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"You're late, prick," Albus Potter said, grinning as Scorpius sat down across from him at the table. The blond smirked back.
"You're early, douche," the blond man shot back. "Besides, I have the best fucking excuse, and you're going to want to cry with jealousy."
Albus sat forward. "That so?"
The blond grinned. Fuck yeah. "Yep. Did you order?"
Albus rolled his bright green eyes. "Course. Tell me why I'm going to be crying with jealousy and why you're late."
"For the record, not late. I just spent a half hour having coffee and chatting with the sexiest woman I've ever met." Albus lifted his brows.
"Serious?"
"Hundred percent. Fucking twelve, man." Albus grinned and Scorpius looked smug. "And then she came back to my place for some afternoon delight." Dark brows lifted higher.
"You're fucking with me," he said as beers arrived. Scorpius chuckled.
"Never. Serious, she was a fucking wildcat, too."
"So then what?" Albus demanded. "She still there?" The blond snorted, sipping his drink. No, she pretty much ran away directly after the sex.
"No. She went home."
Albus sighed. "You fucking twat, that's such fucking bull. How the fuck do you just stumble across the sexiest woman you've ever seen and she just happens to want to sleep with you?"
Scorpius grinned. "Good looks and superior physique," he retorted.
Albus snorted. "And a horseshoe up your ass." He was as perpetually dateless as his cousin Rose, although he had a lot of mini relationships. They usually didn't last past a weekend, maybe four days if she was good enough in bed. "So you gonna see her again?"
The blond shrugged, drinking some beer. "Maybe." I hope so. He'd foolishly not even gotten her number. Not that he was about to admit that to Albus.
"Who is she?"
"I doubt you know her," he said. Albus rolled his eyes. "Didn't catch her last name, but she said her name was Lily." Albus frowned a tiny bit.
"That's it, after a whole half hour?" he drawled.
Scorpius flipped him off and Albus laughed, drinking his beer. "What else d'you want to know?"
"What's she look like? How old? Does she have hot single friends?"
"She said late twenties." Scorpius wondered if she'd been lying, though he doubted most women would lie to make themselves older. "Either way, she's got a slammin' fucking body. All long and lean, legs that go on for fucking ever, man. She's a yoga teacher, and Jesus Christ is she flexible." He thought briefly of how she'd looked arched into his mouth, then with her legs bent up and spread open for him. Fuck, why didn't I get her number? Albus frowned some more.
"What's she look like?" he asked again.
Scorpius didn't see his friend's questioning eyes or expression. He was seeing Lily in his mind's eye. "Redhead. Lots of long hair, kind of crazy. Hazel eyes. Tall for a woman, at least five eight. Great tits, and an even better ass. A fucking great arse, really." He didn't see Albus's fist, but he felt it collide with his cheekbone. He was knocked out of his chair and barely avoided face planting on the patio. Several people nearby looked around in shock. "Are you fucking daft?" Scorpius growled, getting up and sitting back in his seat.
"Are you?" Albus demanded, standing, chest heaving.
"What the fuck's your problem?" Scorpius hissed.
"You just fucked my sister, genius," the green eyed man snarled furiously, sitting back down with effort as onlookers watched on eagerly.
Scorpius almost laughed. He hadn't seen Albus's sister, who incidentally he recalled was a redhead named Lily, since she'd been like fourteen. She'd been all skinny, gangly, underdeveloped girl and he had barely even taken notice of her. "Yeah right. Weren't you listening, you fucker? I said she was the sexiest woman I've ever fucking met." He rubbed his aching face. "Ow, that hurt, by the way."
"Tall, red hair that's a fucking beast, hazel eyes, yoga teacher, twenty eight? That's my fucking sister, you ass clown!"
Scorpius scoffed. "Yeah right. Last I saw of your sister she was-"
"That was more than a decade ago!"
The blond shook his head. "No, there's no way it was-" Albus slid his phone over and Scorpius looked down at a picture of his friend and, indeed, the sexy redhead he'd fucked senseless that afternoon was beside him, smiling and making bunny ears behind his head. "Fuck me," he muttered.
"Yeah, fuck you is right," Albus growled.
"Look, Al, obviously I had no idea, man or I wouldn't have-"
Albus held up a hand to halt the grey eyed blond man right there, as he firmly shook his head. "Fine, whatever. But you're never going to see her again and I'm never going to hear you describe...those kinds of things in regards to my sister ever again. Got it you motherfucker?"
