Scorpius Malfoy was having a blast. It was the night of Teddy's wedding reception and after a round of dancing, he was in the wine cellar in search of a Madame Sangre (per Victoire's request). He was walking along the wine rack looking for the telltale red sticker when he heard someone come in.
Rose Weasley.
About five minutes ago, between his mother and an inebriated John Pratt (one of Teddy's mates), they'd shared a dance. The whole while, in such proximity, he was reminded of why his schoolboy self had had a raging crush on her. She was the same in some ways- soft red hair and easy smiles, but different- more sure of herself, rounder in all the loveliest ways.
Different. Sexier.
Scorpius greeted her and asked if she might help him find the wine he was looking for. She joined him at the other end of the wine rack. Suddenly, lost in his own thoughts, he felt Rose bump into him. From the coy smile on her lips and the way she was drawing closer to him, Scorpius knew this attraction wasn't one-sided.
Scorpius wasn't sure who moved first but suddenly they were kissing with urgency, arms around one another. He walked her back until he felt the cellar wall against the back of his hands. He hiked Rose up and she wrapped her legs around him with a moan.
Rose was tracing the inside of his lips with her tongue and Scorpius knew they had to stop before they got ahead of themselves.
As if sensing his thoughts, she pulled away.
"Come home with me," she breathed, looking between his eyes and his lips.
"Yes," he said with a grin.
Rose grinned back at him and Scorpius set her down on her feet. She dusted her butt off (which he found oddly attractive) and returned to the wine rack. He followed her lead and pretended to look while he calmed his racing heart.
Five minutes later, the two emerged- a bottle of Madame Sangre and an Ogden's Finest between them.
With a wink from Rose, they separated and spent the rest of the evening dancing, eating and laughing- occasionally making eyes at one another.
The two found themselves together again by the punch bowl, chatting with someone who's name Scorpius had forgotten.
"Nice place, eh?" What's-her-name said.
"Yup," Rose said, "Very comfortable walls."
Scorpius choked into his punch.
Scorpius had been put in charge of getting some of the more drunk guests home and Rose had stayed back to make sure the venue was in order before everyone left. When he apparated back to Delphine's Garden, he saw Rose counting the cutlery with a waiter.
Rose waved at Scorpius and he waved back, taking an upturned chair from one of the tables. Scorpius watched as Rose finished the counting and thanked the waiter.
"Thanks for everything! Hope your wife feels better!" he heard her say to the waiter.
"Ready?" she asked, stepping between his knees.
"Yes," he said, getting up before his instincts to grab her took over. After returning the chair to the table top, they walked to the apparation point. Rose looped her elbow through his and a second later, they were in a basement.
"Weasley, is this where you murder me?" he asked.
"Oh please, Malfoy, you know I'm more of a dark ravine kind of girl," she said leading him to a locked door with a wink.
"It's the only apparation point in the apartment.," she explained as she entered a passkey.
"Ah," Scorpius said, following her.
As they walked up a flight of stairs, Scorpius wondered what exactly they were doing. Their attraction was clear, but was this a one night stand kind of deal? They weren't dating, that was for sure. So what was this?
"I've never done anything like this," Scorpius said as they reached her door.
"Me neither, Malfoy," she said as she unlocked the door.
That felt like reassurance even though it wasn't- not really, anyway. But as Rose flicked a light on and Scorpius saw the tempting curve of her neck, Scorpius decided that certain matters could be tabled for later.
As soon as Rose pulled the door shut behind her, Scorpius pinned her against it and kissed her. She tasted like strawberry (probably from the parfait) and smelled like something wonderful, something he couldn't put a name to.
Rose hitched her leg up over his hip and Scorpius pulled her thigh up higher and squeezed. Rose's moan rippled through him and he ground into her.
"Oh fuck, Scorpius!" she said, throwing her head back. He sucked on her neck and nibbled softly. Rose's hands in his hair tightened into fists and she rolled her hips back into his. It was Scorpius's turn to moan and Rose yanked his head back.
"That's the hottest sound I've ever heard." she said looking straight into his eyes.
