Brewing Perfection

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 and mild BDSM themes, 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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One Month Later

"You wouldn't," Lily said, frowning at him discouragingly. Blaise's brows shot up. "Blaise," she said, trying to look and sound stern, but he could tell, by the way her eyes darted down to his mouth, then down over his frame, she was more than open to the idea of a little romp in his office.

"Come here," Blaise said firmly, looking at her, face and tone both brooking no refusals.

Lily felt her face smart as her pulse kicked up, heart thudding excitedly, libido stirring to life with those two simple words. But she went. Around his desk to his chair, and after turning under the sure, deliberate motions of his hands on her hips, she sat when he pulled her down onto his lap. Her nipples hardened, aching pleasurably, as his hands slid down her thighs from her hips, mouth brushing the side of her neck, even as she reached up to undo her hair from its bun and her dark red locks tumbled around her shoulders.

"You should know better than to challenge me, my pet," he said in a low voice against the shell of her ear, and Lily wriggled atop him, breasts arching out in a wordless plea, a soft moan sighing from between her rosy lips. "And I think you do know better, my pet, and you do it anyway, because you enjoy the repercussions of it."

Lily licked her lips again, then bit the lower one as Blaise's nose dragged down her neck, teeth grazing lightly, then edged aside her collar to press his teeth into the soft, supple connection between neck and shoulder. "Yes, Sir," she breathed. "Please," she added in a whisper, wanting, hoping he would give in, half knowing he wouldn't.

"Please what, my pet?" he said, and she could hear the edge of amusement in the lilt of his tone. She opened her mouth to reply, but then he was pulling her skirt up, hands caressing the upper inside of her thighs, and she groaned. "Please what, my pet," Blaise repeated, in that firm, authoritative voice that made her panties wet, only this time it wasn't a question. It was a demand.

"Please fuck me, Sir," she breathed, and her lover smiled into her neck. She watched his left hand glide up to start undoing the buttons on her blouse as the right slide up her thigh and in, caressing her through her knickers and making her bite back a loud moan of approval.

"Oh no, my pet, that comes later," he said, and nipped her earlobe playfully. "But I promise you, you'll get my cock, sweetheart."

Lily blushed again, and felt her nipples get impossibly harder as they were exposed to the cool air, the sheer lace of her bra not concealing a thing. She couldn't help the moan as his talented fingers, so deft and precise, swirled tantalizingly slow around her clit in a lazy spiral. "Oh, yes, please," she breathed, her panties getting damp as she got more and more turned on. Blaise spread his thighs, spreading hers as well, and her skirt rode up to her hips.

"You have no idea how much your begging pleases me, my pet," Blaise rumbled with satisfaction. "But you need to learn patience." Lily pouted the tiniest bit, if only because she was facing away from him. "And you were far too spoiled before, which I suppose is my own error. But you were so utterly irresistible, my pet, I couldn't stand not having you."

Lily moaned, low in the back of her throat, because Blaise's fingertip against her clit, swirling lazily, had picked up speed and intensity, but just as she felt her arousal building into an orgasm, he slowed to his maddening, lazy speed, fingertips meandering south to caress her dripping slit through her definitely wet knickers briefly, before returning to her clit, stroking slow and lazy again. She arched and gyrated, trying for more in response, his caresses stoking her arousal from her denied release. "Please, Sir," she whispered, in agony, because she wanted to come for him, and she knew her boss turned lover would draw out her pleasure until she couldn't bear it, and she really was bloody impatient. But he merely chuckled.

"Beg and plead all you wish, my pet," he murmured, his left hand moving to tease a nipple with consummate skill of what she liked best. She whimpered in mingled frustration and delight, because once again, his fingertip against her clit began moving faster. "And grind that sexy little ass on me all you like," he added, as she wriggled her hips, trying to get more friction on her clit. "I'm going to teach you patience. And I think I'm hungry, my pet, and that you're on the menu."

