It was a short walk from the Potions Room they'd just been holed up in to the Slytherin dungeons.

"I'll check if anyone is about," he said quickly, as he ducked in. A second later, he reappeared. "Coast is clear."

Lily didn't say anything, didn't want to speak in case it broke the spell she felt under. She barely cast an eye around the Common Room as he led her to one of the dorms. Once inside, he broke off from her and pulled out his wand, whispering a locking spell.

"All my roommates have gone home." he said, turning to her. "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded, but he shook his head at her.

"Evans, do you want to do this?"

"Yes," she managed.

Then he was on her, kissing her deeply, his hands roaming down her back. There was something incredibly needing in the way he did so, so nakedly lustful. It only spurned her on.

Her hands wrestled with the buttons of his shirt, already having pulled his robe off, while he pulled her blouse over her head. While she fumbled with his belt, clearly practiced hands were taking her bra off. He began to kiss at her neck in furious, hot kisses. She felt like she might be shaking, but she wasn't sure, it was all happening so fast that she couldn't quite get a hold of herself. Finally they were both naked, and he led her to his bed, pulling back the curtains.

Underneath his clothes, he had the body of a Quidditch player: all hard muscles, and just the softest hints of Hogwarts dinners round his middle. His chest was covered in fine, downy blonde hairs, and his shoulders were — ugh, so gorgeous and broad. He was already extremely erect, and an impressive length and thickness at that.

He stayed standing as she laid down, and his eyes roved over her much like she had done only a moment before.

"Merlin, you're beautiful," he sighed.

"Hurry up," she said, pulling at his hips.

"And so impatient," he chuckled. He was quickly on top of her, kissing her mouth, then moving down to her neck. He paused at her breasts, taking each into his mouth and playfully nibbling at them. She gasped, arching her back towards him. His hair trailed down her stomach as he moved down, down, down. He gently pulled her legs apart.

He licked the length of her slit, and she let out a hearty groan, her hand reaching down to tangle in his hair.

He went slowly, pausing to kiss her thighs and mound as he licked, avoiding her clit altogether. She was practically grinding into his face, but he still didn't go near it until she finally groaned, "Please Lucius, please!"

Then he attacked it with vigour, licking and sucking as she felt waves of pleasure building up, warmth spreading down her thighs and all the way up to her neck. She came hard, crying out and grabbing at his head. She was dizzy and warm when as the most intense waves left her. It was the first time she'd cum at someone else's hand — or mouth, as it were. Not that her only other bedmate had bothered to even try after the first few months they were together.

He came back up, and when he kissed her, she could taste herself on his lips. It only turned her on more.

He pulled away, and leant down to her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered.

She could only nod, biting her lip. She wanted nothing else in the world in that moment than to feel him inside of her.

She expected him to tease her here too, but instead, before she could even blink, he'd lined himself up and was then buried inside of her. She let out a groan, and he growled.

"Fuck," he whispered.

Then he was moving — slowly at first, then speeding up. All the time, he didn't break eye contact. There was an intensity she'd never experienced before, and a nakedness she'd never felt with how present he was. Not like her last time, not at all. Her only other bedmate always reminded her a little of a dog humping a pillow: she just happened to be there for him to pleasure herself. This time…was so different. Every part of her felt electrified.

Sustaining eye contact meant she too was more in the moment than she'd ever been. She felt the slickness of herself as he slammed into her, feel the sweat on his back as she ran her nails down it and clutched at him desperately, felt the way his ass trembled beneath the legs she'd pulled round them, and every skin cell could feel the heat of his against her chest.

She reached up and brought his head towards her, and began to kiss him. He kissed back eagerly, his tongue trying to find hers.

His speed increased, and finally he started to jerk with short half-thrusts.

"Shit," he growled.

She moaned at the sudden change in rhythm, and grinned when he finally collapsed on top of her with a groan.

"Shit," he whispered again into her neck.

They laid there, breathing heavily for a moment, before Lily finally said; "You're kind of heavy."

"Sorry," he said with a chuckle. He rolled over, pulling out of her. It made her groan to feel empty of him. She felt a trickle between his thighs. "And…sorry."

"What's that one for?" she said with a sigh, rolling over to face his him. His eyes were almost blue in the dim lighting of his bed.

He grinned, and shrugged. He looked boyish, and self-conscious. "I hadn't meant to — to cum so quickly."

"It wasn't quick," she said, grinning back. "It was good, very good."

"I'd meant to take it slow, I don't know what came over me," he said. "But it was good. A little too good."

Lily laughed. "What does that mean?"

"You know what that means," he said, wrinkling his nose. He was embarrassed! It only made her laugh harder. "I just…really enjoyed myself, more than I have before."

She waggled her eyebrows at him. She was still giddy from having cum. "So how does this usually go? When do you usually kick girls out of your bed?"

His blush deepened, but he said: "Usually they're out the door as soon as — I can't even joke about this. Anyway. If you'd be amenable, I'd like to indulge in some cuddling."

"Lucius Malfoy!" she said, only partially in mock-shock. "A cuddler! I would have never guessed."

"Aren't we learning a lot about each other today," he said. He was trying to look teasing, but it was failing when his cheeks were so red.

He shuffled closer to her, slipping an arm under her neck, and pulled her towards him. She wrapped her legs around him, and sighed into his chest. It didn't even matter that he was sweaty, she just liked being close to him in that moment.

"You now, you shouldn't believe all the rumours about me," he said quietly into her hair. "I'm not quite the womaniser they would make me out to be."

