Mint Chocolate Chip
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned,, I am making no money from this, and any coincidence with real life is purely coincidental. This work may contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (mentions of sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
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Lily sighed as she sat back at breakfast with her cousin and best friend Rose. Her painting class wasn't until the evening, and while she far preferred teaching adults over prepubescent girls, who partook in a lot of giggling and pretentiousness, there was no money at all in it. At least to keep her afloat single-handedly. But it was a good little boost over the summer months, when she still had things like her cable bill and food to pay for, even if her savings throughout the year, her careful squirreling away of money every month from her teaching salary, covered her rent and utilities.
"So are you going to tell me, or do I have to pry it out of you?" Rose asked, sipping her coffee.
"Tell you what?" she asked, confused.
"When you got laid and by who, what," Rose replied, then grinned. "Lily, I've known you since you were born. My first memory is holding you for a picture when you were less than a year. I can read you like a book. Tell me."
The redhead looked away, blushing, biting her lip to keep from smiling. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she murmured.
"Ooh, that means he was hot. Details." Lily snorted indignantly.
"Yeah right. But yeah, he was totally hot."
Rose frowned at her suddenly. "What do you mean, was?"
Lily forced a shrug. "It was a one-time thing."
"Now you have to give me the full story. I taught you how to be a girl, I have rights."
Lily sighed, ate some more of her blueberry pancakes, and then told Rose the story. Minus the sexy details of course, because she couldn't possibly share those without dying of embarrassment, glossing over that with a simple, 'I spent the night at his place'. "It's weird, I mean, it was a good night, really good, but..." she finished, then recalled, vividly and precisely and fucking sensationally perfectly just how much more than good it had been. "I'm not sure I like him, really. He's definitely a complete asshole for the most part, actually. And it's hard not to punch him a lot when he talks because of it."
Her cousin smiled, blue eyes crinkling. "But you know you wouldn't mind spending the night with him again, would you?"
"Definitely not. But I can't date him. He's all wrong for me, really, and yet I really wouldn't be opposed to spending another night." Or more than just one.
Rose frowned. "Do the two things have to be mutually exclusive? The sex and the dating?"
Lily frowned at that. "I'm not really the kind who does the casual sex thing," she murmured. "I mean, a one-night stand once every five years, sure, but not like, on the regular." Rose shrugged and the redhead rolled hazel eyes. "I'm old fashioned," she said sarcastically.
"Maybe, but come on, Lily. I bet he was really good, and if you want him, what's the harm? It's not even like you have to fuck him forever. But it's the summer, and you don't have to act like a nun," Lily frowned again, "so why not just have a summer fling? Then you part and go your separate ways when school starts up, and when you're a hundred and twelve years old, you can remember that summer and how hot he was and how good the sex was."
Lily laughed, blushing despite it, but couldn't hold in her mirth. "As if I'll remember anything at all at, let alone even live to, one hundred and twelve years old."
"But you get my point. Do you want to be old and look back and think, why didn't I ever fuck that really hot guy I met at a beach and again the same day when my crazy Mom set me up with him?"
"Rose, I did-"
"You get the point!" Rose tossed her auburn curls imperiously. "Come on. Just think about it, at least. You're a good person, and Matt was a total douchebag and general prick, and you deserve to get some with someone hotter and probably better in bed."
Lily blushed. Scorpius Malfoy was definitely hotter than her ex, and definitely better in bed than anyone else she'd ever been with, even if it wasn't a big number. "Maybe," she said vaguely, even as she started thinking about it.
That night at eight fifteen, she was tidying up after her art class for adults at the community center, humming along to music in a single earbud. She had just put the last of her stuff away, swung her heavy bag up onto the shoulder opposite her large purse, and turned to head out, when she froze, mouth falling open in shock. There, leaning in the doorway to the little art room in the community center, looking like he just walked out of the courtroom, was Scorpius Malfoy. "I don't like your shirt," he said, and instantly she felt herself frowning.
"What the hell is wrong with my shirt?" She looked down at it, wondering what sort of person was opposed to a floaty turquoise tank top blouse.
"I can't tell if your nipples are hard again." He half-smiled, and she frowned some more, because now her nipples were hard.
"Unfortunate. This is my favourite shirt," she said loftily. "Are you lost? Somehow I doubt sincerely you're here to register for my class."