Lily breathing hitched at that, because she felt her nipples going unbearably hard, restrained in her stupid brassiere, and Blaise was rubbing his fingertips, maddeningly, up and down her dripping entrance once more, thoroughly soaking her little lace and cotton knickers. "Sir," she moaned, arching her hips up, hungry for more.

"Stand up and take off your clothes," he said with that steely authority once more, and Lily complied eagerly, standing up and shucking her clothing with almost indecent haste. "All of them," he said when she made to sit back down in only her knickers. She stripped her panties as well, blushing despite knowing he'd obviously seen her naked before. "Mmm, so very irresistible, my pet," he murmured, the backs of his fingers dragging teasingly up the back of her right thigh. "You may sit back down."

Lily sat, straddling Blaise's lap at his guidance, legs spread wide, his erection nestled firmly between her buttocks. "Please, Sir," she murmured, moaning as his hands traced up her sides, then around to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples teasingly.

"Not yet, my pet. I told you," he pinched both her nipples lightly, and tugged firmly, making her squeak in mingled pain and pleasure, "I'm hungry, my pet, and I'm in the mood to devour you."

Lily looked over her shoulder at him, his dark eyes meeting her hazel ones, his full mouth quirking up on one side, looking unbearably sexy. "Do I get to come after you devour me, Sir?" she asked softly, and Blaise slid a finger under her chin, drawing her forward, back coming up flush against his chest.

"We'll have to see, my pet," he replied, then kissed her lingeringly, tongue tracing the inside of her upper lip, making something hot and sharp jolt through her core, before pulling away. "Bend forward," he said firmly, and with a gentle pressure on her lower back with his other hand, she complied.

When Lily had braced her hands on the floor, her legs still splayed over his thighs as she held herself up between them, she blushed hard. Because she knew for a fact she was utterly and completely on display for Blaise, and although it was an arousing thought, it was still inherently embarrassing, at least a little. She moaned as his hands smoothed over her buttocks, lightly gripping the soft, firm, and creamy flesh, then spread her further, making Lily's ears burn, but in the next breath, she didn't give a crap who saw her, because Blaise had put his mouth on her. She moaned loud and uninhibited as he licked her, parting the slick folds of her sex with his tongue, making her eyes roll back in her head as molten pleasure shorted out her brain.

"Mmm, yes please, Sir, yes. I want to come for you so bad, Sir," she moaned incoherently as he ate her out, tongue fucking her pussy and suckling and licking teasingly at her clit. She whimpered as he pulled away abruptly and a firm spank landed on her left buttock.

"Patience, my pet," he rumbled, as a pink mark in the vague shape of a handprint appeared on her creamy buttock.

"Sir," she moaned, her tone pleading, and he kissed the slightly warm pink spot.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Be a good girl, and you'll get it, my pet." She couldn't help but moan as he dropped his mouth to her sex again, licking and nipping hungrily, pushing her to the brink and keeping her there with embarrassing ease. "Mmm, you really want to come all over my cock, don't you, my pet?" he purred, pulling back to look at her dripping pussy and the tight, puckered little hole of her anus, feeling curious and in the mood to push Lily's boundaries.

"Yes, Sir," she panted, and he could almost taste her frustration. His thumb brushed against her slit, her wetness coating the digit efficiently, and she groaned as his thumb then slid up and over her asshole, pressing teasingly. "Sir!" she whimpered sharply, ass jerking under his ministrations as he pushed his slick thumb slowly into her. She moaned as he grasped a hip to steady her, then withdrew his probing digit.

"Do you like that, my pet?" he rumbled, lubricating his thumb yet again before teasing her once more, loving the way Lily's pert, firm little ass wriggled before him, her dripping pussy all but begging to be fucked.

"Unh, Sir," she grunted, and then cried out as a sharp, stinging, and very hard spank landed on her right buttock. This time a clear, bright red hand print appeared on her porcelain flesh, and she moaned as Blaise kissed the stinging, hot flesh.