"Oh really?" she said. She didn't quite believe him. "So which ones aren't true?"

"Well," he said, stroking his free hand up and down her arm, "By some accounts, I must have slept with half the eligible women in the school. And — according to a trusted source — one of the teachers."

"And what are you saying, that that isn't true?" she said. She hoped he could hear the grin in her voice.

"Most decidedly not," he said.

"So how many then?" she said, peeking her head up to look at him.

He frowned down at her, and she could practically hear his calculations.

"Five," he said. "You'd be conquest number five."

She spat a laugh. "Conquest! I like that. But you'll forgive me if I'm a little skeptical."

"Actually," he said, and he looked away from her eyes, "It's important that you know, this isn't… Oh Merlin. That this isn't just something I do."

"Lucius," she said, reaching up a hand to stroke his cheek. "I don't mind if it is. It's not like we've been on a date, even, for this to be something serious."

He pursed his lips. "Right. Okay. But — I know you were joking, but I'm not going to kick you out of bed."

She gave him a sleepy smile, and reached up to kiss him gently.

"Good, because you're a surprisingly good cuddler after all," she said, nuzzling back into his chest.

"I'm not sure whether to be insulted that you doubted I would be," he said, kissing the top of her head.

They remained like that for some time, until Lily at some point dozed off.

When she awoke, she found she must have rolled over, because Lucius was spooning her tightly, and he was snoring gently. It was dark, and the candles were lower than they had been. She wondered what time it was.

She turned over, but was nosey enough that Lucius' eyes fluttered open. A soft smile appeared on his face as he regarded her.

"Well, isn't this a nice sight to wake up to?" he said, his voice croaky and full of sleep.

"I'll say," she said. But she couldn't bring herself to kiss him, as if the moment had passed.

Luckily, she didn't need to initiate, because he leant forward and kissed her gently. She smiled. Maybe the moment hadn't passed, and the illusion was not yet broken. She ignored the dark shadow in her heart that worried that still, they would have to return to normal, to real life, as soon as they left his bed, and he would put this behind her as a dalliance, and she might come to her senses.

"What time is it?" he whispered, his eyes drooping closed again.

She held an arm up, regarded her bare wrist. "About half past freckle, by my watch."

He smirked. "For a second, I'd forgotten you were a huge dork."

She gaped in feign offence.

"Excuse me!" she said. She batted him on the chest.

"What!? It's a compliment," he said. He leaned forward and kissed her again. "I find it positively endearing."

"Ahhh, there's the condescending boy I went to bed with," she said. "What a good choice that was."

"Really, Evans, what were you thinking?" he said. He seemed unperturbed.

He onto his back, his hand slipping out from beneath her neck. He stretched, and Lily's eyes, unbidden by her, trailed down the length of his body again. Merlin, he was attractive. Stupidly so.

When he was done displaying himself — and she was quite sure the stretch was ever so slightly for her benefit — he reached out of his curtain, and his hand came back gripping a clock.

"Well, look at that, we'll catch dinner after all," he said. "Good, because I'm starved."

"I'm pretty peckish myself," she said with a sigh. She didn't want to leave the warm cocoon.

"Come on, let's get dressed," he said, and then turned, looking her up and down. "As much as I'm reluctant to leave this sight behind."

She blushed, which was stupid given they'd already had sex, and of course that might mean he found her attractive. But the naked desire in his eyes made her skin prickle.

With another sigh, she got up from the bed, as much as she didn't want to. She began to get dressed, but looked up just as she was buttoning her shirt to find Lucius watching her intently, his jumper still in his hand.

"Can I help you?" she said, eyebrow cocked.

"Just admiring the last of the view," he said.

She pursed her lips. So he thought the same as her, that this little fling would end as soon as she they walked out of his room.

"Hey, now, what's that look for?" he said. He came over, his eyes glued to hers.

"It's just —" oh Merlin, could she really say it? It sounded so silly, and surely was one of those things that mostly went unspoken. "I just enjoyed myself, and now I'm sad it's over."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Well, if that's the case, we can keep going, get one of the house elves to bring us a meal later."

She chuckled dryly. "I didn't mean over now, I meant over in general."

He frowned at her. When he didn't respond, she exhaled.

"Once we walk out of here, we have to go back to the reality where we shouldn't even be friends, let alone — let alone sleeping together, Lucius. And I know this won't happen again."

Lucius' frown only deepened.

"What in the world are you talking about, Evans?" he said. "Do you want to stop doing this?"

"Clearly not! I just know it can't go on."

"According to whom?"

"According to, I don't know," she said, and threw up her hands. "The laws of the universe, I suppose. This is crazy! And it was fun, and I liked it, but you got what you came for and —"

His hands were suddenly on her shoulders, his reassuring weight pushing her down. His eyes were practically black with intensity.

"Is that really what you think? This is what I came for?"

She blinked, trying not to lose her nerve, even as her insecurities made her want to curl into a ball.

"Are you saying you didn't ask me to help you study in hopes of sleeping with you?"

"Come on, we're going for a walk," he said.

"What? What about dinner?"

"Dinner can wait, I want to take a walk with you," he said.

Panic and hope bloomed equally large in her chest.

"Am I in trouble?" she asked, hoping to break the tension.

He slitted his eyes at her.

"Don't be silly, Evans. Finish getting dressed, and let's go. I'll check nobody is in the Common Room."

AN: Yay, smut? There won't be a huge amount of it in the rest of the story, but there will be some more here and there.