"I'm more left-brain. You'd kick me out after one class, I'm sure."
"So what do you want?" She folded her arms.
"Other than to take you home and repeat last night, I'd settle for getting an answer to my question."
"You haven't asked me-"
"Would you like to set a predetermined time and date to see me again? Repetitions optional."
Lily swallowed. "I don't think that would be a good idea," she murmured, dropping her eyes. "I mean, I don't really even like you."
Scorpius smirked. "Babe, you don't even know me."
She lifted her brows and looked at him pointedly. "That's my point. I don't even have to know you to not like you."
"I know you like some parts."
The redhead almost smiled at that. "Which is a shame, because the ones I dislike outnumber the ones I like."
He smirked. "Come on, Potter, give me a chance. You're a bleeding heart, liberal artist, right?"
Lily did smile now. "Fine. You can have your day in court, Malfoy. When would you like to see me again?"
"That depends if you're getting naked with me or not."
The redhead stared at him for a long moment, then slowly moved toward him. "Does that mean you'll get naked alone if need be?" she asked.
"Certainly."
Lily couldn't fight the laugh. Once she was close enough, she reached up and loosened his tie. "Interesting." She reached up with her other hand and undid the first button on his shirt. "So if I am getting naked with you?"
"Then I want to see you now. Preferably not in a place where someone could interrupt or overhear, like my bed, but I can settle for here if you'd like."
"And if I'm not getting naked with you?"
"Still now, but preferably somewhere more comfortable."
Lily's brows drew slightly together. "More comfortable?"
"I mean my bed, so I can persuade you to get naked. Or a bar, if you're going to insist on staying clothed. I'll even buy you a drink if that increases the chances of eventually persuading you to be naked with me again."
"You're being charming. It's freaking me out. Say something rude, or act like a prick so I know the body snatchers haven't gotten to you." He grinned and leaned down, then kissed her gently, the tip of his tongue just teasing her lower lip, making her nipples get rock hard and her heart rate spike dangerously, before breaking away.
"I've been craving mint chocolate chip ice cream all day, except I want to lick it off your tits." Lily felt her panties dampen at the husky note in his deep voice.
"Thank God they haven't gotten to you yet, asshole," she murmured, then pulled him down to kiss him properly. "My place is closer to here than the closest bar," she murmured, breaking away, sinking back down from her tip toes.
"Lead the way."
They got to her place, going up the stairs to her third floor walk up, and Lily unlocked her door. Once she had locked the door behind them, she dropped her purse and started undoing the half dozen buttons on the top of her blouse.
"It's hot in here," Scorpius murmured, tossing his jacket onto her couch, shucking his tie and moving efficiently to his shirt buttons. Lily bit her lip, watching him.
"Yup. I don't have AC. So this is going to be hot and sweaty."
To her surprise, he grinned. "And hopefully just the right amount of nasty too." A sharp tug of pure wanting arced down through Lily's belly and she knew her panties were were wet with excitement. She ripped her shirt off. "Still no bra. I like it, babe."
"When you catch me in a bra outside school, barring the odd wedding or funeral or enforced church attendances from my mother, I'll give you fifty bucks."
"Keep your money, babe. I'll settle for a blowjob." Part of Lily was tempted to slap him, but a stronger part of her felt horribly more aroused.
"Deal," she said. She was confident it would never happen. He grinned, tossed his shirt aside, and closed the distance between them.
"Excellent." He unbuttoned her shorts. "Now I'm going to shut up to be at maximum attractiveness, and we'll get hot and sweaty."
"And a little bit nasty," she added.
An hour later they were, indeed, both hot and sweaty, and the sex had been, for Lily, the perfect amount of nasty. "So," he murmured after some time, "I suppose I should mention I sort of let it slip to my mother we might be seeing one another."
Lily sat up abruptly. "Are you fucking serious? Why in the hell would you do that?"
Scorpius smirked a little, shifting onto his side and looking back at her. "It slipped out. I plead temporary insanity. I was distracted by thoughts of your breasts, more specifically of them covered in mint chocolate chip ice cream, when she asked if I liked you."
Lily glared. "You're twisted." He grinned. "What did you say to her?"
Scorpius shrugged as she got up and grabbed her robe, put it on, and belted it tightly. "She asked if I liked you, and I told her I liked you a lot because you're a wildcat in bed." Lily narrowed her eyes. "In my defense, I didn't tell her we were seeing one another. She made that assumption on her own."