"Answer the question, my pet," he said firmly.

"Yes, Sir, I like it" she said, face going bright red she was positive, sucking in a deep breath, and then it whooshed out as his mouth dipped to taste her once more, only this time his talented tongue skated right up over her anus, swirling with purpose over the puckered flesh, and Lily almost face planted on the floor in surprise. "Sir," she mewled, and Blaise grunted, a sure sign he had anticipated her response.

"Yes, my pet?" he purred, then licked her again, making her arms tremble and her arousal climb to dizzying heights, despite her neglected clit and pussy.

"Please, Sir," she moaned, hoping he would know, because her face burned just thinking the words. She could feel him poised over her, his breath fanning over her intimately, and she moaned and wriggled in denial and anticipation.

"Please what, my pet?" he asked in a dangerously soft voice, that told her she would tell him precisely what she wanted, or he would tease her mercilessly until she screamed her frustration.

"Please, don't stop," she panted, face surely boiling bright red, and not just from her position. "I want you to devour me, all of me, Sir, please. I want to come while you lick my ass like that, I want to come for you, Sir, so bad, please, please, Sir," she said incoherently.

His hand came down upon her left buttock again, and then the right directly after, and by the time he'd delivered half a dozen hard spanks, making her ass bright, boiling red to match her face, she was biting back a sob at the pain, even as her pleasure surged in the burning aftermath. "Stand up," Blaise said firmly, and she did, even as she batted aside the tears that had gathered on her lashes and heard him undoing his pants. "Turn around," he added softly, and she did, and when he opened his arms to her, she slid onto his lap once more, facing him, putting both her arms around his neck and melting against the solid, hard planes of him. "Oh, sweetheart, you know just how to make me give in to you, don't you?" he sighed, and Lily, who had buried her face in his neck, arms clutching his strong, broad shoulders, shook her head.

"I just want to please you," she whispered, and turned her head slightly, pressing her mouth to his neck, just above the collar of his shirt. "But I am impatient," she admitted, and pulled back from his embrace a little. She looked down, swallowed thickly, and bit her lower lip before peeking back up at him through her lashes.

"And patience is a skill that will serve you well, and not just with me, Lily," Blaise said, tilting her chin up to look at her properly. His other hand smoothed around her hip possessively. "Potioneering is twenty percent patience, ten percent determination, and sixty nine percent hard work."

"What's the other one percent?" she asked without thinking.

"Luck," he said easily, and kissed her. "And it just so happens I have that extra one percent that puts me at the top in spades," he added, and Lily smiled. He drew her forward to kiss her, his lips soft and persuasive at first, then slowly growing in hunger and dominance before he broke away. "Now, my pet, are you ready for the reward for your patience?" he asked in a soft, sexy voice that made her nipples bead once more and her lady bits snap to attention.

"Yes, Sir," she breathed, even as his hands both moved to her ass grasping the reddened flesh gently, making her whimper with delight as he guided her to take him inside her. Lily's head tipped back as she at last bottomed out on him, feeling full and horny and utterly at his mercy as his strong hands moved to grip her hips, keeping her motionless.

"Is it good, my pet?" he asked, feeling her clench him from within, her hips rolling gently as she rocked atop his erection.

"Oh yes, Sir, so good," she moaned, her lovely porcelain hands moving down his shirt as she tossed her mane of hair, looking like a pagan sex goddess fallen to Earth for his enjoyment. He held her steady as she fought to ride him, loving the huffs of frustration she made and the soft moans of arousal that refused to be denied.

"And is it better because you waited for it, my pet?" he asked roughly, his own arousal threatening to wriggle free of his iron control. His hands moved to her ass again, gripping her firmly, making her hiss and jerk forward, pushing her pert, plump breasts into him.

