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Chapter 38: Pillow Talk.
The ball is tomorrow night. Normally by now I'd be nervous. And I guess in some ways I sort of am. It's been a fun week that I've spent evading the questions of everyone when they ask me who my date is for the ball. The only thing I have assured them is that I will not be attending with my secret boyfriend. Otherwise they will realise it has been Malfoy all along.
And of course I'm going with Bloody Malfoy. You knew I wouldn't be able to resist, and while I refuse to vocally admit it, I think I knew I couldn't resist either. I mean there were all these reason not to go, but he literally just gave me three more as to why I should.
Other than Malfoy I'd had two fourth year boys, one from Hufflepuff and one from Slytherin and the third year Ravenclaw boy who kissed me before Christmas, asked me to go with them.
There was also Andrew Davies and Ben Thomas. I told them both I'd think about it, but after Malfoy finally gave me the fifteenth reason I had to tell them both that I was going with someone else. They even had the decency not to pry. They didn't seem to mind too much. I get the feeling they both sort of knew it was a long shot to be asking me, a Gryffindor. I'm flattered that they both did though as they are both very cool guys. I even told both of them to save me a dance each as I really would like to get to know them better. On top of all that though I've been making a conscious effort to learn the names and habits of all of my classmates which has been very interesting. I'm actually making new friends!
Look at me go right? Me, Rose Jean Weasley succeeding at not being so selfish and making new friends. And even with the Slytherins too!
I wasn't really surprised that no one from Gryffindor asked me to go to the ball with them though. They all know me too well, plus I'm related to most of them. And Dylan is of course taking Roxy. Which I have to say I'm pleased about, mostly because it was hilarious to watch Fred deal with it when Dylan asked him if it would be ok. Poor Freddy, I think he may have almost busted open the vein in his forehead. For a few minutes I even thought he might take on the traits of the dragons he has tattooed all over him and breathe fire all over our friend. But he managed to pull it together and then threatened that if Dylan ever did anything compromising or hurt his baby sister in any way he would personally see to it that Dylan was never seen or heard from ever again.
To be fair he wasn't all that pleased with me either for not telling him who I'm going with. But he has gotten over it. Mostly because I distracted him by relaying my opinion about his lady friend to him after I evaluated her at that awful luncheon thing she dragged me to in Hogsmede. Let me just say that there is something disconcerting about sitting under those awful confetti spewing chalices in Madame Puddifoot's little cafe when you are sitting across from another girl.
Needless to say it didn't go very well. Mostly because confetti is a particularly evil substance that likes to get very tangled in my hair and stay there for almost a damn week! Not to mention that I learned I was right. She really doesn't like me. That much was obvious by the way she purposefully ordered me the wrong drink and that god awful simpering little giggle that seems to be permanently coming out of her damn mouth. I mean maybe she really is an ok person if you like that type of fake, overcompensating whore kind, but she is not the type of girl I want one day being the godmother of my children. And since there is no doubt that Fred will be the godfather he'd better try a damn sight harder next time he goes picking the girl that may become a permanent fixture in his life.
So I told him what I thought of her, which it turns out he was pleased about because the things I mentioned had been beginning to bug him anyway and he hadn't been certain if it was just his growing dislike that had him blowing certain traits out of proportion. I tried to tell him it would be poor form to break up with her within a week of the ball, but he told me that now he knew my opinion he couldn't stand her for another minute more. Then he proceeded to break up with her. From what I've heard she is now attending the Ball with some seventh year Slytherin guy who has acne.
But what is even more exciting is who Fred is going to the ball with now. I have to say that I absolutely one hundred percent approve of his date. Freddy asked Lacey Longbottom. Oh and she is just such a cute little thing. She is in fifth year and as the name suggests she is Uncle Neville and Aunt Luna's daughter. Lorcan and Lysander were less than pleased when they found out Lacey was going with Fred, but the wind kind of puffed right of out their sails when they found out Freddy even asked Uncle Neville for permission first.
I'm so pleased for the two of them, mostly because I love both of them to bits. But Lacey is such a little sweetheart. The little darling is even shorter than I am. She is an inch shorter, though she is still growing, where I have stopped. But she has Aunt Luna's hair, long and vibrant blonde and wavy. It hangs all the way down her back. She has pretty brown eyes and the type of smile that you would expect to find on the face of an angel. There are dimples and everything. And she's a genius. Of course that can make her a little odd sometimes, not in the same way Aunt Luna is odd, but sometimes you realise that while you're talking about the properties of moonstone her mind has skipped ahead to where moonstone comes from and the galaxy at large.
