A/N: While under quarantine, I had free time. Another Lily/Scorpius one shot (I'm going through a phase I think.) It's not very good. The format might be a little odd since I couldn't upload the file for some reason so I had to copy-and-paste. Could be a prequel to my other story, "The Cookie Dough Talk" or be a standalone. Doesn't really matter.

Word Count: I don't even know, but it's quite short.

Anyway,

ENJOY! ;)

P.S The format was crazy lol. Thanks to the person who decided to PM me. What a G. :D

"Scorpius."

"Scorpius."

"Scorpius" A feminine voice exclaimed quietly.

Scorpius woke with a start, blinking blearily as he tried to adjust to the soft, silver glow of the moon. Propping himself up with his forearm, his eyes drank in the sight of a familiar redhead and he swallowed, watching the silky nightgown she wore delicately brush the tops of her thighs.

Scorpius doubted her family would approve of such attire. He certainly didn't.

"Sugar Bug," he scolded, unable to tear his eyes away. "You walked through the castle dressed like that?"

She blushed and toyed with the hem of her negligee. "I had a bad dream."

"A bad dream?" He repeated. "How'd you get the password?"

"Albus," Lily murmured shyly. "Can I sleep with you?"

Scorpius glanced at the bed across from his. "Why not your brother?"

"He'll get mad at me for being in the boys' dormitory. Please?" The youngest Potter begged.

Scorpius sighed, running a hand over his face tiredly. Albus would hex him if he found out, but he couldn't leave her scared and alone. Besides, he kind of wanted her in his bed. What kind of bloke would he be to pass up that chance? So with a resigned nod, he flicked the blankets in a wordless invitation and Lily slipped beneath them, letting out a small squeak when she brushed against his bare chest.

Her cheeks burned. "S-sorry."

Scorpius suppressed a smirk and pulled her closer, running a comforting finger down her arm. Goosebumps erupted wherever their skin met and the blond Slytherin felt a dark sense of satisfaction bloom in his chest when she finally relaxed against him, molding perfectly into his side. Her eyes were closed, plump cupid's bow lips parted slightly and the little puffs of warm air tickling his overheated skin.

"What was the dream about?" He whispered, disturbing the silence that had descended between them.

Lily stilled, opening her eyes. "It was stupid. I don't really want to talk about it." She snuggled deeper into him and Scorpius muffled a curse, thinking about anything and everything besides her breasts pressed against him.

"Come on, Sugar Bug," he crooned. "Tell me."

"Don't call me that," Lily complained.

The blond boy chuckled. "Do you prefer 'Baby Potter?'"

"I prefer 'Lily,'" she whispered. "It's my name."

"What was your dream about, Lily?" Scorpius smirked, noting the shiver that ran down her spine.

"I was being chased through the Forbidden Forest and I tripped, then I don't know, I guess it just felt like I couldn't breathe." The young redhead shrugged, mindlessly tracing patterns into his flesh. Scorpius felt the muscles in his abs tighten. "I told you it was stupid."

"Feel better now?" He asked, grasping her chin between his fingers and lifting her head. Her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled in the cold glow of the Black Lake.

"A little."

"Only a little?" Scorpius smirked, watching her mouth part and a light flush spread across her cheeks.

Lily nodded and shrunk away from his gaze shyly, but Scorpius caught the nearly imperceptible flicker to his lips and felt the air leave him in a whoosh. He wanted her. Merlin, did he want her. But she was his best mate's little sister and he wasn't sure that if they snogged, he would have the willpower to stop himself from taking something that wasn't his to take.

Then, as if she could read his thoughts and they gave her a sudden boost of confidence, Lily leaned in, planting her hand on his shoulder as a bright red blush erupted on her flesh. "Kiss me," she whispered, her voice almost pleading, almost helpless.

Scorpius swallowed roughly and squeezed his eyes shut. "Have you ever-" his voice caught. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"

He knew the answer before she responded and he wished he'd never asked, because suddenly his lips were on hers and he was pulling her closer, his hands pushing her legs apart so he could maneuver in between them. His senses were completely devoid of anything but Lily Potter, her scent of chocolate chip cookies and honeysuckle and the sounds of her gasps.

Her first kiss, Malfoy, he scolded himself. Not so rough.

Lily let out a soft moan, eagerly responding to his greedy hands as they skimmed the smooth flesh beneath her nightie and found the curve of her waist. Scorpius pulled away just enough to trail kisses from her jaw to her neck, his teeth latching onto her pulse before soothing it with his tongue.

He needed her. So badly he was shaking.

"Scorpius," Lily gasped, her fingernails finding purchase on his shoulder blades.

Like a bucket of cold water dumped over him, Scorpius pulled back and gazed down at her, his breathing ragged. Lily's hair was in disarray, her lips swollen and bruised, and the tell-tale red spots of hickeys were beginning to form on her milky skin. He cursed and looked away, biting his lip.

She had always been such a good girl it would be so easy to show her what she was missing out on, give her the pleasure she didn't know she needed.

"Fuck," Scorpius swore, grazing the red spot just below her jawline with his thumb. What, in Merlin's bloody name, had he been thinking?

"Is something wrong?" She asked, her voice timid and shy.

"Just-" Scorpius rolled off of her and sighed. "Just go to sleep."

He hadn't intended to sound so harsh, but before he could take it back, Lily drew her eyebrows together and rolled away from him, snuggling into the covers again. Scorpius watched her, the even rise and fall of her chest, before pulling her close and going to sleep.