"Mmm, yes, Sir," she panted, even as she began unbuttoning his shirt boldly, slipping both hands inside eagerly to touch his naked flesh. Blaise grinned, because she was impatient, but when it came to her, he found patience didn't come as easily as usual either. He lifted her, loving the soft squeal of delight she made as he brought her firmly back down onto his dick, her luscious heat, all slick and inviting, testing the limits of his willpower. "Yes, Sir," she moaned.

Lily wasn't sure she could hold back any longer, and then her lover sat back, removing his hands from her entirely, making her pout instinctively, and sat back in his chair, finishing undoing the last few buttons on his shirt she hadn't bothered with. "Pleasure yourself," Blaise said firmly, looking at her with hunger, and Lily felt a hot ache, sizzling like a lightning strike, through her core, and she writhed a little atop him. The redhead need no further invitation, and easily moved into a sensual, easy rhythm as she rode him, moaning and touching him greedily, even as he shed his crisp white button down entirely.

Blaise sat back, watching and hearing her pleasuring herself with him, enjoying the way his young assistant's lithe little body rolled atop him, her slick heat gripping and sliding over his prick, her luscious mouth gasping and moaning and pleading for him to finish her. As Lily picked up speed and intensity, pushing herself closer to the brink, Blaise lost the fight against not touching her. His hands moulded her creamy flesh hungrily, teasing her nipples until they were plump and engorged, spreading her hot little ass as she bounced on him.

"Sir," she moaned at last, clinging to him as her hips rocked, fast and desperate, "Sir, please, I need to come," she moaned in a tortured whisper, and the dark eyed wizard knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Stand up, my pet," he said, and she moaned louder than ever, clearly disappointed, even as she acquiesced. "Turn around and bend over the desk," he said in her most favourite, panty-soaking voice, and Lily readily complied, hoping he would fuck her from behind, because that was definitely on her favourites list.

She groaned as he spread her, yet again, lifting onto her tippy toes, even in her heels, to display herself more readily for him, arching back for more as he slid two fingers into her, fucking her slowly with them. "Please, Sir," she moaned, "please!"

Blaise grunted, withdrew his fingers and flicked her clit, hard, making her gasp sharply. "So impatient today, my pet," he rumbled, and she groaned as she felt the head of his prick teasing her dripping slit. She moaned, back arching, pelvis tilting greedily, as he filled her in one long, slow push, filling her to the brim again, and she felt her cheeks go red as he leaned over her, pinning her with his body, and snapped his hips hard, forcing himself deeper still and a yelp from her. "But I can't blame you I suppose, sweetheart," he murmured in his rough, deep voice that raked over her eardrums pleasurably. She moaned as he withdrew, then slammed home roughly, owning her, even as a hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip. "I find my own patience dwindling with every hot, perfect 'please, Sir' that falls from those lips," he said against her ear, pulling back and filling her, hard and dominating again, making Lily's lust spiral dangerously out of control, her willpower in tatters.

"Sir," she pleaded.

Blaise pulled back, picking up the pace of his fucking rapidly, until he was slamming into her, using both his grip on her hair and her hip for more leverage to pound her silly. And Lily, trying to please him, fought for control that hadn't a snowball's chance in Hell. "Fuck yes, my pet, yes," Blaise grunted, even as Lily felt his prick hitting the sweet spot within her as he released her hair to stand upright once more and grasp both hips, hard enough to bruise, fucking her hard enough she feared they'd move the desk across the room. "Who owns you?" he growled.

"You, Sir," she whimpered, her body betraying her at last as she felt her orgasm building to an irrepressible crescendo. "Yes, Sir, yes, YES!" Lily screamed as the pressure within exploded and white hot bliss slammed through her, dulling her senses to everything except the scalding waves of pleasure that crashed through her, leaving her trembling in the wake of the best orgasm of her life. She didn't hear Blaise grunting and cursing above her, or the painful grasp he had on her hips as he reached his own explosive release, and the redheaded witch only came aware of being pressed by his comforting weight into his desk in the panting, sweaty afterglow.