Which is why she didn't have a date until Freddy asked her because most guys don't like when the girl they are seeing is so much smarter than they are that she doesn't get it when they don't understand what she is on about. But let me just say at this point, she would make a wonderful godmother to my children and I hope her and Freddy get together properly, although he got his letter of acceptance to work in the Dragon colony in Romania with Uncle Charlie the other day.
"What are you thinking about Weasley?" I hear Malfoy ask me softly, interrupting my musing about how much I will miss my best cousin.
We are in the Room of Requirement. Its way past curfew and yes, I know I should be in my bed not here with Malfoy, especially since I need my beauty sleep for the ball tomorrow night, but I just can't stay away. I'm lying on my tummy on the bed in my underwear facing towards the foot of the bed with my arms hanging over the edge toward the floor.
"Like you care." I mumble at him.
There has been a shift in the nature of the time I spend with Malfoy during these past eight months that we've been shagging. Of course there bloody has. Naturally we still fight like cats and dogs and revel in dealing with the physical side effects too, but lately we spend more time after all that. Sometimes we talk to each other as though we're actually human beings. Other times we argue some more. But I suppose that is to be expected when you're enemy becomes one of your friends, even in secret.
He is lying on his back with his black jeans on and his head on the pillow at the head of the bed.
I feel the bed shift and then his face appears next to mine on the quilt. His lips are red and still a little swollen from kissing me with such passion. Mine probably are too. His blonde hair is messy from where I've run my fingers through it over and over again in the throes of passion that he sparks within me. His grey eyes search mine for a few minutes before he asks me softly
"You nervous about tomorrow?" He says it softly, as though he is actually concerned. I've been all kinds of muddled since the other day though. Even though he said the words I love you in a joking sort of sneering way, they have been rolling through my head all bloody week. And I cannot for the life of me work out why!
"No. I can dance fine and my date is nice enough when he's not being an arrogant tosser." I tell him. He smirks at that and I can't help the cheeky grin I give him
"I'll see to it that he keeps the arrogance in check. If you're not nervous, then what's up?" he asks me. Strangely we seem to have developed a sort of relationship type vibe since I agreed to go to the dance with him. We fight less when we are alone like this and he smiles more, the genuine type of smile that is usually a rare sight.
I shrug at him. He moves so he can bump his shoulder against mine. We stare at each other for a time. "You know Weasley, it's not too late to change your mind about going to the dance with me." He murmurs after a while. I raise my eyebrows at him "I don't want you to, I mean we are engaged after all." He adds slyly.
He grabs my arm and drags my hand up to show me that I'm still wearing the skull ring he gave me. "You accepted the ring I gave you. And in all your yelling that you hated me I don't remember you actually saying no to my proposal." He says grinning deviously as I death stare him.
"Not on your life Malfoy." I say nastily. The very idea! Is he completely insane.
Oh good, I'm glad you don't want to change your mind about being my date." He says mischievously. I narrow my eyes at him.
"That's not what I meant and you know it! Not in a million years would I say yes to you proposing to me." I tell him. I can't help the smirk that takes over my lips when his hands catches around my locket. The one that technically proclaims me his future bride. And he's right, I do still wear the ring he faked a proposal to me with.
"Don't worry, Baby, I know the truth." He whispers to me cheekily. I give him a small smile.
Malfoy continues to stare at me from across the bed.
"I hate you Malfoy." I tell him as I start to get to my feet so I can try to find my clothes. Just as I stand his hands shoot out and wrap around my waist, pulling me back down onto the bed. He drags me back over to him before rolling on top of me. "Get off me Malfoy." I say trying to sound cranky and failing because of the giggle that escapes me. How is it that someone I'm supposed to hate so much can make me laugh and feel happy so easily?
He ignores my command as he leans down and captures my lips in a kiss. The kiss he gives me is hot and demanding and claiming. He hasn't kissed me like this since Christmas Eve. But damn I could get used to this. Even more than I already have...
I feel my heart beat pick up as I tunnel my hands into his hair, fastening him in place so that he has to keep kissing me. His lips are soft as his tongue sweeps against mine. His kiss brands me with heat and intensity and passion that makes my toes curl and my chest ache oddly. I can feel myself begin to burn, the ember of passion that glows softly flaring into a flame at his touch.
I am well aware of the pathetic sound of protest I make when he pulls away from me.
