Title: Calor Cupiditatis

Author: AristideCauquemaire

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/James Sirius Potter

Rating: M for grown-up language, graphic descriptions, and sexual situations and themes.

Warnings: original characters; slash, het, non-consensual situations (later on)

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Thank you, anonymous people who read chapter 1! And then went to read my other stuff! It's always nice to see the counter on the other stories suddenly go up :)

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-/Chapter 2/-

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It was an unwritten rule that any span of time could feel twice to fourteen times as long as it actually was, when you were eagerly waiting for something.

Fifteen to twenty times as long if said something was a meeting with a beautiful girl.

The day dragged horribly and nothing seemed to go right at all. What felt like three and a half soul-crushing weeks later, he arrived at their meeting point twenty minutes past seven because Professor Smith was a raging arsehole. He had made him clean up after three of his classmates who had blown up their cauldrons for fun, splattering the entire classroom with sticky brown goo. So now Scorpius was outrageously late, sweating, out of breath, and there was also a large, puke-coloured potion stain adorning the front of his robe. At least it didn't smell like puke. Only like burnt rubber.

His mood impossibly sagged further when he found the alcove deserted. No trace of Sarah anywhere. He leaned against the wall and butted his head against the stones repeatedly and accompanied each thunk with several expletives and groans under his breath.

"D'you think that concussions help against being a complete jackass?"

He whirled around. There she stood, arms crossed. Ohh. Not good.

"Sarah, thank Merlin. Listen, sorry I'm late-" he tried although he really didn't feel like apologizing at all. He really just wanted to press himself against her and forget the world.

"Not good enough, Malfoy," she said and clicked her tongue. Last name. Ohh no. "I told you, don't be late. You know how important punctuality is to me."

Ah, the O'Brian story. She had told him twice in Hogsmeade.

"Smith made me clean-" he started to explain but was interrupted again.

"I seriously started to think that you are a waste of my time, you know?" Her arms uncrossed as she put her hands on her hips. Not good at all. "That was, like, ten minutes ago."

"Let me make it up to you, then," Scorpius blurted, seriously desperate going on irritated now. All that could possibly save this abysmal day was standing right in front of him, but she was too pissed off at him to provide the relief he needed.

For a second, she seemed to consider his offer. Then-

"Actually," she said and shrugged, "I don't think so."

And she turned around and walked away.

Just walked away.

Just like that.

He called her name, but all she did was make a flippantly rude gesture over her shoulder.

Scorpius could barely keep himself from hitting the wall with his fist.

Out of the sheer desperation and the anger at the unfairness of it all, a memory rose. Because he needed a spell that could make her turn on her heel and come back to him and into his arms – a spell that wasn't Unforgivable, anyway –, he remembered one he had read about years ago. At home in a book from his father's library.

He got out his wand, made the motion as had been described in the book – two swishes, with a loose wrist – and softly spoke the words that he had almost forgotten but remembered clearly now, as if they had been buried underneath and preserved perfectly by layers and layers of other things, only to come up to the surface now, shiny and new.

"Calor Cupiditatis."

A warm breath of air caressed the tips of his fingers when a soft light coloured like a candle's flame burst from the tip of his wand, floated through the air noiselessly and hit Sarah in the middle of her back.

At first he thought he might have made a mistake, for there was no reaction. She just kept walking.
But then, she slowed down. Eventually, she stopped completely.

Next, she let out a groan and shook once all over.

Scorpius panicked a little and swore under his breath, pocketing his wand again. His stomach churned with fear. "Sarah!" he called as he walked up to her, slowly and apprehensively, "are you all right?"

Fuck. Fuck fuck. What have you done, you bloody idiot? Casting an unknown spell at her, you dumb-

Instead of giving him an answer, she turned her face toward him. He got a smouldering look, angry, calculating, a long, hard stare.

And suddenly his hands were full with his not-quite-girlfriend. She pounced on him, pressed her body fiercely into his, making him back up against the wall which he hit with an 'ouf!', and snogged him so deeply that for a moment he feared she was going to take out his tonsils.

Another moment later, every coherent thought had vanished, along with all the grief the day had given him. His eyes fell shut and he kissed and licked and gnawed and sighed, blissfully indifferent to the fact that they were very visible and audible in the corridor. He grabbed handfuls of her soft hair as she clutched at his, felt the curves of her body and let his hands rest blatantly on her backside without her swatting them away.

That evening was the first time he had ever got to touch a girl's breasts. Under the bra. He found that they were squishy and firm at the same time, a very exciting and unusual combination. Different from what he had thought – but much better, too. And he loved the sounds coming out of Sarah's mouth when he brushed and tweaked her nipples.

He ended up with his leg between hers, and Sarah ground her pelvis against his thigh like a maniac, moaning like she never had before, until she suddenly froze with a completely silent cry, clamping her thighs around his in an almost painful pincer-crab clutch, then shuddered mightily and then stilled slowly.

Little by little, the world ceased its mad racing.

"Uhm," she uttered afterwards as she 'dismounted', still panting a little. "That was weird."

"The good weird, I hope?" he muttered against her neck, sparing her the awkwardness of looking at her face, because it was really, really red and there was a sheen of sweat on her upper lip that was endlessly enticing while not being very attractive.

"Kind of," she mumbled back and tried to wipe the sweat away with her index finger without him noticing.

They kissed lazily and sloppily until it was definitely late. His watch told him that it was just past eight when Sarah set off to the Ravenclaw dormitories, explaining that she had an early Charms lesson tomorrow and needed sleep. He watched her stagger a little and steady herself on the wall as she went and couldn't help feeling like the king of the world for it. Drunk with kisses was a phrase that came to mind. My kisses.

