Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.

Note – Another outtake. This one is different though. This is the idea of "What if?" Meaning this outtake is depicting what it would be like if Lily had been put in Gryffindor instead. What would she and other characters be like, what would be different, etc. Anyways, read, enjoy, and let me know what you think.

Slytherin's Potter: The Outtakes

What If: Gryffindor's Princess

Lily walked the halls proudly and without a care. After all, why should she care? Her day was going brilliant so far. Slughorn had continuously gushed over her during Potions, which Lily felt was always a bit of nice ego boost, which every girl occasionally needed. And not to mention that it was finally time for afternoon break, which Lily loved.

Hugo walked by her side as always, standing tall and just as careless. His hair was cut short; hiding what would otherwise be horrible messy curls. It was smooth, keeping his face open for the world to see. He walked with his shoulders set and his head high, just as she did.

And behind them were a few others from their year and also from Gryffindor House. But that was nothing new. They always tended to follow the two of them. Lily found that some of them tended to be a bit annoying after a while, but she also found it easy to ignore.

"So, Lily, what are we doing today?" Paige Wilde asked. Lily tried not to roll her eyes. She swore that sometimes the girl was like a puppy, and Lily wished that she'd take the time to gain her own personality.

"I have things to do," Lily said vaguely, which made Hugo laugh.

"You're just going to start another fight, dear cousin," he mocked.

Lily ignored his tone as she continued on her way, the others still following. "I really don't know what you could possibly mean," she retorted.

Hugo did roll his eyes. "So who is it today?"

"I'm meeting with Roddy," Lily answered honestly.

"And in public," Hugo commented as they walked outside, where most of the students were enjoying the surprisingly nice weather of October. There wasn't even a cold breeze in the air.

Lily shrugged. "So? I see nothing wrong with that." Hugo simply shook his head and chuckled. "Besides, you are really no better, cousin," she hinted. And it was true. Hugo had been jumping back and forth between snogging Paige Wilde, Julie McLaggen, and Connie Wood for months now, but never committing to any of them. It proved that he was just as bad as she was, although Lily saw nothing wrong with what she was doing.

For the past year, Lily had Roddy Bella, a seventh year, Robert Anderson, a seventh year, and Robbie Ackerly, a seventh year Ravenclaw, chasing after her. She flitted between the three of them, honestly not ready to decide if she wanted to be with one of them yet. But today she'd promised to spend the afternoon break with Roddy . . . while promising to spend lunch with ?.

"Lil!" Roddy called from where he stood by the lake. A smile came to Lily's face when she saw him. She really did like Roddy, not to mention that he was incredibly cute. With obvious muscle, smooth blonde hair, and dark eyes that sparkled in the sun.

But her smile dropped when she saw Albus and Rose there as well, and she knew that Roddy must have opened his mouth to Albus. Otherwise, they would have never known about their meeting up. But she faked a smile anyways. "Hey, Roddy," she greeted. And she didn't really care that her brother was there, and actually it gave her all the more reason to reach up and kiss him shortly on the lips. It made Roddy grin like an idiot, while her brother glared at him.

"That's my sister, Rod!" Albus complained with his glare.

Roddy just shrugged. "I'm a good guy," he defended.

"That's still my sister," Albus muttered.

"Anyone else hear the meowing of cats?"

They all turned to see a group of Slytherins coming their way, and soon all glares were aimed toward them. Lily glared at them as well, and her normal irritation toward Slytherins rose immediately. Among the group she caught Avery, Derrick, both Goyles, . . . and of course Malfoy, who they followed like puppies themselves.

Hugo, Albus, and Roddy immediately came to the front of their own group, like a shield. But Lily moved to stand with him. She never backed down from a challenge, and that's all Slytherins ever seemed to do.

"Back away before you get hurt, Malfoy," Hugo warned simply. He was never the one to start a fight, but would give the option to back out. But once it started, Hugo had no problem taking part.

Malfoy laughed. "Spare me, little Weasley. I'm more terrified of your prude sister than I am of you," he scoffed. Then he looked across them, and his eyes came to Lily, then to Roddy. "So, Princess Potter, this is the one you're banging tonight? Many Gryffindors must be so disappointed. And since it's Bella, you will be too." The rest of his group roared with laughter.

Lily simply rolled her eyes. "Aw, is Malfoy jealous that he has to settle for dimwit Montana? Sorry, but snakes aren't my thing."

Lily would never say it out loud, but Scorpius Malfoy was probably the most attractive man she'd ever seen. Again, she'd never admit it. But that rebellious look and air about him sometimes gave her shivers. The real lack of care that showed even in his uniform. His blonde and black hair that always looked like he'd either just gotten out of bed, or hands had just been running through it. Those stormy eyes, the strong build, and not to mention that debonair smirk that was always gracing his lips. Each of those things sent a spark down her spine.

