Famous
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, and any similarities with real life is purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, nudity, etc.), and 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 flew out to see her parents on her birthday. Scorpius took the aisle seat next to her in first class, and she wondered if he'd had to check his firearm to get through security. She went shopping in Paris with her mother during the day, went with both parents to the Eiffel Tower restaurant for dinner, where she was treated to champagne and a slice of birthday cake complete with candle, compliments of the chef.
She spent the night in a room at the same hotel as her parents, with a nice view overlooking the Seine, and was slated to fly back home in the afternoon. She was strolling through an open-air market, filled with shouting from vendors and the sounds of live animals and patrons jabbering away in French. Scorpius stuck close as she wandered, feeling distinctly out of his element. The redhead, sensing his discomfort and feeling devious, pretended to be looking over a selection of bread and reached out covertly and pinched the ass of the woman standing next to her.
As expected, the woman turned, eyes narrowed, and looked accusingly at Scorpius. "Comment oses-tu, vous putain de cochon! Gardez vos mains pour vous, fils de pute, ou je vous arracherai tes testicules!"
Lily, like the rest, pretended to be shocked by Scorpius's behaviour. "Oh mon Dieu, je suis tellement désolé, mademoiselle! C'est un Américain, il n'a pas de cerveau."
"Dites au bâtard Américain de regarder ses mains, parce que ce genre de merde n'est pas toléré ici. Même si son visage est beau," the woman snapped, sent one last vengeful glance at Scorpius and marched away.
"Je ne sais pas de quoi elle se plaint. Je ne me dérangerait pas qu'il me toucher partout où il aimait," said the woman behind the counter. Lily grinned and moved on, Scorpius at her elbow.
"Why do I get the feeling you did that on purpose?" he murmured.
"Because I did," she replied with a small smile. "I wanted you to get that first hand experience of a Parisian yelling at you in a language you don't understand. Was it good for you, too?"
Lily glanced over her shoulder to see him grin and her heart fluttered, stomach flip flopping a little. "It wasn't bad. And despite the language barrier, I think I understood her meaning, for the most part." She grinned back. "What I want to know is what you said about me to her. I gathered the American part," he added.
The redhead smiled wider. "I would've thought you'd want to know about the vendor lady saying she wouldn't mind you putting your hands all over her, personally," she said teasingly, and turned away, going to look at the work of an artist selling sketches of the locals sights.
They flew home in Harry Potter's private jet and Scorpius felt much less on edge with his Ruger strapped to him once more, even though security risks were pretty much nonexistent at thirty six thousand feet, armed or not. Lily was sitting in the cluster of four seat next to his, sketching with her feet up on one of the seats and Scorpius smirked because she had Hello Kitty socks on.
"Why are you smirking at my feet?" she murmured, shifting a little.
"Your socks are amusing."
Lily's hazel eyes peeked over her sketchbook to look at her toes. "Well that's a relief. I thought you were going to tell me you have a thing for feet."
The blond snorted. "Generally not." She fell silent, only the scratching of her pencil breaking the silence. "What are you drawing?"
She looked up again. "Nothing important," she said, smirking a little. "Why?"
He resisted frowning. "Just curious. We have approximately seven more hours to go in this plane, though, and it's going to get awfully dull staring at the Atlantic."
Lily stared at him for a moment then shut her sketchbook. "I was drawing a donkey," she said at last, and stuffed her book into a massive tote bag and stuck her pencil in the messy bun atop her head. "So, since we're stuck here on this plane for seven hours, what would you like to talk about?"
Scorpius shrugged. "Up to you."
"Oh goody," she said, sitting up and crossing her legs under herself in her stretchy grey leggings with their low-slung pink waistband. "Let's talk about why you seem so determined to be a boring pain in my ass."
"Does that include the follow up of why you're so determined to undermine my employment?" he shot back and she frowned.
"No." She folded her arms and he couldn't help thinking about the way her soft breasts pushed up and together when she folded her arms like that. "Stop that," she mumbled.
"Stop what?" he rumbled.
Lily blushed a tiny bit. "Staring at me like that."
Scorpius almost smirked. "Like what?"
"Like you have any desire to do anything other than look."
Scorpius did smirk now. "Maybe I do," he said, but looked away.
Lily snorted. "Yeah right," she mumbled. He glanced back over. "You wanted to quit after kissing me."
"And did it ever occur to you that the transfer request was because I work for you and thusly it would be unethical to be kissing you, let alone anything else?"
"Bull," Lily said simply. "I don't pay you, do I? And I'm pretty sure I already told you I don't need or particularly want you following me around, but I let it slide because my dad is paranoid. I figured since you're single, reasonably attractive, and not quite old it wouldn't matter if we had fun, but apparently that's a big deal. My bad."
"It's still unethical."