Malfoy smiles at me.
"Where did you learn to be such an amazing kisser?" I hear my vocal cords ask him. Wait a minute. I didn't authorize that question! Damn you brain!
"Every now and then it's odd to hear you say something to me that isn't demeaning." He tells me. "But what do you mean where did I learn? How do you know I wasn't always this amazing a kisser?" He says smugly.
"What makes you think you are? Maybe I just said that to try and get you to kiss me again." I shoot back at him with a smirk.
He fixes me a dark look "You're full of it Weasley, and everybody know it. You think I'm a good kisser. Oh and by the way, you have a poker tell." He tells me.
I stick my tongue out at him.
"What do you mean I have a poker tell?" I ask him cheekily.
"I mean that you have a give-away movement in your facial expression that you pull every time you tell a lie" he tells me, smirking at me knowingly. Damn it how does he know these things about me?
"And what might it be?" I ask him sternly. He smirks wider.
"Now baby, you don't really think I'm going to tell you do you? If I tell you you'll try to stop doing it and then I'll have to learn you're new tell so I'll know when you're lying to me." I swear sometimes he drives me so insane that I consider taking back this entire arrangement and going back to plotting his death!
"Maybe it's creepy that you know I have one at all. Then again you have been obsessed with me since we were eleven..." I taunt him wickedly. He narrows his eyes slyly but doesn't lose his smirk.
"Maybe I just know what it is because you're a shitty liar." He replies.
"Maybe you're obsessed with me and don't want to admit it because it means that what I said at Christmas was right. But if you know so much then what is my nervous habit?" I ask him. I smirk at the way his eyes flare at the challenge.
Before he can answer with something that will only confuse me if he's right, I pull his face back to mine and kiss him until he's breathless.
"Malfoy?" I whisper as I begin to kiss my way down his neck. His hand tunnels into my loose long hair and softly tugs a fistful of it to show that he is listening even as he tilts his head back while I flick my tongue over the artery in his throat where his pulse flutters wildly. Using my grip on his shoulders I roll us over until I am straddling his hips, still kissing his neck.
I'm not entirely sure I want to ask him what I started to ask him. My brain is dying to know what he would say. But what if he doesn't say what a small twisted part of me is hoping he'll say. Or even worse, what if he does?
Malfoy groans softly when I suck his flesh into my mouth, drawing on it with seductive pressure that betrays how much I want him. The sound sends thrills racing through my blood, zinging through me in a way that makes my pleasure centre ache with a longing to feel him inside me again.
His warm hands grip my hips, urging me to roll them against the lump I can feel growing beneath me, before one of them glides up over my ribs, leaving a trail of tingling heat in its wake. I grin when I feel his fingers unsnap the front clasp on my bra. Malfoy pushes his hand gently against my chest in the valley of my cleavage until I have to let go of his flesh which I have still been sucking on and sit up.
His eyes sparkle with lust as he pushes the straps of my bra off my shoulders and watches it slide down my arms and off me. I grin at the size of the hickey I've left on him. It is high on his throat, too high to be covered by a collar and it is such a dark shade of purple that it looks black against his fair skin. It's also rough the size of a Sickle. His lustful gaze travels over my almost bare body appreciatively and he bites his lips on a smirk when he meets my eyes.
I fix him my smouldering man-catching look. The one that drives him crazy, though he won't admit it.
"Why did we put clothes back on?" He growls at me. I smile at the sound, in the last nine months I've learned the difference between the way he gets snarly when he's angry and the throaty growling sound he makes when he is lustful and impatient. I chuckle throatily as he lifts me off him so he can stand and strip off his jeans. I follow suit, standing up next to the bed and dragging my lacy underwear down my legs and throwing them on the floor.
Malfoy grins when he looks back at me and sees that I'm naked again.
Why is it that every time I'm alone with Malfoy we both end up naked and horny and throwing ourselves at each other as though it's our last day on earth?
"Damn Weasley." Malfoy growls softly as his appreciative gaze sweeps from my tousled springy ringleted hair the shade of sweet red wine, over my smiling face that displays my seductive, smouldering man-catching look where heat burns in my blue eyes. Slowly they travel over my peaches and cream skin of my thin shoulders and down my chest, his eyes lingering for several moments at my breast. His molten quicksilver gaze follows the dip of my waist and dances across my lithe abdomen. I smile wickedly as his eyes trail slowly down the thin strip of red hair that leads like an arrow towards my pleasure centre. Malfoy's smile is hot and wicked before he lets his eyes sweep down my toned legs.