That smirk now graced his lips as he stepped closer to her. "Oh, princess, I don't think you could handle me. I'd tire you out in seconds. After all, seeing as how your interest lies in boys like Bella, you wouldn't be used to a man of my . . . size," he murmured, his smirk growing even more arrogant, his low tone sending a shiver down her spine. She ignored how his friends roared with laughter again.

"Step back, Malfoy!" Roddy sneered, stepping closer to Lily, as if to protect her.

Even Lily ignored him, her eyes staying locked with Malfoy. She and him were always throwing snappy remarks back and forth between them, that wasn't new. But Lily had noticed the turn the statements had taken since sometime last year.

"Really?" Lily countered. "Because I'm sure whatever you got will just prove to me that you are just a boy."

"Like you would know?" Nikki Montana sneered from where she stood in the back of the group.

Lily sent her glare toward the older girl. She hated Montana, and not because she was ever a challenge. The girl was as dumb as a troll. But because something inside her stomach burned whenever she saw the tramp practically hanging off Malfoy's arm. "Are you implying something, Montana?" she hissed.

Malfoy was the one to respond, his smirk still growing, but his eyes darkening just a bit. "I think she's implying that you're just a little and inexperienced virgin, princess."

And while it didn't gain the laughter that his other comments did, Lily felt an uncontrollable blush rise to her cheeks, not hiding her anger or embarrassment. Because it hit home. Boys had been terrified of her thanks to James, and it had gained Lily a reputation that she didn't like. Untouchable and inexperienced. And the Slytherins always openly commented on it.

"You know nothing about me!" Lily said through gritted teeth.

"Back away from my sister!" Albus shouted.

"Aw, Princess Potter is going to cry," Lars Goyle said mockingly, making the other boys excluding Malfoy laugh.

Malfoy just continued to smirk. His eyes were like a storm, and he was openly sending a challenge to her. Maybe it was invisible to the others around them, but Lily could see it. And she would never back away from a challenge. So she did what she had to. She reached for Malfoy's collar, pulled him down, and pressed her lips against his roughly.

Lily had been kissed before. Many times, and by many different boys. And she liked to consider herself a good kisser. But Malfoy . . . Malfoy took the prize. Despite his initial, but short, surprise, his lips were warm and surprisingly soft. But then his hand came to her hair, practically digging into it, while his other hand wrapped around her and gripped her hip tightly. His lips moved just as harshly against her own, and it lit a fire in her system. A passion. It was a kiss she'd never before received, and knew she'd probably never get from anyone else.

But Lily stilled pulled away from him, even though part of her wished she wouldn't. Then she let go of his collar, and slapped him, glad to see his smirk leave as she did. The "SMACK" was loud, and gathered a lot of attention from others outside, and it received a few gasps and whispers. Malfoy himself just put his hand to his reddening cheek, and looked at her with a calm expression.

Lily just held herself proudly. "Remember that next time you call me an inexperienced virgin," she snarled, before pushing past him and walking away. She knew before she heard Hugo quickly following after her, and then the footsteps of the others. She heard Albus began to flip over what she'd done, and she could practically feel Roddy's jealousy. But she missed the returning smirk on Scorpius's face.

Lily knew that something was wrong with her when she woke up after a night of dreaming about Malfoy. Never before had it happened. In fact, she'd never dreamt about any boy, let alone the things she'd dreamt last night. She'd woken up feeling hot, and her breath almost leaving her. She had ignored the other girls as she'd gotten up and ready for the day, and hurried from the room.

Lily immediately wanted to find Hugo, who was usually waiting for her in the mornings. If there was anyone she could tell about this, it would be him. But she found him sitting on one of the couches, listening intently to whatever it was that Stacy Finnigan was saying. Hugo always said he only saw the girl as a friend, but Lily didn't believe him. Plus, Lily had thought for years that they'd look cute together.

So instead she left the common room, thinking she could just take a walk, and maybe clear her head. At the moment, some of her dreams were still flashing through her mind, and it scared and thrilled her. She wanted rid of them. But today, her normal good luck seemed to be leaving her.

Lily found herself stopping short at the end of one corridor. Scorpius Malfoy was sitting on a windowsill, a book on his lap. He seemed engrossed in whatever he was reading, a scowl on his face. It made that heat run over her skin again. Lily looked away from him. She wasn't that attracted to Scorpius Malfoy! Sure, he was handsome . . . the most handsome man she'd seen. But that didn't matter! Nothing should affect her like this!