"You're going to be the death of me, sweetheart," Blaise breathed, pressing his mouth tenderly to her sweaty hairline, just above her ear, then withdrew and lifted off of her.

"I was just about to say the same thing," Lily admitted, groaning in discomfort as she stood, feeling every little ache and pain, both pleasurable and just annoying. She bit back a second groan as she bent to pick up her clothes to slip them back on.

Blaise, sitting back in his chair, shirt on but still unbuttoned, watched her. The sexy way she shimmied into her knickers and the seductive, slow glide of her skirt up her creamy thighs, over her still cherry red ass. He couldn't resist the pleased half smile, even as she put her sexy little lace brassiere back on. "Wait," he said firmly as she made to slip her blouse back on, and the redhead paused, looking at him questioningly with her intelligent hazel eyes, her rosy mouth pursed in confusion. "I wanted to make sure I remember precisely how sexy you look in your little skirt and heels and bra, with your hair down, knowing that perfect little ass is still bright red for me."

He relished her blush, even as she pulled her little sleeveless blouse on, unable to meet his eyes like every other time he paid her a compliment, but smiling nonetheless. "Oh," she said, and to his surprise, she looked up at him again, and her mouth was tilted into a coy smile, lashes hiding her lovely eyes. "I think we can make a better mental picture than that, though," she said softly, and then kissed him lightly, stepped back, hiked up her skirt once more, and planted a hand on one hip, twisting her lower half to display her bright red ass peeking out from her knickers as she leaned forward a little over his desk. And Godric Gryffindor's dirty whore, she looked like a witch who could pose for porn she was so enticing with her shirt undone and her perfect, cherry red ass displayed for him and him alone.

"Much better," he said roughly, and smoothed a hand over her ass, then spanked her lightly, teasingly. "But you should get dressed, my pet. There will be plenty of time later tonight for you to show off that ass for me."

Lily blushed again, even as she remembered, with horror, that it was Sunday, and she'd promised her mother, after a month and a half of skiving off, she'd actually attend Sunday dinner at the Potter residence. "Shit," she breathed, eyes going huge, and Blaise frowned, because if he didn't know better he'd think Lily looked panicked. "Shit, what time is it, Blaise?" she demanded, and grabbed his arm roughly to consult his wristwatch. "Fuck!" she hissed, grabbing her robes off the floor, pulling her hair up roughly in the next second.

"What's wrong?" Blaise demanded calmly.

Lily sighed. "I'm late," she snapped. "And my mother is going to kill me."

Blaise frowned some more. "I don't understand. What are you late for, and why is your mother going to kill you?" His tone was still calm, but there was a note of firmness that made Lily's mind stray to what they'd just done, making her smile a tiny bit.

"Dinner," she said succinctly. "I'm late for dinner, and my mother is going to kill me because I've skipped Sunday dinner way too many times in a row. She's going to think I'm copping out on 'family time'."

Blaise grinned at that, at last buttoning his shirt over the creamy coffee coloured, toned perfection that was him naked from the waist up. "Are you?" he asked, looking amused.

"Of course," Lily said honestly. "I hate 'family time'."

Blaise stopped smiling at that. "Why should you hate spending time with your family?" he asked, sounding a little confused again. Lily pursed her mouth, sighing through her nose.

"I don't fit in with them. They're… Well, I mean, Albus is alright, I guess, and he's probably the one I'm closest to, but… I dunno. I've just never felt like I fit in with my family," she admitted. "I always felt like I wasn't a necessary piece of the whole."

Blaise frowned at that, and the redhead realized she was revealing far too much, and pulled away. "I have to go," she said, and kissed him. "I mean, we're done for now, right?" she added, because he was still frowning. "With the test potion?" she clarified.

"Of course, it needs to mature," Blaise said, brushing that query aside.

"Okay, then I'm out."