"Like what you see?" I ask him, propping my hands on my hips. I'm beginning to suspect of late that there is no view in the world better than Scorpius Malfoy naked and horny for me.
"Oh yeah" He hums huskily, as he drinks in the sight of me naked. His right fist opens and closes slowly, as though his hands itch to touch me.
His white blonde hair is sticking up all over the place in a way that has me biting my lip. His silver eyes peer at me from a set of features that most men would kill for- high cheekbones, a button nose, a strong jaw and pouty lips. His whole body seems to retain a tawny golden glow to his skin, even during winter. His Adams-apple bobs when he swallows, drawing my eyes to the cream bead and cord necklace around his throat and the large black hickey I left on him. My eyes travel over his broad shoulders and down his chest, his brown nipples and the lines that distinguish his lithe muscles make me lick my lips. His abdomen makes me want to run my finger over each chiselled bump.
I feel my gaze heat up as my eyes follow the strip of sandy blonde hair that leads downwards from his belly button to land on his long erect cock. Nestled among tight springy blonde curls is my favourite appendage, jutting high and proud and just begging to glide into me repeatedly. My devious grin slides onto my face as I drag my gaze back up his body to his eyes.
Malfoy smirks at me when I meet his hot gaze.
"When you're done checking me out Weasley, you should get over here." He growls at me, his voice a strange combination of smug amusement and husky need.
"What's the matter Malfoy, can't you take the heat of looking but not touching?" I ask him, sashaying my hips as step closer until I'm directly in front of him but not quite touching him. I have to tilt my head back to hold his gaze. He smirks at the daring note in my tone.
"Not when I know that with you touching means fucking, and the fucking is so damn good." He growls huskily before his hands snake out to slither against my skin. With a firm shove he pushes on my hip bones so that I topple onto the bed with a squeak of surprise. My heart starts to race as Malfoy crawls on top of me, letting his deliciously familiar weight settle on top of me as he catches my lips with his own.
I smile against his lips when his tongue sweeps lightly against the seam of my lips, begging me to open my mouth and deepen the kiss. As soon as I let them part slightly Malfoy's skilled tongue delves into my mouth to tango dangerously with my own. He tastes like spun sugar. My arms snake up around him, one sliding up his neck and into his hair to secure his face to mine. He tastes far too good and this feels far too nice to let him get away. The other slides around his lithe waist where my nails begin to scrape gently over the skin of his lower back.
My heart is beating rapidly in my chest, hammering against my ribcage as though trying to escape. Tiny thrills race through my system and across my skin when one of his hands slide into my long hair, his warm making my hair tingle at the roots. A sweet ache begins to build between my legs as he kisses me like he does, in the way that makes me feel like a goddess of decadence.
Slowly I bring my legs up until they are bent and wrapped around his lean hips. His cock brushes against my aching opening, bringing a rush of wet warmth from within me at the feel of the burning heat of him. I whimper when he press the tip very gently against me but doesn't thrust inside. He chuckles in his throat as he continues to kiss me passionately and I swallow the sound when I try to trust my hips against him to draw him inside. It doesn't work, which makes him chuckles again. I nip his lip in punishment for making me wait and teasing me like this when my entire pleasure centre is pulsing a sweet ache of need.
"Feeling impatient Rose?" Malfoy murmurs in smug amusement when he pulls away from my lips to kiss his way across my cheek and along my jaw.
"Scorpius!" I whimper at him, aware of how much that whimper makes me sound like I'm begging. Maybe I am. But right now I really could not care less. I just want the heat that is branding me to tunnel deep inside me again and again until I scream. Malfoy's tongue flicks out to taste the light sheen of sweat on my skin as he kisses my neck. It makes me shiver.
I made him promise earlier that he wouldn't give me any hickeys on my throat, chest or shoulders. It wouldn't do to have large purple love bites adorning my skin when I wear my amazing dress tomorrow night.
When Malfoy still doesn't thrust into me I tighten my grip on his hair and dig my fingernails into his skin. He bites the side of my neck gently before I feel him begin to press his cock with more pressure against my pleasure centre.
"Always so wet for me, baby." He whispers, sounding pleased, smug and turned on.
"Scorpius Malfoy if you don't hurry up I swear to Merlin I will flip us over, pin you down and rape you!" I say, angry with impatience. His throaty chuckles make my insides clench with impatient anticipation.