Just as Lily debated on whether she should leave, or try to sneak by him, Malfoy looked up from what he was reading, and his eyes locked on hers. Slowly, a smirk came to his lips. He shut his book, and then got up and started toward her. Lily felt frozen where she stood. The closer he got, the more Lily could see a bit of lasting redness from where she'd slapped him yesterday.

Lily did her best to seem calm and uncaring as he came closer. "Wow, Malfoy, I didn't know you could read," she mocked dryly.

But surprisingly, Malfoy seemed to be ignoring her comment, and stopped walking. It made Lily almost stop breathing, because there seemed to be only a breath of space between them. "Good morning, princess. Sleep well? Because personally, I slept perfectly," he said in that low tone.

Lily couldn't help but glare at him. He couldn't know, could he? It was impossible! "Fine thank you. And I personally couldn't care less about how you slept."

He just continued to smirk, which was starting to grate on her nerves. "Every so often my cheek would burn, and I'd have a thought. If she's that feisty in public, then I can't imagine how it would be if we were alone," he murmured, and Lily could swear that he was now leaning closer to her.

That blush came back, but Lily kept her glare. "I was proving a point yesterday!" she snapped. "I am not an innocent and inexperienced virgin!" She was tired of that title, and part of her resented James for practically creating it over her first four years at school. But she was a fifth year now, and she would not let someone get the better of her. She didn't need James to protect her.

Now Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Ok, then, princess. Tell me, how many boys have you slept with? Huh?"

Lily huffed. "Why should I tell you?"

"To prove your point. And if you do, then I'll stop calling you that. In fact, if you prove me wrong, I'll get all Slytherins to stop calling you that," Malfoy promised seriously.

But Lily looked away from him . . . because he was truly right. She was a virgin. And sure, there might be nothing wrong with that, but she felt like she'd been forced to stay one thanks to her brothers, her father, and her entire family almost. It was as if she'd had no say in the matter.

Malfoy didn't chuckle, but he still smirked. "See. You're just a virgin, princess."

"Roddy!" Lily said quickly, throwing out a name.

Malfoy finally stopped smirking, and his brow came to a scowl. "What?"

Lily shrugged. "I said Roddy."

"You slept with Roddy Bella?" he said lowly, his tone almost sounding a bit dangerous now.

"So what if I did?" Lily mocked. "What would it matter to you?"

Malfoy scoffed, but his narrowed and stormy eyes still stayed on her. "I just feel bad for you. If he was your first experience, then you got cheated, princess."

"And why would you care?" Lily countered.

Malfoy moved to lean his shoulder on the wall. "I don't," he said simply.

Now Lily glared at him. "Surprise, surprise. Malfoy doesn't care? I'll let you know when that hurts or surprises me." And just like yesterday, she brushed past him, and continued down the hall. She liked being angry at him. It seemed to distract her from how attractive he was.

Things were getting worse it seemed. It was like no matter where she went, Malfoy was there, staring at her. And she began to notice other Slytherins staring at her as well, although differently than usual. Sure, they used to glare, and Lily ignored that easily. But now they were just staring, and it was . . . weird. Something she couldn't ignore.

And what was really off was that a rumor about her having sex with Roddy hadn't started. The first thing she'd thought of after brushing past Malfoy days ago was that he'd go off and tell everyone, making things awkward, and not to mention disastrous with her brother. But there wasn't a single rumor about it. That alone proved that something was up.

"Only you, cousin," Hugo said with a laugh as they sat outside by the lake, enjoying the sun and break from classes. Hugo was the only one that Lily had told about her issue with Malfoy. The dream, her attraction to him, everything. And while Hugo couldn't believe that it would Malfoy of all people, he hadn't judged her, and accepted it. He promised to keep it a secret, then teased her about it in private.

"It's not funny," Lily mumbled. "It's annoying. Something is different."

"Why do you just have sex with him and get passed the attraction? It could just be tension, and not to mention frustration on your part," Hugo pointed out with a chuckle.

Lily rolled her eyes. "I am not sleeping with Malfoy. I wouldn't care if he were the last man alive. I'd gladly die a virgin."

Hugo shook his head. "You know, you always talk about how you feel James ruined your chances with boys around here, but I'd bet Malfoy doesn't care. In fact, I'd bet he'd love to be the one to deflower his rival's sister. And it would be a great rebellion against the reputation James gave you, and a way to show him that your own person."

"It's Malfoy! He's a filthy snake!" Lily argued.

"And I agree. I'm just saying, he could be the only answer to some of the problems you feel you have," Hugo replied. "Plus, then you can always use his . . . desire, to control him, then do whatever you wish. Make him like all the other puppy boys that chase after your affections and gaze."

