Guys, I really have to get this chapter done because my friend is holding Hedwig hostage until I finish. Without further ado: Chapter 14!
"They think I'm getting ready for tonight," I breathed.
"Doesn't matter," he whispered. Capturing my lips again, Scorpius crushed my body to his, his hands running down my arms and up my thighs underneath the white fluffy towel. I had come upstairs after being on the beach and in the sun all day to wash off the salt from my skin and shower for tonight. As I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me and admired my tan, Scorpius had entered the bathroom, knowing full well I was in there.
"Scorpius," I gasped and threw back my head. He nipped at my swollen lips in response, and then moved to my neck and collarbone, leaving light kisses before stopping and sucking on the skin.
Somebody knocked on the door and we froze, my chest heaving and him bent over me still.
"Lily!" Al called through the door.
"Yeah?" I called back with an enormous effort to keep my voice steady.
"Have you seen Scorp?"
"N-no!" I called, panicked. "Maybe he went down to the desk to get something?"
"Huh, I dunno. Well, Mum and Dad went out with Ron, Hermione, George, and Angelina, and James found this club down the beach for Witches and Wizards. We're going in an hour, so get ready!"
"Kay!"
"Damn, guess I'll have to let you get ready," Scor whispered in my ear, straightening out my towel, which had gone lopsided in his frenzied attack from earlier.
"Yeah," I whispered back, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek and leaving him standing in the bathroom.
"Does it seriously take you that long to shower?" Roxy asked as I walked back into our room and shut the door. "You were in there for- WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR NECK MISSY?" she jumped up from the vanity she was sitting at and came over to inspect my collarbone.
"Nothing…" I said, running and jumping onto my bed.
"That is most certainly NOT nothing!" she exclaimed, looking at it. "That is a love bite! How-what-when- Scorpius!" she spluttered.
There was no mistaking the blush that spread up my cheeks.
"It WAS Scorpius! That's what you were doing in the bathroom! Snogging! Lily Luna Potter you naughty little girl!"
"Hey!" I exclaimed, returning her grin as I sat up and looked for a dress. "I'm not naughty."
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and went back to applying her makeup at the vanity.
Huffing, I pulled out a black bandage dress freckled with different colored rhinestones, and a pair of dark red wedges to add some height. I curled my hair loosely before twisting it up into a knot, leaving a few curls hanging down. White eye shadow and black eyeliner made my eyes bigger, and red lipstick made my lips stand out against my newly acquired tan.
"Nice," Roxy commented as I spun in a circle, showing off the ensemble. She held out her arms for me to inspect her. The shiny purple and black dress was cinched at the waist with sliver studs, and her peep-toe stilettos were black with more studs across the strap. Fierce makeup complemented her dark skin, and her black hair was straightened so it fell to about halfway down her back.
"You look good," I said, adding a last touch to my makeup before leaving the room. The boys were all standing, ready to go, with Rose and Dom too. Rose looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on my collarbone where I had covered the love bite with a ton of makeup. Perhaps it wasn't enough, but I shrugged it off.
I could see James physically restraining himself from making all sorts of comments about my outfit, and I arched an eyebrow at him. Swallowing down everything he wanted to say, he simply settled for a constricted nod. Freddie, however, was not so approving when it came to Roxy.
"Roxy?" he said.
"Yes Freddie dearest?" she challenged, arching her eyebrows at him as if daring him to make a comment.
"Go change."
"We're going to a club."
"Your point?"
"I'm not going to change. This is a perfectly acceptable for a club."
"Roxanne Alicia Weasley, go change your outfit right now."
"No."
"Now!"
"No!"
Freddie grabbed her wrist and dragged her kicking and screaming into our room, the rest of us standing there bemusedly. Muffled sounds of an argument could be heard through the door.
"Change your outfit!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Freddie let go of me!"
"Roxanne change your outfit!"