She kissed him, grinning against Zabini's mouth as he pulled her flush to him, grasping her ass through her skirt with both hands, and kissed her with much more intensity and thorough dominance. "You'll come back to my condo after you partially disappoint your mother and try to fit in with your family?" he pushed, after breaking away.

"Yes," she replied breathily, feeling half horny again after just a kiss. Blaise grunted, then kissed her again, tenderly.

"And you'll be a very good girl, and not get drunk, right?" he added teasingly, and Lily rolled her eyes, pushing him back, even as he held her close easily.

"Whatever," she mumbled, because that had been one time she'd gone out with her cousin Rose since she'd become more than just Blaise Zabini's assistant.

"Alright then. Hurry up, sweetheart, you're late," he said. She kissed him one last time, biting his lower lip hard enough to push the boundaries of teasing, then pulled away and Disapparated with a loud pop. Blaise sighed, instantly missing Lily's smile as she disappeared before him, and sat back in his chair again, unable to help but look at his desk, where he'd fucked his assistant turned lover into screaming ecstasy minutes before. And already, he could picture having her there again, after a long hard day of brewing potions, and arguing theories with Lily and himself, trying to find the key ingredient to his latest invention in the meantime, in a back corner of his mind.

Instead of dwelling on it, though, Blaise pushed thoughts of Lily and their phenomenal fucking, and the even more phenomenal curves of her luscious, womanly frame, and most of all, thoughts of how badly he wanted her again, naked and begging for him, firmly from his mind. He wanted, and he might even be into a phase of bloody needing Lily, but that was all. She was almost as good at her job as she was in bed, and he'd come to rely on her in the time she'd been employed by him. She had grown from a shy girl into a knowledgeable woman, who didn't hesitate to give her opinions and ideas, and who was becoming a helluva potioneer. And although a large part of Blaise rebelled at the notion of needing anything, from anyone, he couldn't deny that needing Lily didn't seem all that bad. And if he needed her a little, he was like fucking life support for her, certainly, and that thought made it all seem a little less uncomfortable.

In fact Lily, as she stumbled around her apartment, half dressed and in a frenzy, was thinking precisely that. That she had come, rapidly and thoroughly, addicted to Blaise Zabini. In every possible way. Being with him had become as easy and unconscious as breathing, and the redheaded witch couldn't, when she tried, fathom her life without the arrogant, wise, and sexy pureblood in it.

She sighed and walked into her parents' house fifteen minutes later, calling out a hello as she hung up her robes and moved into the kitchen toward the smells of roasting chicken and strawberry rhubarb pie. Albus and Scorpius were already seated at the table, and as Lily slid into her seat across from them, she saw her brother's dark brows lift. He exchanged a look with Scorpius, and Lily narrowed her eyes, promising vengeance if her brother should try ratting her out for activities she was positive he couldn't know about.

"Hey, Lils," Albus said, then flicked a glance to his lover, whose mouth thinned. "Come have a smoke with me," the green eyed wizard said. Lily's lip curled.

"Ew. I don't smoke, Albus." Her brother smirked, even as he stood, then briefly kissed the corner of Scorpius's frowning mouth.

"Come keep me company, then," he said and Lily sighed, even as she got up and followed her older brother outside into the back garden.

"What?" she demanded, folding her arms against the early May chill.

"How long?" Albus asked, lighting his fag with his wand tip, pulling in a lungful of cancerous smoke before blowing it out.

"How long, what?" Lily demanded.

Albus rolled vibrant green eyes. "I'm doing you a favour, Lils, by not having this conversation in front of the parentals," he said. "I'm not blind, and neither is Scor. How long have you been sleeping with him?"

"Who?" Lily asked, feigning confusion.

"Boo, Lily. And here you're supposed to be the smart one," Albus sighed, and tutted mockingly. "Zabini, of course."