Scorpius's mouth tightened. "Got it," he snapped, cursing his damnable luck. Figures. You find a hot, sexy, total babe of a woman who's a fucking goddess in the bedroom and she's the one woman who's off limits. Fuck! Why does she have to be Al's damned sister!?
"Hang on a sec," Albus said, then his eyes widened. "Lily's not single."
Scorpius felt his own brows lift, and raised his hands in an innocent gesture. "Swear to God, I didn't know. She never mentioned a boyfriend."
Albus frowned and their food came out. Scorpius put a french fry in his mouth, trying to ignore the decidedly awkward silence as he chewed mechanically.
After the meal, which was more subdued than normal when he and Scorpius got together after the stunning revelation that his friend, one of the oldest and closest he had, had slept with his sister, Albus called her. His apparently single sister answered on the third ring.
"'Lo?"
"Lily?"
"Uh oh," Lily said, then giggled and said to someone in the background on her end, "It's Albus." Then to him, "What's up, bro?"
The dark haired man found himself frowning even more. "Are you drunk?"
"Uh huh," Lily replied, and snorted a laugh as Rose, who was equally drunk and was going through her photo album cutting Harvey out, mimed shooting herself.
"Lily, it's like five thirty," he said disapprovingly.
The redhead squinted at her clock. "Yes. Almost. Why're you calling? I'm busy."
"Doing what, other than getting plastered in the afternoon?" her brother demanded. Hazel eyes rolled dramatically and Rose laughed.
"Is this his or yours?" Daphne asked, pulling a light blue and white striped button down shirt out of Lily's closet.
"His, I think. But I like it, so it's mine now," she said. "I'm de-Harvey-fying my life and apartment," she said. "We broke up today."
There was a pause, but instead of the normal big brother response of 'I'm going to beat him up' or 'he's such a douche, you deserve better', Albus snorted. Lily's brows went up. "Is that because you slept with Scorpius?" he asked.
Lily felt her face go red. "How do you know-?"
"Jesus Christ, Lily, obviously he told me." The redhead sat back, feeling like she'd been played. "He didn't know you were my sister," he said grudgingly after a moment.
"Oh," Lily said, and tried to fight the smile and surge of happiness that admission brought. He hadn't simply played her, but had obviously felt the same pull of attraction she had. "Well anyway, it's not because I slept with Scorpius. Well, I mean I guess kind of, but after I told him, Harvey was like 'yeah, I've been fucking some nineteen year old bimbo for two months', and I kind of lost it. Then we broke up." She drank some wine. "Hence being plastered in the afternoon, dear brother."
There was silence and the redhead guessed that Albus didn't know what to say. "Well shit," he mumbled at last.
Lily laughed. "Uh huh, it's definitely some shit. Oh hey, I just thought of something!" she said, hazel eyes widening. "You have his number, right?"
Albus laughed and she frowned. "Who, Scorpius? Yeah, I have his number. And I'm going to make sure you never get it, because there is no way that is allowed to happen."
The redhead pouted, and said, "His," to Daphne without thinking as a faded black undershirt was held before her. "Come on, Al," the redhead said, tone wheedling. "I'm going through an emotionally upheaving time. I need to find solace after this devastating personal blow."
"That's why they make wine and ice cream," he said. "Besides, he's already been warned to stay away."
Lily frowned. "You're a terrible brother. This is why I love James more." She hung up on him. "What a douche," she muttered.
"It's probably for the best," Rose said, drinking some more wine. "Besides, that would be awkward central, you and Malfoy. He's your brother's friend for Christ's sake!"
"I think they'd get on," Daphne said, even as Lily unconsciously pouted at Rose's unsolicited opinion. "Mind you, I haven't seen or talked to Scorpius in like five years, so who knows now. He was still military when we last spoke."
Rose gestured as if to say 'I told you so'. "Still," Lily sighed, thinking about those thundery grey eyes and that deep, erotic voice telling her he wanted her to come before he fucked her. She fought a shiver. It's for the best. Lily didn't quite believe it, but blamed it on the wine.
The next morning she got up very late after spending a good hour crying after her friend and cousin had left the night before, got Advil and water, and went for a long run, pushing herself hard as punishment for getting so drunk last night. She stopped at the diner to get a smoothie to go before heading home, but hesitated just outside the door. What if that little blonde hussy is there? Wait, what if Harvey is in there?