"Ugh, you're a fucking prick. That's just fucking wonderful," she snapped. She glared as he gave her the sexy half-smile, still lounging in her rumpled bed, naked and tempting.
"It's actually astonishing how sexy you are when you're mad. It makes me want to infuriate you more." She glared harder. "Seriously," he said, eyes roving over her hungrily. "I bet you throw shit when you're really pissed."
"Get out of my bed," she snarled, and then her cell phone rang from the living room. "And get dressed," she added, even as his mouth twitched in amusement and she stomped out to answer her phone. It was her mother and she took a deep breath before picking up. "Hi, Mom," she said stiffly.
"Hello, honey!" her mother gushed, clearly pleased. Lily grit her teeth. "I just got the most wonderful phone call from Astoria Malfoy!"
The redhead glared as Scorpius emerged from her bedroom, still half naked, looking sinfully delicious. "Oh?" she asked, feigning ignorance, even as her eyes roved with frank appreciation over Scorpius's torso.
"As if you don't know," her mother said, almost giggling. Lily rolled her eyes. "She mentioned you hit it off with Scorpius. I must say, honey, I thought you didn't like him at all, but I'm so glad you gave him a chance. He's very good looking, isn't he?"
Lily glanced at him, buttoning his shirt. "Uh huh."
"You're very quiet," Ginny Potter said suspiciously. "Oh no, I haven't interrupted something have I!?"
"No, Mom," she said tersely as Scorpius glanced over, smirking. "I have to let you go," she said firmly.
"Well come by tomorrow for lunch and we'll talk more about-"
"Bye, Mom," she said and ended the call.
"At the risk of pushing my luck, I don't suppose you'd like to have that drink now, would you?" Lily opened her mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, but then she heard Rose in her head.
Don't be an idiot, Lily. "Rain check," she said instead, and he arched a brow. "If you're not busy tomorrow, pick me up after my art class, same time, and I'll let you buy me a drink."
"Whoa, you're being nice and it's almost as enjoyable as seeing you get feisty. Quick say something mean and bitchy so I know you're not an imposter," Scorpius said moving toward her grinning.
Lily rolled her eyes but put her arms around his neck as he bent, almost kissing her. "You're talking and I'm starting to second guess that offer of a rain check. Shut up, Malfoy, or you'll never get to see my tits covered in ice cream, you pervert."
"Much better. Tomorrow it is, babe." He kissed her, all hot tongue and ass grabbing, and Lily was half tempted to drag him back into her bedroom again, but instead broke away and pushed him to the door.
Once he was gone, the redhead blew out a breath, leaning against her front door and smirked. Well damn. She went and took a long, not cold enough shower, got her jammies on and surveyed her mussed bed. Turning away, she picked up her cell instead and called Rose. "So you're never going to believe this," Lily murmured when her cousin picked up.
"You hooked up with Hottie McHotterson again?" Rose drawled.
Lily chuckled. "Actually, yeah." There was silence from Rose's end, and Lily smirked. "And we made plans to go for a drink tomorrow."
"Are you calling because you want me to do the check-in call?" Rose murmured.
"Also, what are you doing tomorrow morning? I need something to wear and your closet is way better stocked for this shit than mine."
"Come by any time after ten."
Lily stopped by Rose's at eleven the next morning, found a dress to borrow for her date, and arranged for when Rose should call her that night. Lily doubted she'd need the emergency get out excuse, but a girl never knew. As she was heading back to her Jeep, dress and belt in hand, her mother called.
"Are you coming for lunch?" she demanded when the younger redhead picked up. Lily groaned, but it would save money to score a free meal at her parents' place, and she might as well set the record straight with her mother before there was anything extreme, like wedding planning.
"Um, sure, what are you making?"
"Mac and cheese," her mother replied and the redhead's mouth watered. "I know it's your favourite."
"I'll be there in ten."
Lily managed to get halfway through her massive portion of her mother's amazing mac and cheese before the elder redhead sprang. "So, you and Scorpius," Ginny said, looking fit to burst with glee.
"About that," she said, stabbing some macaroni with unnecessary force, "we're not like, dating, or anything."