"Fred the Second Weasley!" There was a loud smack before the door was kicked open and Roxy stormed out and down the hall to the elevator, with not a hair out of place. Freddie came stumbling out the door a second later, nursing his right cheek where a bright red handprint stood out against his dark skin.
"Merlin! My baby sister just slapped me!"
"Yeah, I reckon she didn't want to change mate," James said, trying to hide his laughter and patting Freddie on the back before following Roxy out to the elevator.
We walked down a short way on the boardwalk on the beach, careful not to let my heels slip through the cracks. The club was a low building with music pumping, and lights flashing on the inside that you could see through the open door. The Parrott's Nest was the name, and a large man stood outside the door. James said something though, and he let us through without a word.
"C'mon Scorpius," Al said, pulling Scor away before we could get close enough to dance. Shrugging, Scorpius and Al headed off into a different part of the club, while Roxy and I headed to the dance floor. In moments a couple of American boys had joined us.
"I'm Grant!" one yelled over the music.
"Lily!" I shouted back.
"Pleased to meet you Lily! Care to dance with me?"
"I'd be delighted!" I laughed as Roxy was getting close to his friend, Adam.
A new song, one by Damian Grace, a Wizarding artist, came on, and Grant had my hips close to his, grinding to the music. He twirled me around and we danced to another three songs before pulling me off the dance floor and over to the bar.
"You're quite pretty," he grinned at me, and I took in his green eyes and curly brown hair.
I giggled. "You're not too bad yourself!"
"Two Appletinis," he told the bartender, who didn't ask for any ID or anything.
"Are you of age?" I asked.
"Just turned 17 last week, here to celebrate with a couple of my friends. You?"
"Nah, turning 16 next week, I'm here on a family vacation."
"You don't look like you could be 15!"
"I get that a lot," I blushed and pulled my dress up a little. The drinks came and he handed me mine. It was sour but sweet at the same time, and my head was spinning a little as I finished it. I never drank, ever, and alcohol went to my head rather quickly.
"We'll take another two," Grant told the bartender, and he brought out two more. By the end of my second glass, I was giggling and stumbling back onto the dance floor, hand in hand with Grant. Another four or five songs went by as I collapsed into his arms before he led me back to the bar for shots.
"You're too nice," I giggled as he thrust a third glass into my hand. I caught a glimpse of Roxy caught in an embrace with Adam; his hands all up her legs.
"You're too pretty," he whispered in my ear.
"We barely know each other," I muttered, but my head was spinning on my shoulders and I couldn't concentrate on anything. Before I could really tell what was happening Grant's lips were on mine and his hands on my hips.
"You're sweet," he murmured on my lips.
"Stop it," I giggled, squirming a little, but it made my head spin even more so I stopped.
"Doesn't matter if we don't know each other."
"Get off," I said, a little more seriously, but by now my head was pounding.
"Give me everything," he whispered, kissing me more hungrily now.
"Get off of me," I said, loudly now, even though it made my head feel as though it was going to split.
Before he could reply though, he was suddenly off of me and James was standing there, looking livid.
"Come on Lily, we're leaving. NOW." Getting up I threw one panicked look at Grant, who was sitting with a strange expression on his face. As soon I stood up though, vertigo set in and I fell back down.
"James?" I muttered as he picked me up, carrying me out to where the others were standing on the boardwalk.
"Merlin's beard!" Al exclaimed as he saw me. "What the hell?"
"Some American gave her too much to drink."
"How much did you have?" Al asked.
"Three Appletinis, three shots," I giggled a little, my head falling back in James's arms.
"Merlin Lil!" James exclaimed.
"Roxy, do I even want to know how much you had to drink?" Freddie asked.
"Probably not," she muttered. "Carry me?"
Freddie rolled his eyes but picked her up nonetheless. Rose eyed us both with distaste while Dom stared into space. Hugo and Louis were immersed in a conversation with two girls.
"I hope somebody has a hangover potion," James muttered before I fell asleep as he carried me back.
So that was fairly quick. But two in one day is probably a record.