The redhead shrugged. "Whatever. But if you're just saying that to spare my feelings, don't bother." She reached for her sketchbook again.
"Are you kidding?" he asked before he could stop himself.
"No," she said firmly. "I'm not. I get it, you're like a twelve on the one to ten, and I'm definitely not even close. It's whatever. I'm over it."
Scorpius got up and went over to her little grouping of seat, sitting down directly across from her. "Is that what you really think? That I don't want to?"
Lily blinked. "You put in a goddamn transfer request, what was I supposed to think?" she snapped, looking wonderfully sexy in her indignation. Scorpius leaned forward, put a hand to her jaw and drew her forward, kissing her softly.
"What I fucking told you, Lily," he breathed after breaking away. "Crossing the line. Potentially being fired. Unethical behaviour and whatnot."
"Then why did you just-?" He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue slipping into her mouth, drawing a soft whimper from her before he pulled back.
"Because I really fucking want to, despite it crossing the ethical line." He smirked a tiny bit. "And because we're pretty much alone except whoever's flying this plane at thirty six thousand feet."
"Good," Lily said, then tossed her sketchbook aside and climbed into his lap. "Because we have like seven more hours on this flight, and staring at you staring at the Atlantic is going to get really boring."
When Lily got to her rooms, floating on cloud nine after the long drive from the airport home and the hot and heavy kiss she'd shared with Scorpius before they'd exited the SUV, which had been almost as good as the ones they'd exchanged on the plane. She was exhausted and half horny, and smirked at the neat little stack of mail that had been left on the little coffee table in her sitting area. There were a couple magazines, a package containing sample paint colours she'd ordered, and a couple letters. One was from a rag, requesting an interview about her 'Man of Mystery'. She tossed it aside. The second was without a return address and the note within was short and typed. VERY GOOD. WE APPROVE. Tucked in the note was a four by six photo, not very good quality, but one that depicted her and Scorpius walking from her father's private jet. He with his hand hovering over her lower back, her grinning up at him. It wasn't particularly damning, but she blushed, because after knowing what had passed between them minutes before the picture was taken, it felt damning.
Lily bit her lip, trying and failing not to feel anxious. She didn't know what these mysterious people wanted from her, but she couldn't ignore the feeling that they wouldn't stop hounding her and tormenting her until they got whatever they wanted. And she had an even worse feeling what they wanted was to splash her secrets all over the press, most specifically, the fact Scorpius was rapidly becoming more than just the hired muscle.
She got up the next morning and went running, as per usual, and tried to clear her mind, but it wasn't working. She pulled up to a stop just as she reached the pond at the park. A single old man was there, feeding ducks. Lily panted and wordlessly accepted water.
"Your time is shit today, what's up?" Scorpius asked when she pulled her earbuds out.
She looked at him. "I ate too much food in Paris."
Dark grey eyes, as turbulent as a thunderhead, regarded her steadily for a moment. "Is that it?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," she said, then watched his gaze meander over her left shoulder. "Camera?"
"Yes."
Lily nodded and licked her lips and clicked her music back on. "Run beside me on the way back." She handed the water back and lifted her earbuds.
"No," he said and she frowned, pausing. "Better vantage point at five paces behind." Lily rolled her eyes and sucked in a breath as he leaned in and added very softly against her ear, "Of your ass at least."
She blushed, smiling a little despite it, and shoved him playfully. "Too bad all you'll do is look," she replied, and put her music in, starting back home.
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Two Months Later
Lily sighed as she sank into Rose's couch. "I need a drink," she murmured. Rose supplied a vodka and OJ promptly. "Thank the Lord," she said gratefully and took a long pull.
"Going insane?" her cousin teased. Lily rolled her eyes, slouching and putting her feet up on the coffee table.
"You have no idea," the redhead grumbled. It had been precisely seventy two hours since she'd seen Scorpius and she missed him. He'd gone, with her father and mother and their vast array of personnel, including her mother's hairdresser and makeup woman, to New York for her mother's designer clothing launch in a handful of boutiques on Fifth Avenue. Hector had been assigned to her, Scorpius taking over for the handsome Latino man. And they weren't due back until Saturday night, late. Which was still over twenty four hours away.
"Come on, Lily, tell me all about it. I can tell it's juicy."
Lily shook her head, taking a longer drink. "I can't. But I can say it's going to be good when my parents come home."
The auburn haired, blue eyed woman frowned a little. "If you're lonely, just come crash here for a bit."
Lily smirked a little. "It's not terrible, really," she murmured, then brightened. "You should come stay with me," she said.
Rose snorted. "Buzz kill."
Hazel eyes rolled. "Come on, Rose, it won't be bad. You just can't toke obviously. But I know for a fact my dad doesn't lock his liquor cabinet any more," she teased. When they were teens, it had always been locked against them after one very bad night when Lily was fifteen.