Lily did consider that. Being able to control Malfoy, and to make him chase after her . . . it did have a certain appeal to it. "Hmm . . . that could be one of the best ideas you've ever had, Hugo."

Hugo grinned. "But of course, I'm almost a genius."

Lily now took to watching Malfoy after her talk with Hugo. She was taking careful steps to planning on how to make Malfoy's head turn, and to wrap him around her finger. It was something she was skilled in, as she liked to think.

"Any reason you've been staring at me as of late, princess?" Malfoy demanded as he approached her in the library. She had been searching a shelf for a book, intending to study. But it seemed like Malfoy had different ideas. But it was ok. Lily was up to the idea of playing along.

Lily grinned flirtatiously. "Well you've just seemed so angry and flustered when I told you about me and Roddy. I've been trying to understand it, is all."

Malfoy scoffed. "I still don't believe that crap story, virgin princess."

Lily didn't show her irritation at the name. "Aw, is little Malfoy jealous?"

Malfoy glared. "Bella doesn't even compare to me. I'd watch who you call little."

Lily hid her smile at her delight. He'd grabbed at the challenge. "Wish to prove me wrong, little Malfoy?"

Malfoy dragged her forward, and then pressed his lips against hers in a rough and harsh kiss. His hands came up to grip her hips almost bruisingly, and pull her even tighter against him. And at the heat rushing through her, and at the feeling of him against her, Lily couldn't hold back a small and soft moan. She brought her hands up to mess and ruffle those blonde and black locks, just like she'd been dying to do for so long now it seemed.

Malfoy's lips left hers, but trailed down to the column of her throat where she felt the small nip of teeth, and his lips and tongue soothing over every mark. Lily bit her bruised lip, trying to hide another moan threatening to escape. Malfoy moved even closer to her, and Lily could feel a few books and a shelf pressing into her back.

"Mr. Malfoy! Miss Potter! What do you think you're doing?" Madam Pince shrieked as she came upon the two.

Malfoy pulled his lips away from her skin, but Lily noticed that his hands didn't leave her, for which she was secretly grateful. And that debonair smirk came to his lips. "Why, Madam Pince, it seemed that Miss Potter had something on her neck. I was being a good person and removing it for her while she fixed my hair for me." At his words, Lily immediately dropped her hands to his shoulders and away from his now thoroughly messy hair.

"You'll be lucky if I don't report you! That is no way to behave in a library!" Madam Pince screeched.

Malfoy rolled his eyes as he let go of Lily. And although she was starting to resent Madam Pince for interrupting, she took her hands from his shoulders as well. "Fine, fine. We'll just have to behave like this outside of the library." He glanced at Lily. "Coming?" Then without another word he began to walk away. And although Lily had never been one to follow before, she hurried after Malfoy.

When they had stepped out of the library, Lily was ready to say something, but Malfoy was quicker. He turned on her, still smirking, and placed his hands on her again. Then he backed her up against the wall, effectively trapping her. "When you said outside the library, I didn't think you meant right by the door," Lily mocked in light and breathless tone.

Malofy just skimmed his warm and sinful lips across her cheek, making her shiver. He stopped just be her ear. "You want proof that I'm more of a man than Bella? Well, princess, I'd be happy to prove it to you. Wait near the dungeons just before dinner starts. If you show up, I'll give you all the proof you want, and more. If you don't . . ." He began to chuckle. "Well, then either I was right, or you're just too afraid to be able to handle every inch of me." And without another word, and only a smirk, Malfoy moved away from her completely, and walked away from her.

"Come on, you're obviously meeting somebody. Tell us who it is!" Paige insisted in their dorm room. While the other girls had come in, ready to drop off their things and get ready for dinner, Lily had already been there. She'd skipped her last class, bathed in the Prefect Bathroom, then came back to the dorm room. She didn't know why she was working so hard just to meet and eventually destroy Malfoy, but she was. She'd curled the ends of her hair lightly, and had dressed in one of her white, school blouses from last year. It was a little tighter, so she left two buttons open. She also took one of her other school skirts, one that was purposely a bit shorter than regulations allowed. So while Lily could understand why the girls thought she was meeting someone, she obviously couldn't tell them.

"It's not a big deal," Lily replied before running a bit of gloss over her lips. After debating in her mind, she'd finally gone with cherry, her personal favorite. Maybe cliché, but why mess with what works?