The redhead pushed in through the door anyway. Fuck them. I want a smoothie. She went up to the counter and ordered it, tipping her change to the middle aged guy who'd worked there for longer than Lily had been alive and owned the place now. "Kelly, you're late," he barked, jamming two bananas into a blender. Lily looked over at a tiny blonde who came out of the door marked Employees Only, tying her little apron thing on and pulling a pen from her messy blonde bun.
"Sorry, Ted, I overslept," she said, smiling charmingly, offering the man a pouty smirk, and Lily tried not to glare. Probably with Harvey.
Ted frowned and Lily couldn't help but frown too. After she got her smoothie, Lily stayed awhile to watch Kelly, but she seemed relatively nice, and the redhead departed. She wouldn't cause a scene. That was just cold, what if the poor girl lost her job? But the redhead was determined, should she ever have her as a waitress, she wouldn't tip her, because she refused to give up visiting her favourite diner for the stupid slut's sake.
Lily headed out of the diner, walking around the corner and down two buildings to her apartment, and glanced at a shiny, all-black car, a new model Lexus, parked in front of her building. It was a nice car, and while she didn't live in the worst neighbourhood, it still stuck out like a sore thumb. As she drew level with it, the driver's side window went down. "You're a hard person to track down. And coming from me, that's saying something."
The redhead felt herself blush a little, because she was only in her sports bra and micro running shorts, and Scorpius Malfoy, with his dark aviators and black tee, looked good. Too good. "It comes with the territory. My dad was a cop, my brother's a cop, and Albus is all over the TV for all the provocative cases." Her father still hadn't forgiven his middle child, and clone, for becoming a defense attorney, despite the disgusting amount of money he made doing it and Albus's notorious success. "I try to fly below the radar," she said lightly, moving over to talk to him properly.
"Are you going to invite me upstairs?" he rumbled and Lily sucked in a breath, moving to lean on his open window, unintentionally pressing her breasts up and together in her sports bra, cleavage on display.
"That's probably not a good idea."
A blond eyebrow lifted. "Because of the boyfriend?" HIs dark grey gaze darted down to appreciate the sight of her luscious curves on display.
Lily blushed more. "No. The boyfriend and I split. Turns out he beat me to cheating, by a lot, and he was waiting to end it. He wasn't even fazed when I told him I slept with you." She looked away, shrugging, and bit her lip. Funny fact, we both prefer blondes, too.
"Then why is it a bad idea?" he drawled, taking his sunglasses off, eyes roving over her cleavage pointedly.
"You know why," she said, still thoroughly tempted, even as she replayed what Albus had said to her. That is so beyond not allowed to happen. "Al would go nuts. And your cousin is my best friend."
Scorpius grinned. "Al's a baby. And what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Ignorant bliss and whatnot."
The redhead chuckled, because he was way too tempting. "Still, I'm not sure bringing you upstairs would be the best idea."
"Disappointing." She smirked because he didn't look or sound remotely perturbed by the rejection. Then again, he's underwear model sexy. Of course he doesn't care. "Then I suppose I'll have to settle for breakfast instead."
Lily lifted her brows at his presumption. "Really?" she drawled. "A breakfast for one?" she asked pointedly, and sipped her smoothie.
"No," he said lightly, and reached out, tilting her straw toward himself when she released it and sipping from her smoothie. "That would be if you took me upstairs, because you'd be on the menu."
She took her smoothie back out of range. "If you're trying to ask me out, you're doing a terrible job," she teased, smile and sparkling hazel eyes belying the harsh words.
"I'm not asking," he replied. "But if you insist. Would you like to come to breakfast with me?"
She glanced down at herself. "I'm not dressed. Or showered."
"And yet you still look good enough to eat."
She blushed for real. "Fine," Lily said. "But I get to pick the place."
Scorpius arched a brow. "Fair enough."
Lily grinned, unlocked his door and opened it for him. "You might want to roll your window up. I don't think it's likely to get stolen, but this is a pretty nice car."
Scorpius powered up the window, climbed out, looking and smelling delicious as he unfolded his long, perfectly toned frame from the car, closed the door and beeped it locked. "Where are we going?"
Lily waited until they got to the corner and pointed. "Here. Best blueberry pancakes in town, and the only place I enjoy eating breakfast."
They went into the diner, got a table near the back, and Lily couldn't help but notice the tall blond looking around. "The best blueberry pancakes in town, you say?" he said once they were seated.