Rose laughed. "Maybe. Your place is a hike to work, though."
Lily waved a hand. "I'll even throw in a free chauffeur. C'mon, Weasley, be a peach."
"Fine," Rose said, and Lily clinked glasses with her. "But if the security's still hot, I'm totally taking advantage."
They headed back to the Potter residence and kept the drinks flowing. And then Rose got the bright idea to go swimming, only naked. Lily laughed uproariously. "Yeah right," she said. "You know there's a camera, right?"
Blue eyes widened. "No! Oh my God, we have to now. Come on." Lily dug her heels in as Rose dragged her outside.
"Rose, this is stupid, there are people watching!" Lily said, shocked as Rose pulled her top off.
"So? I want to go for a dip, but I don't have a bathing suit."
The redhead blushed and looked away as Rose stripped and jumped in the pool, shaking her head. Rose splashed her. "Come on, Potter, loosen up. I've seen you in the buff before."
Lily rolled her eyes. "That's not the point. I don't want the security muscle ogling my tits and ass." Unless it's Scorpius.
Rose grinned, resting her arms on the edge of the pool. "I hope that hunk who drove us here is watching. Yum."
Lily giggled. "I wonder." Her hazel eyes shone with mischief. "Maybe I'll call Hector and we'll find out." She stood up and pulled her cell phone from her pocket. Rose forced a shrug, drifting back in the water.
"Go for it. He's probably sleeping."
Lily grinned and dialed Hector anyway. He picked up on the second ring and her smile grew. Rose's eyes widened. "Hi," the redhead said. "This is going to sound crazy, but you should do me a favour and go watch the camera by the pool."
She heard something in the background. "Why is that?" Hector asked.
"You wouldn't, Lily!" Rose said from the middle of the pool.
"Just go look," Lily said, then giggled, shifting the phone to look at Rose. "Are you going to get out and get dressed, then?" she called.
There was more noise in the background from Hector's end, the sound of someone speaking quietly, but the redhead couldn't tell what was being said. "Should you two be swimming in your condition?" Hector finally asked.
Lily grinned. "I'm not swimming. I'm like responsible as fuck right now. My cousin is skinny dipping though. She said she hoped you were watching, so now that you are, I guess enjoy the show. Bye." Lily hung up and Rose gave her the finger.
"I'm not getting out now," she said stubbornly.
"Come on, the poor guy probably doesn't get much in the way of excitement, he works for my mom," Lily said, laughing, sitting down on a lounge chair. "Just get out quick. Look, there's even towels."
Rose glared, but then swam over. "I'm snitching one of your dad's bottles. He buys the nice vodka."
Lily laughed some more. "Go for it, but if you get caught, I'm claiming ignorance."
Her cousin grinned. "Bitch," she said, climbing out of the pool. "I'm telling them it was your idea," she said then ran over for a towel. Lily giggled uncontrollably and then her phone rang.
"Hello?" she gasped through her laughter, because Rose shook her soaking hair on her.
"I owe you one," Hector said. "Stop playing by the pool and go to bed."
"Goodnight, Hector," she purred, and hung up on him. "Come on, I need munchies." Rose gathered up her clothes and they headed into the kitchen for food and more drinks.
"So what's up with having your mom's muscle? Did the other one quit on you or something?" Rose teased as they raided the cupboards.
"No, he's in New York with my mom and dad and the rest."
Rose frowned. "Why?"
Lily shrugged. "How should I know? Something about hands-on training." She tried not to think too hard on it, because it made her miss him even more.
"Huh. So does that mean you get him again when he comes back?"
"I think so." I hope so. Rose grinned.
"Good. He's nice eye candy." Lily frowned a tiny bit. "What? Why are you looking at me like-?" Rose's eyes went huge. "You didn't, girl!"
The redhead affected a blank expression. "Didn't what?" she said, even as she felt herself start to blush. She'd never been any good keeping secrets from Rose, who seemed to have a sixth sense about Lily's private life.
"You're totally banging him, aren't you!?"
Lily went more red. "I am not!"
"Hmm," Rose said, smirking, and topped up their drinks. "Do you want to be?" she whispered.
Lily snorted. "I'm not dead," she said defensively. "I've thought about it." Rose cackled. "Stop. It's not going to happen. We just hang out." And make out and sometimes it gets a little hot and heavy. "He's the muscle. Nothing's allowed to happen."
Rose scoffed. "Come on, Lils, rules are made to be broken. And that is one fine ass rule to break, I think."
The redhead shook her head. "So not going to happen." Because he's so never going to let it go that far.
"Boo. He might be fine, but that guy seriously needs to loosen up. Maybe what he needs is to get good and laid." Rose arched a brow at Lily pointedly and the redhead blushed, shaking her head.
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