A/N:

I've changed the rating to M, specifically because of this chapter.

I'd say, smut is a bit of a tightrope walk - as a reader, I am very picky about it, and certainly not into anything too graphic.
Maybe you're the same.
Maybe you're not into reading smut at all.
Maybe you have your own ideas about what first experiences, and especially between those two characters, look like - and like to keep it that way.

If, for whatever reason, you're not into reading scenes like this, I'll be happy to see you around for the next chapter. You won't miss anything relevant to the plot itself, I promise.

If you're interested to see my take on it and if you're up to giving it a chance, let me know what you think.

We barely made it through the door of my dorm – his lips were back on mine as soon as I had pushed it closed. Scorpius walked us towards my bed, and I complied willingly. I knew there was nothing to be scared of. He had stopped before, and I knew he would do it this time, whenever and wherever I drew the line. Until then, I could let myself fall.

I lay down on my bed and pulled him with me. The faintest hint of a smile grazed his features, before he leant over me and closed the distance between us. His right hand brushed against my knee, wandered up my upper thigh and came to rest between my legs. I gasped slightly.

"Is that too much?"

I shook my head, pressed my lips against his and tilted my hips to meet his hand.

I could tell that he was smirking. He was most definitely enjoying this.

"Not to be an arse," he then mumbled, "but this would be way easier if you took your jeans off. I'm just saying."

I only hesitated a moment, before I started fidgeting with the button and zipper of my pants. I think I took him by surprise – especially when my hand moved towards the hem of his trousers as well, after I had pulled mine down. He looked a little bit shocked.

"What?" I asked. "I don't really see why I should be the only one with my pants off."

"Fair enough," he answered and shook off his black jeans as well.

My gaze fell onto his green boxers."Slytherin colours? Seriously?" I asked, frowning at him.

Scorpius only chuckled and bent down to meet my lips again, while his hand found its way back to my underwear, drawing circles over the thin fabric. I felt my cheeks grew hot when I realized that it must have probably been soaked ever since he had pushed me against that wall back in the corridor.

And although I enjoyed everything that was going on, it did not feel quite right.

As if my body craved something else.

A different angle, maybe.

I broke the kiss and pulled back.

"Are you alright?" His breathing had become a bit shallow.

We had been there before. The last time I had been a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation, but this time… I felt quite fine.

More than fine actually.

"Yes, I am, but do you… Do you mind if I… take the lead for a second?"

The corners of his lips pulled into a grin. "Not at all," he answered and leant back, propping himself up with his hands, waiting for me to make a move.

I sat up and looked at him for a few seconds, his grey eyes watching me patiently. Then, I slowly climbed into his lap, straddling him. Scorpius inhaled sharply when I sat down, bodies now aligned perfectly, with nothing but a barrier of grey panties and green boxers between us.

Now we're talking, I thought to myself. Meanwhile my breathing had started to sound a little off.

I was floating, completely lost in the moment. My body had started moving on its own accord, arching against him, my hips slightly rocking and my head bent down to kiss him again. One of his hands slipped under my t-shirt, his fingers brushing against the bare skin on my back. Carefully, I bit his bottom lip and sucked it lightly, like he had done before. He groaned and grabbed my hips, meeting my movements with his.

We were both pretty much out of breath, when he broke away and spoke up. "Rose, I… if you… if we keep this up, I'm going to-" Scorpius trailed off, and I was already too far down the road to second-guess what I was doing.

I think I had only half-realized what Scorpius had been trying to say, until he started panting. He hugged me tightly and buried his face in the crook of my neck, lips open against my skin. I got pulled out of my frenzy, when his body started shuddering.

I froze, but when his breathing became steady and he loosened his grip, I leant back again to watch him.

"Did you just…?"

He let his back fall against the wall behind him and looked at me with clouded eyes. Then, he shot me a very shy, yet incredibly boyish and endearing grin. "Get off? Yeah."

That sobered me up pretty quickly.

"I-… Really?"

Scorpius nodded. "Does that - … Is that weird for you?"

"No, I'm just… surprised. I mean - does that happen? Just like that?" I asked incredulously.

He looked at me bemusedly and shrugged, before answering, "Sometimes it does."

"Interesting." That was all I could come up with.

Scorpius laughed at that. "To answer your question more specifically: It just sort of happens, when you don't do this often and you're not used to- … Well, I told you I don't do this on a regular basis. I'm nowhere near used to a girl in her underwear straddling me. And - in my defense - I tried to warn you. I just got sidetracked by you."

I think I blushed at that.

He was right of course. I had just straddled a teenage boy and snogged him fiercely - without my pants on. What had I expected exactly?

"Just for the record – I think that was rather brilliant. And you didn't even take your t-shirt off," he added, grinning widely.

I mumbled something incoherent.

"I mean it," Scorpius said sincerely and nudged my nose with his, while his fingers trailed patterns on my upper arm."Erm… You don't happen to have a pair of clean boxer shorts lying around, do you?" he then asked coyly, which drew my attention away from his bruised lips.

"In fact, I do." I stood up and started rummaging through my drawer. When I found a pair of navy blue boxershorts I had borrowed (and never returned) from one of my dozen cousins once, I took them out and tossed them across the room towards Scorpius.

He caught them and raised an eyebrow at me.

"What? They're comfortable to sleep in!"

He just grinned and got up to disappear into my bathroom, while I crawled back into bed and suddenly realized how exhausted I was. My eyes had fluttered shut before Scorpius got back and lay down beside me.

"Are you tired?"

"As hell," I said and yawned, providing further evidence.

"I guess that answers my question if you want me to pick up where I left off, before you climbed into my lap."

I took a deep breath to calm my beating heart, before answering, "Save it for another time."

"I will," he said, "and thanks, by the way."

I half-opened my eyes and looked at him. "For what?"

"I think you know," Scorpius said, voice full of mischief, and he had the audacity to smirk at me. Then, he bent forward to kiss my forehead, my nose, and – finally – my lips again.

He was such an unapologetic rascal.

A very adorable one, that is.