Ginny frowned. "Astoria said-"
"Well, I'm telling you, it's not a serious thing. I mean," she blushed a little, "I spent the night at his place, and he came by my place last night for a bit, but we're not together."
Ginny looked smug. "But you like him? I was right about that, wasn't I?"
Lily snorted through a mouthful of macaroni and from-scratch cheese sauce. "I don't hate him. I wouldn't say I much like him. He's kind of rude, and annoying."
"But you just said-"
"Yeah, Mom. He's hot and we have sex, but there's not much more than that." Ginny's brows raised in shock and Lily face-palmed. "Shit, that sounds awful, and I swear I'm not slutting it up," she said. Ginny looked vaguely mortified. "Look, it's weird, okay? I dunno, I guess I'll see where it goes," she said, if only to placate her mother. As far as Lily was concerned, it was going one place. The bedroom. And then, come September, she'd break it off like Rose had suggested, and get back to real life.
"Well, just make sure you're being safe, honey," Ginny said and Lily blushed. Oh God! "And hopefully it works out. He seems like a very nice young man, and you really should think about settling down, finding a man who can take care of you, honey."
Lily rolled her eyes. "I don't need a man for that, Mom, I can take care of myself," she sighed, finishing her food. "Thanks for lunch, it was the best yet." Ginny slid a tupperware container toward her.
"I packed you up some leftovers," she said and the redhead grinned.
"Thanks, Mom." No matter how much she wanted to strangle her mother at times, there were always leftovers.
Later that night, Lily was tidying up after her class, feeling inexplicably nervous. She glanced at the clock again, even though it was still eight oh four. Once everything was tidy, she hefted her bag to drop by the door and grabbed the belt she'd borrowed from Rose to put on over the black, over sized t-shirt dress that dipped off one shoulder. She slipped her lightweight leggings off, jammed them in her purse, and pulled her hair out of its bun, shaking it out and hoping it didn't look as bad as she had a feeling it might.
"I hope you're planning to leave your hair like that," said a deep voice from the door. Lily bit back the pleased grin and glanced over her shoulder at the tall blond filling the doorway.
"That depends if it's being beastly or not."
"Oh, it's fucking out of control, but I like it. It matches you." She rolled her eyes but smiled a little. "You look hot."
Her smile widened. "You look like you charge more than I make," she replied, moving toward him and loosening his tie. "Loosen up, Scorpius. This isn't a five-star restaurant. Do you always wear a suit?"
The blond teased a fingertip over the neckline of her dress. "It's a prerequisite if I'm working," he replied. "I like the way it sounds when you say my name. That might be the first time you've called me by my name properly. Minus when you're moaning it." She blushed. "I like it that way, too, for the record."
"You seriously have a one-track mind."
He grinned crookedly. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes," she said, bending to pick up her heavy bag, but instead he lifted it easily.
"We're taking my wheels this time," he said, and smirked. Lily frowned a little but shrugged. Her mouth parted when they got to the parking lot and he beeped a sexy dark blue Jaguar unlocked. He put her bag in the trunk.
"Nice car," she murmured. "Are you loaded?"
"Define 'loaded'," he replied, then opened the passenger door for her. Her brows lifted. "I'm capable of playing the gentleman," he said. "Especially if it improves my chances of getting laid." Lily rolled hazel eyes but smiled.
"Do you own this car outright?" she asked once he slid behind the wheel.
"Yes."
"Do you own that fancy condo outright?" she asked as he started the engine and it purred to life.
"Yes."
"And do you have to think about the remaining limit on your credit cards before you use them?"
He smirked. "Credit cards have limits?" he asked in mock shock.
Lily's brows lifted. "That constitutes being loaded," she said succinctly. "Which," she added as he laughed, deep and husky and arousing, "is sort of balls if you ask me."
He glanced at her. "Oh?"
"Yup. I'm trying to foster the creativity of tomorrow's generation and barely making a dent in my student loans, while you're keeping criminals out of prison when they probably deserve to be there, and you own a fucking Jag. Total balls."
"Sometimes they don't deserve to be in prison," Scorpius replied. "And you get summers off."
Lily rolled her eyes. "Regardless, I think you owe me two drinks. You can afford it, right?"
"You bet, babe. I'll even splurge and buy you a real cocktail and not a shitty discount beer."
"Two cocktails," she said as they pulled up to a bar Lily hadn't been to since she split with her ex.
"If you insist, babe."
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