"Yup."
"Impossible," Scorpius said, waving a hand dismissively. Lily smirked.
"Really? How so?"
The blond grinned. "Because I know where to find the best blueberry pancakes in town, and it's not here."
She laughed. "That means you know where to find the second best blueberry pancakes."
"We'll see," he said as the waitress came over and Lily looked up into Kelly's blonde smiling face.
"Hi there, I'm Kelly and I'll be your server," she said brightly and the redhead grit her teeth.
"Blueberry pancakes, syrup on the side," she said without smiling.
"Times two," Scorpius added. Kelly jotted it down on her little pad and flounced away. "Why don't you like her?" he asked once the perky blonde teen was gone.
Lily started a bit but then forced a shrug. "Y'know how I mentioned the boyfriend was cheating before me?"
"Ah," Scorpius said, sitting back.
"At least he didn't have to go far for it," she said fairly, and sat back too.
"How long?" Scorpius asked quietly. Lily frowned.
"Really? This is probably the last conversation I'd thought we'd have, but alright then. Like two months, give or take. I didn't get specific times and dates." Lily shrugged again, pulling her hair out of its bun, letting her mess of dark red hair spill over her shoulders and down her back and ran a hand through it, shaking out the bigger snarls. "Either way, it doesn't really matter."
"Sure it does," he said. "Your ex is probably the biggest douche I've ever had the good fortune of not meeting. To me, that matters bunches."
Lily smiled a bit at that. "Yup, definitely a douche. Lucky you, eh?" She shook her head, trying not to sigh. "Still, though. Five years, poof!" She drank some smoothie and fiddled with a packet of sweetener for coffee.
Scorpius reached for her smoothie again and sipped. "Five years?" he asked, brow arched. "Ouch, that's shitty."
Lily snatched her cup back, glaring a little. "Yeah well, nowhere to go but forward." And at least he's not a co-owner on the studio. When the redhead had purchased her yoga studio space, she'd been adamant it be in her name only, as it was her business and she'd saved every last penny for the down payment and paid all the monthly bills herself anyway. "So since we're on the subject of shitty exes, let's hear your worst."
He grinned. "My girlfriend in the sixth grade broke up with me for the kid with braces."
Lily burst out laughing. "Wow, really? Was that during your awkward phase?"
Scorpius smirked. "No. He got her a better present for her birthday. She dumped me at the party and everything. We hadn't even gotten to kissing yet."
"That bitch," Lily teased. Scorpius smirked.
"She came crawling back." A red brow arched. "Unfortunately for her, I'd gotten with her best friend by that point, and we'd definitely got to the kissing part."
The redhead put a foot up on her seat, resting her head on her knee and sipped her smoothie again as dark grey eyes darted down the back up to her gaze. "And that's really the worst ex you have?" she asked.
"Really," he said. Figures.
"Lucky you."
Scorpius smirked wider, but it seemed distinctly fake. "Not really. I was heartbroken for three whole days after that."
She flipped him off and rolled her eyes as Kelly came back with food. "Did you need any-?"
"We're good," Lily said abruptly. The blonde shot her a nasty look and sauntered off, but the redhead barely noticed, because her eyes were glued to Scorpius, and the way his eyes stayed on his food, not once flicking over the waitress's backside as it moved away. Lily drenched her pancakes and picked up her fork. "Get ready for the best pancakes in town," she said, looking up from her own breakfast and then frowned at him. "What in God's name are you doing?"
Scorpius rolled grey eyes at her. "Cutting my pancakes," he replied, cutting them neatly, the three flapjacks bursting with fresh berries stacked directly atop one another.
She stared. "You don't even have syrup on them."
Scorpius shot her the 'obviously' look. "You put syrup on after you cut them so they don't get soggy and fall off the fork."
Lily snorted, cutting a big bite of syrup soaked cake with her fork. "You're fucking weird," she mumbled. Hot, but definitely weird.
"Says the savage using a fork to cut hers," he shot back, pouring his syrup over his cut up pancakes. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Pretty good," he said after swallowing.
"Told you," Lily said, mouth half full.
"Not the best in town," he added, eating some more, "but pretty good."
Lily glared and swallowed her bite. "Then where are the best ones served?" she demanded. She wanted to try for herself to see if he was full of it.
"If you're trying to ask me out on a date you're not going about it very well," he drawled.