"I've never seen you look so pretty for when you've gone to meet Roddy, and two are bit more serious than you are with other boys," Julie pointed out. "Unless it's Roddy you're meeting."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Look, it's nothing, ok. Just drop it, and I'll see you girls later." But as soon as Lily had grabbed her bag and walked from the room, the girls were following her. She would have to do something to lose them, because the last thing she wanted was to be seen with Malfoy in public, even if it was all just a plot. She didn't want to risk ruining her plan.

Lily ignored their continuing questions as she made her way down to the Entrance Hall. Then, making a small scene of it, Lily stopped in the middle of the hall, and began to ruffle around in her bag. "I hope I brought my potions book," she mumbled.

"What for?" Connie asked.

"Because I'm going to be meeting one of Slughorn's old colleagues, and we'll be working on a potion, the three of us. I just want to make sure I brought everything," Lily said vaguely.

"You're really going to miss dinner to make a potion?" Paige questioned. "Sounds boring."

Lily bit back a snippy comment, and instead just shrugged. "It sounds interesting. Anyways, I'm going to the dungeons. Want to join?"

"No thanks," Julie sighed. "We'll see you later, Lily."

Lily turned and made her way down to the dungeons, a proud grin coming to her lips. She stopped just at the bottom of the stairs, and waited. She ignored the looks and glares from the Slytherins that passed her, and just continued to wait. If her timing was right, then Malfoy should be here soon.

Soon no other student passed by her, and the only noise she heard was muted and muffled, as it came from the Great Hall. But no sign of Malfoy yet. Was this his attempt at a trick? To make her wait and never show up?

"Well you look like you're ready for a date," a low voice murmured. Lily quickly turned her head to see Malfoy finally appearing, sauntering down toward her. "I must admit, I'm a bit surprised that you showed up, especially before me. You must be eager."

Lily kept her composure. "Unlike you, Malfoy, I don't like to keep people waiting."

Malfoy smirked. "Sorry. It can take me awhile to come sometimes." His words and their obvious meaning were thick in the air, and it made a harsh thrill run through her. But she was not going to let it show.

"Let's get this over with, Malfoy. It'll only take, what, five to ten seconds?" Lily mocked.

Malfoy simply chuckled as he turned and began to walk. "Come along, princess. Unless you're eager for it to happen in the hallway."

Lily quickly moved to follow him. And while they walked, Lily couldn't help but to look him over. He wore his school uniform, but the manner of which he did was not just casual, but dashing on him. A button was popped on his shirt, and the collar was up. His tie was loose, and he had forgone a belt for his trousers, letting them ride around his hips. His shirt seemed to stretch around shoulders and the expanse of his back, showing off the obvious muscle of his body.

Because she'd been secretly admiring him, Lily almost walked into Malfoy when he suddenly stopped in front of a wall. "Domination," he stated. And to Lily's surprise, the wall began to move, and open up to a dim and slightly cool common room. It was strange for Lily, who was used to bright lights and warm air in her own common room.

"Welcome to the snake den," Malfoy joked as he continued through the empty room, and made his way toward the staircase. Lily hurried after him, and they went up to the boys' floor. He led her to a door that had "Seventh Years" on it. He opened it the door, and Lily was curious and surprised at what she saw. For a room of boys, it was cleaner than she'd expected. Only a few discarded clothes were on the floor, and it seemed like all of their things had a place of their own. There were two guitars against one wall, and a couple of broomsticks.

Lily looked toward Malfoy. "You're not normal boys, are you?"

Malfoy chuckled. "Please, don't group us together with all the little boys you know." He moved closer to her, and took her bag from her shoulder. He promptly dropped it to the ground, and let his hands wander around her hips. "But, moving on," he murmured. Then his lips descended onto hers. One of his hands came to tangle itself in her hair, and pulling a little.

Knowing that now was the real beginning to her plan, Lily couldn't just sit back and be kissed. She kissed him back with just as much passion, and let her hands start on his shoulders, but then teasingly skim along the skin that the unbuttoned part of his shirt showed.

To her surprise, Malfoy brought both hands to her sides, and lifted her off of her feet. Lily let out a small gasp of surprise, but Malfoy took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue first across her lips, then across her own tongue. Lily felt her body relax as she wrapped her legs around him, trying to keep her balance, and to also pull him closer to her. This time Malfoy groaned as their bodies connected, and Lily almost shivered at the sound.

She soon felt the door against her back, but she hardly cared. While she had thought Malfoy was a good kisser before, adding tongue to the mix made him ten times better. And his hands. While they were firm in their hold, they still teased. One hand roamed her side, every so often slipping a finger just under the hem of her shirt, and running along the bare skin there. Then one hand came to rest just under her breast, which drove Lily crazy. The idea that he was so close, but wasn't moving any further.