And maybe some magic. He shoved that last thought aside.

The next day, he got her owl for breakfast. '6. Same place. Don't be late this time' the message read. The 'Don't' was underlined twice.

He turned and found her sitting with her Ravenclaw girls, Kamya Patil and Olivia Corner. She caught him looking and blushed a little.

"Malfoy, what're you looking like the cat that swallowed the canary for?" Mariella asked him from across the table as she saw his self-satisfied face. His classmate was decidedly not a morning person and took personal offence at anybody being cheerful before nine a.m.

He just shrugged, happy to have a secret for once, and continued with his breakfast.

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Things were great for two weeks. Two wonderful, dreamlike weeks.

They met clandestinely after class, and sometimes before and in between, and even ended up under a tree in Hogsmeade one Sunday afternoon. Except for that one time in Hogsmeade – when she was wearing four layers of clothing against the cold – she would let him fondle her breasts however he wanted. And he seized the chance, and other things, and enjoyed and saw to it that she enjoyed herself as well.

It was fun and games, exciting because it was new, and because it was their exclusive secret, and it felt light because no words were needed. Unlike all their classmates' relationships around them, there was no need for drama, big arrangements or commitment. Because of that, it felt a bit unreal. In fact, Scorpius woke up in the middle of the night once or twice thinking that it was just a wet dream, and that impression lasted the whole day until Sarah came up to him and pulled him into some alcove again to correct it.

He only used the spell twice more. The first time, Sarah missed the entirety of History for it. She did get detention that time around and was angry with him. He sneakily followed her like he had said he would – which then became the second time. Just to make the anger go away, he told himself.

He got to third base with her right there in the classroom.

She was feverishly hot and very moist. Not exactly sticky, but thick like oil or honey. He remembered the picture of the oddly asymmetric petals from that book in which he had found the spell. It was not really accurate – but more accurate than Filius Brocklehurst's idea of a neat, straight slit anyway. It had omitted the hair, which was virtually everywhere, dark blonde and brownish and and wiry, and no one could have prepared him for the intense smell. It was unlike anything he knew.

Sarah was like a cat in heat under the spell. Her chest was heaving and her nipples were hard and sensitive to the touch. Her eyes gleamed at him as she guided his hands and spread her legs.

When he touched the little pearl it made her breath hitch and moan so loudly he almost feared getting caught. Her hips bucked and bucked again to grind against his fingers, his hand. Scorpius had never been so aroused in his life. The sight, the noises, it was maddening and everything else around him disappeared from his brain.

To return the favour, she went down on him. After all those years of masturbation he hadn't expected this to be so very different from what he had known, but it was.

Oh, yes, it was.

His knees were so weak he had to hold on to the wall. He was seeing stars twinkling, and comets rained down every time she did that thing with her tongue- he mewled and she did it again and- and- For a moment there, Scorpius felt like dying of pure bliss.

The next day, she broke up with him via owl.

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"Sarah! Sar- Sarah!" He ran slalom around the oncoming pupils with some effort, bumped into some and didn't bother apologising. Most of them were taller than him, so he lost sight of her dark blonde hair for a second, but caught it again when she hurried up the stairs.

"Sarah, please!" He hurried after her.

Finally, she stopped on the first landing, turned around with a mighty sigh and went "What, Malfoy?"

"I- I want to talk to you," he pleaded and knew he sounded like a complete wimp.

"Oh, all of a sudden." She rolled her eyes. "We never talked much before, did we?" She cocked an eyebrow at him, then looked around with her arms crossed defensively before her, eyeing every student who was going up or down the stairs around them with measured disdain.

He frowned, slowly walking up to the landing to be eye to eye with her, but she was wearing heels so he ended up looking up at her anyway. "You... You never minded not talking, before," he noted carefully, almost scared that she would contradict him. He knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if it turned out that she hadn't really enjoyed herself at all. That he had forced her – even though he knew the spell was a kind of force, but she had done it without the spell as well, and several times, so logically-

"No, I didn't mind," she replied and relief washed over him, followed by a wave of coldness when she added with a shrug, "but that's just not enough for me. Also, there's just nothing to talk about with you, really. So... it's over, Scorpius." She made to walk upstairs, then hesitated on the second step and threw an offhanded "Not that it was ever actually 'on', really. Just go away, leave me alone" over her shoulder.

"Is there someone else?" he immediately disregarded her request and also ignored the annoyed comments from several fifth years who were just coming down the stairs. "Is this what it's about?"

She just kept walking and didn't give any sign whether she had heard or not.

He stood on that landing long after she was out of sight, angry and empty and disappointed, while his fellow students growled at him for standing right in the way.

Knowing that she would leave him for one reason or another eventually – that had been one thing. Actually being left – even if the connection was merely physical and hadn't even lasted a full month – was quite another.

Also, things had been so good. Better than good, and always getting better. He hadn't seen it coming at all. He thought they had chemistry together, a connection that was growing ever stronger. Something special. He didn't understand.

He felt awful the entire day, which aptly dragged on and on and on. Remembering Sarah and their time together was a taxing experience, both hurtful – now that it was strictly confined to the past and would only fade – and arousing. In the end, being aroused in that manner was almost sickening, but he couldn't help it even though he tried. After suffering through astronomy class, he stole away from his mates and jerked off in a boy's bathroom. He tried to imagine her noises and the feeling of her hot mouth, but the more he focussed on it, the less he succeeded.

On his way down to the Slytherin dungeons, he saw her walking down a corridor.

James Sirius Potter's arm was around her waist.

/TBC

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