Scorpius let out a grunt and bent to kiss her again.
"Bedroom." he said between kisses.
Rose raised a hand from around his neck to point. He lifted her and made for that direction.
"Wait," she gasped and unwrapped herself from him. She took his hand and almost ran for her bedroom. Scorpius laughed (she really was impatient, wasn't she) and hurried after her.
Not wasting a second, Rose was pushing him onto her bed and climbing into his lap. He held her hips and slipped one hand to her ass. Rose hummed into his lips as he squeezed.
Scorpius nearly jumped when he felt her finger tips under his shirt. She ran her hands over his stomach and he shivered when she reached his chest, dragging his shirt up as she went.
She tugged his shirt off and dropped it over the edge of the bed maintaining eye contact with him.
(Why was that so hot?)
"Mmmmm..." she said into his lips, her hands roaming over his chest more freely.
"Your turn," Scorpius said, tugging at her dress.
"Zipper," she whispered in his ear, leaning further into him. Peering over her shoulder, he undid a clasp, lowered the zipper and helped her out of the dress.
Holy fuck.
Unable to contain himself, Scorpius peppered kisses along her neck and collarbone as she straddled him. He looked up at her, as if for permission, before sucking on her through her bra.
"Scorpius!" she gasped, fisting his hair once again.
Soon, Rose's bra and Scorpius's pants came off, followed closely by their underwear.
"Wait," Rose bit out, reaching for her dress and into the pocket (dresses have pockets?) for her wand. She cast the necessary contraceptive spells before returning to his arms.
Hands placed on his shoulders, with his on her waist, Rose slowly lowered herself onto Scorpius. He groaned and placed his forehead on her shoulder. Rose sucked on his neck and shifted her hips slightly.
"Fuck Rose, move," Scorpius ground out, bouncing her slightly.
Rose raised her herself and ground down. Scorpius buried his moans in her neck. He felt her tug at his hair, "Let me hear you," she said, licking the shell of his ear.
Scorpius shivered and pulled back, moaning more freely.
He watched as Rose found her rhythm. She was letting out keens and moans of her own and her breasts shook with her every movement. Placing his hands on her back, he bent her closer and sucked on her nipples, kissing her breasts in between.
When she dug her fingers into his shoulders, Scorpius felt he was going to come any second. He licked his thumb and reached between them to press on her clit. She seized up and whimpered- Rose was close too.
Rose kept up her movements and Scorpius continued to rub her clit. When he used his legs to thrust particularly deep into her, still working her clit, her thighs tightened their hold and he felt her clench around him.
Finally, he thought, and only a few seconds later, he came as well, grunting and moaning.
Fuuuuck.
Scorpius absently placed his face against Rose's neck. She drew her hands around his head and placed her cheek against his hair.
"That was amazing," Rose whispered.
"It really was," he breathed against her skin.
A few moments later, Rose untangled herself from Scorpius and left the room to clean up. She returned and headed to her dresser. While she put on a long t-shirt and fresh underwear, he put his boxers back on. Then, Rose settled under the sheets.
Was he supposed to leave? What was the protocol here?
Rose pulled him out of his thoughts, "Spoon me," she said, just softly enough to not sound like an order.
Scorpius grinned. Cuddling was one of his favourite parts of sex.
He joined Rose under the covers and curved his body around her spine.
"This is my favourite part," she whispered, pulling his arms more tightly around herself.
"Mine too," he whispered back, rubbing his cheek into her shoulder.
They lay in silence and right about when Scorpius wanted to say goodnight, he heard her deep breaths- Rose was already asleep.
When Scorpius woke the next morning, he found Rose already up, typing away at her e-Owl.
"Morning," he yawned.
"Good morning," she said, glancing at him from her screen.
"What are you doing?" he asked, turning on his side.
"Drafting a letter to some new Saturday show guests."