Lily was not to be outdone. She slipped her hand down to playfully undo another button, then let her other hand slip under the fabric, and run her fingers along his shoulder. His skin was warm under her fingers, and surprisingly soft. Then to take the lead, she teasingly and softly rolled her hips against his.

Malfoy broke away from her lips, and a sound that was almost like a growl left his throat. It was an oddly attractive sound to Lily's ears. In retaliation, he pushed himself closer to her, grinding into her. Lily moaned at the heat and feeling that rushed through her lower body. He was pressed fully against her, and she knew now that calling him little would never again be an effective insult for either of them.

"Fuck," he muttered near her ear, his breath hot against her cheek. And it was then that Lily knew she had him. While a bit more passionate, he showed the same signs any other boy showed when lost to the feeling of the moment. And while this moment might be a bit further and better than any Lily had been in before, it was still no different.

Lily leaned forward and gently bit his earlobe. "Wanna touch me, Malfoy?" she whispered softly.

"Scorpius," he groaned, one of his hands running along the bare skin of her leg, thanks to her hitched up skirt.

Lily stopped, not expecting that for an answer. "What?"

"Call me Scorpius," he mumbled, his lips moving to just below her ear, and sucking on the skin. "And yes, I do."

Lily gulped, trying not to let her breaths come out in shallow pants, and failing. "Then touch me, Scorpius." She put a light and teasing emphasis on his name, and found that she liked how his name felt coming off her own tongue. It was weird. She'd never called him that before.

But he didn't touch her, to Lily's surprise. Instead he pulled away a little, even his hands. Using his body to hold and keep her against the door, Mal- . . . Scorpius, locked his eyes with hers, then brought his hands to the next button on his shirt. Then slowly he began to undo button after button. And with each button, Lily found it harder to breath, and harder to look at his face instead of each new inch of bared skin. Finally, he slipped off his tie, then shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. Lily didn't even try to hide that she was staring at him. He really was built. The shirt didn't do him justice. His skin was lightly tanner, and Lily could see the light pink skin of two scars. On small one along his side, and another just by his abdomen.

Scorpius brought his hands back to her, and leaned his forehead against hers. "You seem distracted, Lily." Lily's breath caught in her throat. The way he said her name . . . it was almost sinful, and completely arousing. Like her, he'd never said her first name before. Scorpius chuckled. "Trust me. It's not just my upper body that's bigger than the little boys you see in other Houses."

He kissed her again, and Lily let herself submit to this one, parting her lips before he could even run his tongue across them. Lily allowed herself to place her hands on his shoulders again, and then move along the expanse of his chest. She let one of her fingers move along the indented skin of one of his scars, and felt his muscles twitch under her fingers. She felt his fingers then undoing the buttons on her own shirt, and Lily felt a fluttery feeling in her stomach. And she hated it, because it was something she didn't want to show in this moment. That nervous feeling. Sure, the occasional boy had shyly slipped his hand just under her shirt, but she'd never been shirtless in front of them. This was a first for her.

Lily kept her lips to his, not wanting to chance him seeing any nervous feelings in her eyes or expression, and also to keep herself quiet as he came to the last button of her shirt. But then Scorpius pulled away from her again as he pulled the shirt down her shoulders and arms, and dropped it to the floor.

While Lily knew that she had a nice form, especially for a girl who was only fifteen, having Malfoy openly looking at her in only her bra was a bit nerve-wracking. Not to mention a heat fluttered over her skin along with his eyes. She watched as he seemed to scan every inch of skin, a familiar smirk growing on his lips.

"How is it that looking like this, you're somehow related to two of the ugliest guys," he mumbled, mocking her brothers and complimenting her at the same time. "Beautiful." Lily felt a flush come over her skin. Never had a boy called her beautiful, and she certainly hadn't expected it from him of all people.

Scorpius moved his lips to press on her collarbone, where he lightly bit her skin. Lily moaned quietly, one of her hands coming to tangle and playfully pull his hair. Lily felt her breaths coming in shallowly, and her body getting hotter by the second. While a small and rational part of her mind said that she could now probably start the last part of her plan, the rest of her mind told her to let it continue. It said that the further they went, the more control she'd have. That was the part of her mind that Lily followed.

Scorpius's hand came to her hip, and his palm felt hot on her skin now. And it seemed to get hotter as it slowly dragged up her side, until finally, finally, it came to cup her breast above her bra, drawing a ragged gasp from Lily's lips. And when his lips moved down to suck just as the swell of her breast, Lily couldn't stop the moan coming from her lips.

"Scorpius," she moaned softly, her mind almost spinning a little at every new and warm feeling he induced within her.