She laughed at him, then smacked his hand when he reached for her smoothie. "Stop that, get your own," she said.
"I just want a sip," he said. She rolled her eyes.
"You've had like three sips. Get your own," she repeated, scooting the cup closer.
By the time they finished their pancakes, Scorpius having successfully snitched two more sips of smoothie, Lily was thoroughly in like with this very sexy, decidedly amusing blond man. Kelly came back with the check, still attempting polite perkiness and the redhead felt a little bad for being snappy. Scorpius reached for it, but Lily beat him to it. "My treat," she said. "Since you're obviously delusional and can't recognize the taste of the best pancakes in town, I'll buy."
Then she realized she had no purse, no debit or credit cards, and the three dollars she'd taken jammed in her sports bra had paid for her smoothie. "No," he said easily and her brows pulled together sharply. "When we go for the best blueberry pancakes in town, the real best pancakes in town I might add, you can buy," he said, and took the check with a grin.
"Oh yeah?" she drawled. "And when will that be?"
Scorpius grinned, putting a couple bills down on the table as they got up, and stole one last sip of her smoothie. "What are you doing for lunch?" He jerked his chin at the smoothie. "That's fucking good. What is it?"
She grinned back. "Two bananas, three real strawberries, a splash of fake strawberry syrup, and milk. Ted's specialty," she said waving to the owner as they headed out.
"So you mentioned earlier your best friend is my cousin, and it's been bothering me, because I only have one female cousin, and there is no way you're best friends with my male cousins."
Lily giggled. "Okay," she said. "Says who? How do you know I'm not bosom buddies with a man?"
Scorpius snorted. "He'd have to be gay, which my cousins are not, because there isn't a straight man who could or would tolerate being just friends with you."
"So why is it bothering you?"
Scorpius frowned ever so slightly, the barest quirk down at the corners of his mouth. "Because Daphne is a slut."
Lily's mouth dropped open and she pushed the tall blond hunk as hard as possible. Which did absolutely nothing except make her more offended. "Rude!" she snapped. "Wow, you do know that's my best friend you're talking about, right?"
Scorpius shrugged. "Are you disagreeing with my statement?" he drawled. Lily glared, hazel eyes narrowing, mouth thinning. Because it was a teeny, tiny bit true that Daphne was, on occasion, a little bit of a slut. "Though I'll give her the benefit of five or six years to have grown up in," he added fairly.
"Daphne is not a slut," she said loyally. "She might be a bit more loose and open about her sexuality than most, but that doesn't make her a slut. She's never cheated on any of her exes." Lily winced a little at that, because it made her, personally, sound pretty slutty. But it was true. Daphne didn't cheat. She'd tell a man flat out she wanted to have sex with the barista at the coffee shop down the street, tell her man when she planned to be fucking said barista, and simply ask if he wanted to get it on when she got home.
"She visited me on leave one time. She fucked her way through half the guys from the squad on leave with me before the three days were up."
Lily had heard about that trip, because it was just after they themselves had turned twenty two, and held back her laugh. Because Daphne had said her cousin was 'still good looking, but turned into a stuffy prude'. "Those are the ones you know about," Lily replied and grinned when his brows shot up. They'd made it back to her apartment. "She fucked her way through all of them, actually." He looked shocked and she giggled again. "She called it the seventy two hour mission. All her 'cat naps'? There wasn't much napping going on."
"And you're trying to convince me she's not a slut?" Scorpius finally drawled.
Lily shook her head. "She's not. She's comfortable with her sexuality." The redhead dawdled out front of her building as he leaned against his car. "Well, thanks for breakfast," she said, smiling a little, cheeks very slightly pink.
"Thank you. Even if they weren't the pancakes I was promised."
She smiled, moving a little closer. "Do you want to come upstairs?" she asked.
Scorpius's mouth hinted at a smile. "Breakfast for one?" he drawled. Her smile widened.
"Daph might be my bestie, and maybe a tiny bit of a slut, but that doesn't mean I am." Except you already are with him. "I'm icky, and still not dressed or showered. And you promised me a lunch of the supposed best blueberry pancakes in town. So would you like to come upstairs to wait while I take an ungodly amount of time to get ready?"
Scorpius's dark grey eyes roved down over her frame. "I'd love to."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you so much to everyone who has read or reviewed so far! It means so much that any of you are into this pairing with a Muggle-AU twist, and I hope you all stick around for what's coming next! :D Much love, and see you next time!