"Say my name again Baby?" he whispers, his hot breath scorching the sensitive skin of my ear and his lips teasing the sensitive flesh as he begins to press harder. I sigh as the first inch tunnels into me, burning me with the heat of his cock. I rake my fingernails down his back, just a little too hard to feel nice.
"Scorpius" I murmur huskily. He rewards me by pushing into me a further four inches. His hand tightens in my hair and his cock twitches as he stops again.
"Say it again, Rose" he growls, his voice so low with lust that I shudder. He quivers at the shudder that clamps my internal walls around him.
"Scorpius!" I moan next to his ear. His breath catches second before he makes a small low sound and thrusts the remaining six inches of his cock into me until he is buried to the hilt within my already quivering walls.
"Hmmm." I moan in satisfied appreciation. There is nothing better than the feel of him so deep inside me that I can almost feel the heat of his cock at the back of my throat.
"I swear you'll be the death of me woman." Malfoy groans before he presses his lips back to mine and begins to slowly move within me. Drawing the full eleven inches of his cock out until only the very tip remains inside me before thrusting all the way back into me. My tongue tangles with his as I moan again and drag my hand through his silky hair at the feel of him grinding into me.
Using the grip of my legs and strength in my arms I roll us until Scorpius is on his back and I'm straddling him, impaled on his amazing serpent of a cock. We don't even break our kiss until I lift my hips, gliding up his length before slowly impaling myself again. Malfoy smirks at me when I grin and repeat the movement, slowly rolling my hips so that his cock presses against every internal wall with increased pressure.
His eyes roll back in his head when I moan at how amazing it feels when his cock grinds against my special spot. I drag my fingernails down over his shoulders and chest, leaving long claw marks in their wake. Malfoy's head is tipped back slightly and his eyes are closed in pleasure as he grabs my hips and lifts me until he is almost free of me before he uses his grip to slam me back down onto his powerful upwards thrust with a grunt. Oh fuck that feels good!
The pace increases as I slither up his length before slamming back onto his powerful impaling thrusts. I dig my nails into his shoulder, gripping him with my pelvic floor muscles and letting my head fall back
"Scorpius" I moan in a whisper. I like the way his first name rolls easily off my tongue when we are fucking. He groans at my whispered word and his hands tighten, increasing our pace again until I am bouncing up and down, impaled on his length, rolling my hips to increase the pleasure.
"Rose!" he grinds out, his hands so tight on my hips that I just know I'm going to have finger shaped bruises tomorrow. I'm so close I can barely stand it and I revel in the moment of panic at the idea of careening over the edge to be buffet by wave upon wave of intense pleasure. My moans grow in pitch, frequency and volume until I'm keening in long wails.
There is nothing in the world that feels better than fucking Scorpius Malfoy.
"Scorpius" I yelp in panic, I'm so close now. Oh fuck.
With a final powerful upward thrust Scorpius Malfoy rocks my whole world.
"SCORPIUS!" I scream. My whole body clenches tight before the muscles snap loose like rubber bands pulled too tight. They spasm as Malfoy groans my name at the feel of my body milking him for all he has. I can feel his eyes on me as my whole world explodes into sweet blissful pleasure. The waves crash over me, pulling me under into the dark world of decadence. The air around us sizzles with the zing of magic as we both explode. I can feel Malfoy's body quivering as he loses the battle for control and his cock empties in heavy spurts.
I sigh in contentment when the last wave of pleasure rolls through me. When I go to roll of him though Malfoy wraps his hands up around my back and take hold of the tops of my shoulder, pulling me back down until my lips meet his. The kiss is soft and gentle and slow. It is a sweet kiss, like none we've shared before. I sigh again when I pull away and lift myself off him and stretch out on the bed next to him.
"Fuck, Baby." Malfoy murmurs softly. I turn my head towards him and he meets my eyes with a content but devious smile. I smirk back at him before finding my wand and waving it to turn darken the room. Only the dim glow of the fireplace lights the room now and I shut my eyes, still smiling contentedly.
"Did you feel the zing and sizzle?" Malfoy whispers when I'm almost asleep.
"Hmm" I hum at him affirmatively, almost asleep. "That's never happened before." I murmur sleepily "Oh and I hate you." I whisper, already beginning to drift into dreamland.
"It has happened before." He murmurs back, he sounds like he's smiling. "And I loathe you too, Rosie." He tells me in a whisper. I feel myself smile at the ritual before I drift into the familiar arms of sleep in a deep peaceful slumber.