Scorpius groaned against her skin, and rolled his hips against her own this time. Soon, it was as if Scorpius had built up a rhythm between them, and Lily was starting to mentally curse the clothes still between them.

"Scorpius," she whispered, her mind foggy and her voice low and breathy.

Scorpius moved to press his lips against hers again. "What?" he mumbled into the kiss.

Lily did her best to gather a proper breath of air. "Bed," she murmured.

Scorpius meshed their lips together as he pulled her tighter against him. They both moaned as the feeling of skin on skin. Holding her tightly, he moved them over to what Lily assumed was his bed. He climbed onto it, still holding her to him. She felt soft blankets under her as her head landed on a fluffy pillow. With Scorpius still flush against her, Lily felt like she was burning with heat and desire.

Scorpius pulled away from the kiss, but his lips still brushed against her own as he spoke in that low and seductive tone. "This skirt of yours is really in the way."

Lily felt her body get hotter at what he implied, but with that one part of her mind still controlling her thoughts, she simply ran a hand along the well-defined muscles of his chest. "Then do something about it," she whispered.

Scorpius smirked. He dropped his hands to the hem of her skirt. Inch by inch, he pulled the fabric down her legs, before dropping it off of the bed. Then as he settled himself on his knees and between her legs, his fingers practically danced up the skin of her legs, sending little shocks up her spine as her heart beat faster and faster.

"So fucking soft," she heard him mumble under his breath.

This was as far as it would go, Lily told herself. No other clothing was coming off. But she forgot about that thought when his lips brush across her stomach, then began to make another mark. Lily let her nails dig into Scorpius's shoulder as overwhelming heat and feelings ran through her. Soon his lips came back to hers, and they meshed roughly together, personally making Lily's head spin a little again. But then she felt his finger run carefully along the edge of her bra. And she knew she had to make her move.

She pulled away from their kiss, but Scorpius didn't let his lips leave her skin. "Scorpius," she whispered gently near his ear. His only response was a grunt as he bit a small patch of skin on her neck. "We need to stop," she told him teasingly.

Those words seem to catch his attention. He pulled back to look at her fully, and while he was scowling, Lily could see the confusion in his eyes. "Why? What's wrong?" he muttered.

Lily gave an innocent shrug. "Nothing's wrong. I just don't think we should go further just yet."

His scowl deepened. "What?"

Lily let her fingers playfully skim across his arm. "I shouldn't have to repeat myself."

Now he glared at her. "Then what the hell did you come down here for? What game are you trying to play, Potter?"

Lily ignored how she missed hearing her first name from his lips. But she also knew that she had to hurry and regain control of the situation. "Nothing. Going further than this just isn't a good idea."

"Don't lie. The intention was sex, and you knew that. So either you're scared, or you're trying play me," Scorpius insisted.

"You get pretty angry when you don't get what you want, don't you?" Lily mocked.

Scorpius got off of the bed, and still glared at her. "Are you a virgin or a bitch, Potter? Just answer me."

Lily glared at him. "So a girl can't just decide that she doesn't want to have sex with someone?" she hissed.

"Not you!" Scorpius snarled. "That just doesn't fit your style, Potter. In all the time I've known you, I've never seen you just decide to not do something. Not without reason. So what is it? A trick, or are you a scared little virgin?"

"Stop calling me that!" Lily exclaimed, tired of hearing that come from his lips. "Fine! I'm a virgin! But you don't have to keep throwing it in my face!"

Scorpius stared at her, his eyes intense. And Lily swore she could see his lips twitch, just eager to give her that smug smirk. But instead he came back onto the bed, and to her surprise, he pushed her onto her back again, and hovered over her, their lips just inches apart. But his eyes never left her, and it was starting to make her insides shake a little.

"So, do you want me or not?" he demanded in a whisper. There was no smirk on his lips, and no amusement in his tone. It unnerved her a little, but so did his question. Because she did want him. Her body was hot and longed for him to touch her again. But it was Malfoy! And she was supposed to be doing this just to string him along and make him like all the other boys! But . . . at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to continue. But what would her brothers think if they ever found out? Or Hugo, or the girls, or anyone for that matter? This could seriously affect her reputation if it became public.

"Last chance, Lily," Scorpius murmured, his low tone putting a seductive emphasis on her name. "If you stay here, then we do this. If not, then we go back to how things were, and we never talk about this again."

Lily took his words seriously. Back to how they were? The way they'd been before was just . . . malicious and snarky. Not like how it was now. A challenge, flirty, and honestly a little fun at times. But . . . her head was starting to spin from all of this. But she could admit one thing.

"I'd rather move forward than back," she whispered honestly.

