest witch in the program.
And Lily knew, from some of the things she'd heard Lysander mention about his twin, the odd time he'd sent a letter over the last five years, Lorcan was intimately familiar with the illegal Potions trade that ran rampant and barely controlled between France and England. Lily reckoned, although she'd never asked and Lysander had never said it outright, Lorcan was probably involved in the criminal, illegal acts himself. But what better source to learn from, right?
So she slid into clean jeans that were snug and fitted and she knew made her arse look great, and a black tank top, and twisted her damp hair up into a messy bun atop her head before a couple swipes of mascara, just for good measure. Lily gave her reflection a once over, shrugged, because it wasn't great, but it was a far cry from awful, too, and headed back out to her sitting room.
"Told you," Lysander said, standing up from her couch when he spotted her. Lorcan looked a little surprised, but Lily felt his blue eyes roving down her frame, appraising her.
"Shit, Princess, you've definitely grown up," Lorcan said, staring right at her boobs. Lily folded her arms over her chest, pursing her mouth at the tall blond, and watched him push a hand through his thick, shining mane of golden hair. His blue eyes glittered when they met her stern hazel gaze. "Well, not really, but you've definitely grown out. Last I saw, you had an A-cup, Princess."
"I've grown two inches," Lily snapped, fingering her wand in her pocket, wondering if he'd report her for cursing him. The bastard tipped his head back and laughed at her. Lily scowled, because he was actually kind of really rude, and a little pervy. And while that definitely scored him no points, she still felt a primal kind of attraction to him on a physical level, and enjoyed the sound of his throaty laugh of amusement as big and obnoxious as he was himself. Lily couldn't help but wonder if he'd be as good in bed, or out of it depending, as Lysander had been, then pushed those thoughts aside. Lysander was at least sweet, and funny, not a rude, pervy jerk, which had made it too easy to go to bed with him. Lily doubted his twin would ever get the chance.
"I think they've grown more than that, Princess," Lorcan said, standing up as well, and shot Lysander a look as the other blond wizard smacked him upside the head. "Would you stop hitting me, you prick?"
"Would you stop being a dick?" Lysander shot back.
"He probably can't help it," Lily said, grabbing her purse and a jumper she shrank to jam in her purse, just in case. "Considering you're twins with the same genetics, and you're a bloody dick yourself sometimes, Lysander. That, and I've heard that wizards with erectile dysfunction tend to act like the anatomy that doesn't work so well."
Lorcan lifted his brows even as Lysander laughed at him. That was twice now that Princess Potter, the nickname he'd given her way back when they'd all been First Years on the train going to Hogwarts and a dozen other students had asked for her autograph, had insulted him. He frowned, because he didn't recall, from the odd time they'd interacted, what with being in different Houses, at school, Lily being such a bitch. Then again, she'd always had a temper, and if she was in a bitchy mood anyway, she'd lash out. And Lorcan had learned, in the last few years, that a bitchy witch was usually a great lay.
"You're lucky my baby brother is here, or I'd show you the only dysfunction I've got is getting a witch with enough stamina to last for me," Lorcan said with a shrug.
Lily pulled a face, and looked at Lysander. "Are we going?"
"Yeah. Lor, seriously, it's not happening, brother." He shot Lorcan a significant look that Lily assumed meant Lorcan had mentioned wanting to sleep with her as they headed out and the redhead locked up.
"You found a new pussy, Ly," Lorcan said easily. "Nothing wrong with me fucking your old one, is there?"
"I think I just puked in my mouth," Lily said conversationally. "You might be alright to look at, Scamander," she said, looking up at Lorcan with a sneer, "but I'd rather find a wizard with a brain outside his jeans to fuck."
Lorcan grinned. "Ouch, Princess," he said, even as Lysander shook his head at them both. "If that's the case, why'd you sleep with Lysander?"
"Fuck you," Lysander said as they pushed out into the sunset.
"Are we going to The Griffin's Door?" the redhead asked, not bothering to hold the door for Lorcan, who was behind her. She'd come to the conclusion she didn't actually like the wizard, despite being best friends with Lysander. He was simply too opposite his twin for her to even want to talk to, let alone have him hit on her and ogle her feminine assets when she tried.
"Yeah. Sabrina's probably already there," Lysander said, looking at his watch.
"Alright," Lily said, and glanced at Lorcan briefly, because she liked the little pub squashed into Diagon Alley, and didn't want unpleasant memories ruining her future visits, because she would hex the other Scamander brother if he tried anything. "See you there," she said, and Apparated out.
Lorcan flinched when his brother smacked him upside the head again, and instantly punched him in the chest for retaliation, enjoying the grunt of pain. "Seriously, one more, Ly, and I'll beat you worse than that time we were fifteen."
Lysander scowled back. "Seriously, she's fucking off limits, Lor," he growled back. "She's dated enough fucking losers, and we both know you're going to drop her the second a blonde with legs up to her eyeballs struts along. Or you go gallivanting off to wherever, doing fucking Merlin knows what with the scum of the fucking population."
Lorcan snorted. "And?" he drawled, then poked his barely younger brother in the chest. "You won't be there to build her back up again and fuck her senseless the whole time? Face it little brother, the reason you don't like the thought of me pounding Princess Potter into a wall and then moving on to the next lay is because you like being her fallback." Lysander narrowed his eyes, and Lorcan knew he'd hit a nerve when he felt his brother's magic radiating out a little stronger in fury, making the hairs on his arms stand up. "You don't want to date the witch, probably because, I'm assuming, she's a nightmare to live with and a crazy bint, but you want all her hot and nasty revenge sex after she gets dumped by a loser."
Lysander shoved his brother, but Lorcan, ready for it, blocked him, taking only half a step back. "Fuck you, Lorcan," he snarled.
The other blond wizard only grinned. "Naw, you're not quite my type, mate. But tell you what. I'll make sure you can still be the rebound one last time before you marry your witch."
"I fucking hate you," Lysander grumbled.
"You fucking love me, you prick," Lorcan said, and tossed an arm around his shoulders. "Face it baby brother, you missed me, because you've gotten awful uppity since I last saw you."
"And you've devolved into a revoltingly immoral bastard in my absence," Lysander said. Lorcan grinned.
"So are we going, or are you going to wait for some other bastard to hit on your witch at the pub?" Lorcan asked.
Lysander smirked, grabbed his brother by the ear, just the way their Grandmother Scamander used to when Lorcan was caught getting them into trouble when they visited her during Hogwarts breaks, and Apparated them to The Griffin's Door. When they finally found Sabrina and Lily, Lysander grudgingly introduced his fiancee to his twin, gritting his teeth because Lorcan was back to being a charming bastard, and the younger of the Scamander brothers, if only by four minutes, prayed his brother would be on his best behaviour.
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