Lily's face went red. "I'm not-"

"Don't lie," her brother said harshly. "I can see the fucking hickey on your neck. And I know for a fact the only other guy you've gotten a hickey from is gayer than a bloody maypole." Lily blushed darker, because it wasn't her fault she'd had a crush on what she'd assumed was a straight Scorpius Malfoy just before he'd gotten with her brother. And even if he'd been her first kiss, and first hickey, she was still embarrassed he'd ended up fancying blokes, and more precisely her brother, after snogging her. She pulled her collar tighter on her neck, and Albus smirked. "So?" he demanded, offering her a drag from his cigarette. Lily's eyes flicked back to the house, then she took a small puff and handed it back. "How long, then?"

Lily forced a shrug. "Since Athens," she admitted. They'd gotten back from a two week visit to the ancient city, where Blaise had been doing research into some of the more promising Ancient Greek potion records that she felt would be far more helpful than Rome had been. And while Lily wasn't yet convinced they'd amount to anything, even she had to admit, the Ancient Greeks seemed to have their potion making down to an art.

Albus lifted dark brows. "Lily, you got home from Athens a-"

"Month ago," she finished, scowling. "I'm aware, Albus. What's the point?"

Her older brother looked at her then sighed. "Look, I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but you're playing with fire, Lils." The redhead's lip curled again. "No, hear me out," he said, raising a hand as she reached for her wand. "Who's to say it's ever going to be more than a convenient lay for him, Lily? Shit, if I know you at all, you're already in love with him."

"I am not!" she snapped, even though part of her was aware she was flat out lying.

"Bull," Albus said simply. "If it was a no-strings sex thing you wouldn't care if the whole world knew," Albus insisted.

Lily scowled. "Even if that's the case, it would matter to Blaise, and we aren't-"

"Oh, honey," Albus sighed, and then rolled his eyes at her. "That right there just put the nail in the coffin. You wouldn't give a damn what he thought if you didn't care."

Lily shook her head. "So what if we're fucking?" she hissed. "It's no one else's business, and it's not a big deal." She drew herself up to her full five feet four inches. "And even if it were," she added with finality, "it doesn't change anything. So what if I feel anything? I'm not an idiot, Albus. It's going to be goodbye the second he realizes it's already gone too far, and even if I fall for him, so what? Don't I deserve to make that mistake?"

Albus pulled her into a hug, smelling like cigarettes and really nice cologne, and she sighed, because she couldn't remember the last time he'd hugged her like that. "You do," he admitted, "but that doesn't mean any of us want to see you get hurt, Lils. And Zabini's going to break your heart."

Lily pulled away from the embrace. "It doesn't matter," she said blandly, trying to keep her emotions at bay and think logically. "I'm not stupid, Albus. He's Blaise fucking Zabini. He could have any witch he wants, but he's picked me. I'm not fool enough to turn him down, even if I'm only ever a convenient lay."

Albus shook his head, even as she pushed past him to go back inside. "And you could have any other wizard," he mumbled, pushing a hand through his dark hair, knowing Scorpius would be pissed he hadn't been able to talk his sister out of messing around with Blaise Zabini. But, he had to admit, Lily could definitely do worse, if he was being honest. He doubted Scorpius would agree, or the rest of his family for that matter, if they found out, but Albus couldn't deny, the Lily who'd sat down across from him at their parents' table had not been the same Lily he'd last seen. She'd aged within and matured, probably because she'd finally gotten good and laid, and he supposed Zabini was responsible for seeing Lily finally grown up into a woman. And Albus couldn't fault the wizard for that, even if he still wanted to hex him for messing with his little sister.

Lily sat back down at the table, feeling mutinous, and shot Scorpius Malfoy a dark look. So far as she was concerned, that last little lecture had been mostly all his fault. To her surprise, he gave her a dark look back, even as Albus sat down beside him, shaking his dark head minutely. Lily shrugged, because she didn't give a Fizzing Whizbee about whether or not Scorpius agreed with her decision to keep seeing Blaise on a personal level while working for him.

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