Now he smirked, and leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "Good. Because I wasn't really ready to let you just walk out without finishing what we started," he admitted before nipping at her earlobe.

"Can I ask you a question, Lily? While we're still on a same level basis, here?" Scorpius asked as he slipped his trousers back on.

Lily herself hadn't gotten out of his bed. She hadn't even really moved. For one reason, she could already feel the returning ache between her legs. It had been almost nonexistent during, but it was back with a vengeance now. Also, her mind was still reeling and trying to believe what had just happened. She had sex with Scorpius Malfoy. The enemy. The Gryffindor enemy, the Potter enemy, the leader to all enemies. A guy she'd fought with and hated for years. And she had just given her virginity to him.

"Lily?" Lily shook her from her thoughts, looking toward Scorpius, who was moving to lay across the bed beside her, still shirtless.

Lily licked her lips, her throat almost dry. She might never get used to hearing her name come from his lips. "What?"

"I wanted to ask you why you always acted as if being a virgin was some kind of cardinal sin." Scorpius asked curiously.

"Because you and every other Slytherin made it sound like a bad thing," Lily retorted hotly.

"Only because you got so stirred up about it," Scorpius pointed out. "Otherwise we wouldn't pick at it. So it has to be something else."

Lily shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt like . . . like it was forced on me. James terrified hundreds of other boys, so it was like I never had the choice. I'm not saying I would have had sex or anything last year, but the option would have been nice."

"Funny, how you have to be an innocent virgin, while he goes around sleeping with any girl he wishes," Scorpius mocked sarcastically.

Lily didn't retort . . . because he was right. And it was something Lily had even thought about before. But that was still her big brother, and Scorpius . . . well was he still an enemy? They almost seemed . . . too close now.

"Malfoy, can I ask you a question?" Lily asked.

"Aw, you still don't like me enough to call me by my first name?" he teased. "I don't see why. You moaned and screamed it for the past half hour."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Scorpius? Can I ask you something?"

He smirked and chuckled. "Yeah. Go ahead."

"Why did you do this?" Lily questioned. "I mean, it can't just be because you wanted to prove that you were better than Roddy."

Now Scorpius shrugged. "You're hot. Not to mention feisty, and that's an additive to the attractiveness. Plus, who doesn't like a challenge? I mean, why did you let it go so far?"

"It's not easy to turn back after going that far," Lily muttered. She couldn't let on about her plan, which seemed almost pointless now. She'd gone too far, and Malfoy had gotten what he'd wanted.

"But you didn't stop me when we started," Scorpius pointed out. "So, I think I'm right in saying that you are just as attracted and aroused by me as I am with you."

"Don't you hate me?" Lily insisted. "I mean, I've said awful things to you. I hate Slytherin House."

He gave a small hum of thought. "Hmm. Well, I've noticed in the past year that our insults have turned to a more flirtatious and sexual manner, so I've found it to no longer be hate between us. And . . . I hate Gryffindor House. Yet I don't hate you specifically. A bit complicated, I guess. Do you hate me?"

Lily looked at him. Did she hate Malfoy? Her parents always said that hate was a very strong word, and to never use it lightly. Was that the case now? This all made her head hurt. There were plenty of times, especially as of late, where she wondered why she hated Slytherins. What the real reason was, or if there was one at all. She always chose to ignore those thoughts, but sometimes they would just pop up. And being around Malfoy, those thoughts would sometimes come back.

"I . . ." Lily stuttered and stumbled with her words. "I guess I don't really know."

Scorpius smirked again. "If you don't know if you hate someone, then you don't hate them. Hate is something you know on instinct. If you're unsure, then the feeling isn't strong enough to be hate." He rested his head on his arms. "So you don't hate me, and you are severely attracted to me. That's good. It'll make it easier to bring up the subject of doing this again."

Lily looked at him with surprise. "What?"

Scorpius raised a brow. "Having sex again. For being a virgin, you were quite amazing at it. And it's something I'd personally love to do again. With you that is. So, you in?"

Lily sighed and shook her head. "You're weird, Scorpius Malfoy. You make everything so much more complicated."

Scorpius laughed. "No. You overthink things and make them complicated. I'm offering something very simple. A . . .well an agreement between us. If we for whatever reason want to have sex with each other, then we will."

"Albus would . . . well attempt to hurt you," Lily retorted.

"Why does he have to know?" he argued calmly. "Just between us. So?"

Lily looked at him again. No one else would know? The idea of having the chance to have sex with him again was very appealing. And not even him being a Malfoy or a Slytherin compared to how much she did want to do it again sometime. So she grinned. "Maybe. It'll all depend on whatever reason you come up with."

He smirked again. "I'll have an excuse by tomorrow."