Rose worked at the Quibbler. After the War, the general public was still wary of the Prophet and journalists flocked to smaller papers like the Quibbler. Suddenly, the kooky magazine had articles of real journalism in between quests for Crumple Horned Snorlacks (a close relative was discovered a few years later, but that would have been irrelevant at the time). Only a few years later, they had a certified magizoologist doing the fact checking. Not long after, following a groundbreaking article on the Ministry's flawed pension system, Quibbler had a fresh wave of legitimacy.
Since then, it had slowly been entering the mainstream. Their reader base was growing steadily and some of his colleagues got all their news from the Quibbler's morning and evening radio shows.
"Weasley, it's a Saturday," he said, yawning again into the back of his hand.
"Been behind on work with the wedding," she said, barely looking at him, "And I'm sure you never work over the weekend, Mister Lawyer Boy," she narrowed her eyes at him playfully.
Scorpius laughed. Between work for Smith and Smith (siblings should really find a better way to name their firms) and planning a new firm with Bates, not working on Saturdays was nearly impossible.
Which is when Scorpius realized he hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.
Is this what he needed? A quick shag at the end of a long week? Maybe he could go home and have a few hours of focused work instead of the usual exhaustion.
Rose snapped her e-Owl shut.
"So how does this work? Do I have to kick you out now?" she said.
"You don't have to do anything, Rose," Scorpius chuckled.
"Okay, you hungry?" She wouldn't have kicked him out, no matter his answer.
Scorpius patted his stomach. Dancing and shagging had made him a bit peckish.
"Yeah," he said.
"Come on," Rose said, climbing over him. She directed him to the bathroom and he washed his face.
"I need a toothbrush, Weasley,"
"You can borrow mine," Rose replied and Scorpius looked up in horror.
He watched Rose in the mirror as she laughed.
"You should have seen your face!" she said between peals.
The cupboard before him opened on it's own and a toothbrush, still in its wrapping (the only reason Scorpius trusted it after Rose's joke) floated out. Rose wordlessly levitated the toothpaste to him. She'd always been a fiend at wordless incantations (and at Charms- she could charm her way through any situation- not only in the figurative sense).
"Find me in the kitchen," Rose said before leaving.
After using the bathroom, Scorpius put the rest of his clothes on and crossed the hallway and living room to the kitchen.
"Scones!" Rose yelled, lifting a baking sheet.
"This early?" Scorpius asked, settling on a high stool at the counter.
"I have the dough frozen," she explained slipping the tray into the oven.
"Nice, nice..."
"Do you know how to work the coffee thing?" She pointed at a coffee machine in the corner.
"Yeah," Scorpius said, getting up. He reached into the overhead cupboard and pulled out the coffee grounds.
"Al left it here after he got a fancier one and I don't know how to use it," she said.
"He's a real food snob now, eh," Scorpius said. Al had catered the wedding party and the reception.
"Yup," Rose said fondly.
He poured two cups, "How do you take your coffee, Weasley?"
"Milk and sugar." She was bending to peer into the oven.
Rose Weasley had a great butt. And he felt great after last night. Was asking to do this more often allowed?
Can you straight up ask, "May I have some more sex later please?"
Rose had been very straight forward with him from the beginning, so maybe asking was okay?
Scorpius located the milk in her fridge and poured some into Rose's cup (he took his black with no sugar). He spooned some sugar in and stirred.
Handing Rose her coffee on the way, he sat back down at the counter.
"Can we do this more often?" he asked cautiously.
Rose frowned over the edge of her cup. She lowered it and bit her lip.
Scorpius turned to the oven for something to look at that wasn't her.
"Sure," she said finally. The oven timer went off and Rose set her cup down.
"Save some coffee for the scones!" she said, reaching for her oven mitts.
As he was leaving, Rose had told him to text her and neither had to clarify what she meant. He had tipped an imaginary hat to her and skipped down the stairs to the apparation point.
Now, stomach full of scones and coffee, he felt amazing- he'd had his mind blown the night before, with the promise of more.
Scorpius did a fist pump as he entered the shower.
Things didn't get much better than this.
A/N: My first time writing a sex scene! This will be a multi-chapter fic (though each chapter will be pretty short!). I hope you liked it! Please leave me a review and follow the story for updates!
Until next time, bye!