Author's Note: There is a section in this chapter that is pure smut (and not between Scorpius and Rose); although I feel it is done fairly tastefully with no "offending" words, it is rather dirty to me. I understand that is not everyone's cup of tea and so I have separated that part with ***Smut*** at the beginning and at the end so you can skip over it if you would like. There is nothing in that section that is relevant to any other part of this story.
Chapter Two - Drinks and Revelations
I was genuinely happy when Albus stopped by my office to invite me out for drinks with him and Shaina. I hadn't gotten to properly congratulate her on their engagement and I needed some company to be honest.
Since Amalia moved out of my flat it has been a bit lonely. I didn't expect that. The night I had come home after she took her things I realized that there wasn't much different. Her side of the closet was empty, the side of the bathroom vanity that held her makeup and glamor potions cleared, and a few photos removed off the mantle; that was about it. It surprised me a bit just how little she actually had there even though she had been living there for over two years. It definitely made me realize just how much it was actually my flat and I had always nixed the idea of buying new furniture together or allowing her to bring anything over from her flat and mix it with my stuff. I had always used the excuse that I loved the way everything was so cohesive and comfortable, and that she loved it too. When I came to this realization I figured that Amalia missing from the flat wouldn't make much more difference either. I was wrong though. We had always taken turns with cooking and now I did it myself every night. She had always made sure to lock up at night and close the floo and I still have trouble remembering to do it. It had been a long time since I hadn't slept next to someone as well and I actually missed her snuggling into my chest, even more I missed what that usually lead to.
At six o'clock I left the office and since it was a relatively nice day I decided to walk the way to The Pickled Owl. I quite like The Pickled Owl. It's a classy gastropub on the new side of Diagon Alley. It's a little off the beaten path so it is never too busy at any one time. The food is delicious and the drinks are even better. I like Keeper's because they can keep the photographers out, whereas the Knenn family who owned The Pickled Owl couldn't, but they made up for it with their back rooms. The back rooms come in handy whenever high profile witches and wizards like the Weasleys or the Potters arrive. It allowed them to enjoy a great place without flashes in their faces and still have privacy, which is where Keeper's lacked that nicety. The servers were a hell of a lot let less forward as well.
Ophelia Knenn, the owner's daughter who had graduated Hogwarts just a year after I had, recognized me immediately and started to show me to one of the back rooms. She smiled prettily as she lifted the charm concealing the doorway, "Albus hasn't arrived yet, but you'll be back here of course."
I entered the hidden room. It was small tonight, as it accommodated the size of the party to be expected, comfortable enough for the table and chairs placed inside. It was lit with sconces in the shapes of ornate owls and the sun streaming through the large enchanted window making the walls look bronze. The dark wooden table had four places set and a carafe of water placed in the middle with some cards piled in the center.
"May I get you a drink while you wait? Double Ogden's. Neat. Right?" Ophelia asked.
"Phelly, do I come here that frequently that you know my drink?" I smirk.
"Of course not!" She smiled prettily again and then said with a wink, "I'm just good at what I do."
I chuckled. Well, she's not a server… "I'll take the Ogden's. Thank you."
"I'll be right back." She glided out of the room and I just sat there. I always hated waiting but I hate being late more so I should be used to it as I am perpetually early. Thankfully just a moment later Ophelia came back in with a drink in hand followed by Albus and Shaina.
I stood and greeted them both as Ophelia placed my drink on the table and left the room quietly. I shook Al's hand and clapped him on the back, "My good man." And then I pulled Shaina in a hug and kissed her cheek, "Shaina, you look lovely as always."
She rolled her brown eyes but smiled, "Always the charmer Scor." Albus pulled out her chair and she sat and then we followed. "You look like you haven't slept."
"Don't go all mother hen on me. I sleep just fine. Just been a long week." I take a sip of my drink. "I should have ordered something for you guys. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it, we put in at the bar." Albus shrugged.
"Good then." I took another sip of mine. "So I have to say Shaina that ring looks a lot better on your finger than in the box. Congratulations. I'm happy for you two." Shaina and Albus both beamed. I caught the slight gleam of the concealed door shift, showing that the charm was being lifted. I nodded towards where the door was appearing, "We'll toast as soon as your drinks come in."
I was surprised then when Ophelia nor a server walked through the door, but a stunningly beautiful red head by the name of Rose Weasley. I hadn't seen her in person in over a year. She hadn't been at any of the ministry parties. Her long dark red hair hung in loose curls down her shoulders, far from the wild mane she sported while at Hogwarts. I couldn't help but sweep my eyes downward and take her fully in. She was bloody perfection in a grey blouse that had slits down the arms where her creamy skin could be glimpsed through, a tight blue dragon hide skirt that went down nicely over her hips to just above her knees, her shapely legs going on forever to a pair of grey pumps. I raked my eyes back up and caught her blue eyes narrowing in on mine. I smiled sheepishly as she took the empty seat next to me.
"Merlin Malfoy, I know I look good, but you don't have to shag me with your eyes right in front of my cousin like that. Have some respect for your best mate." Rose said before she took my drink and downed the remaining Firewhiskey.
Albus looked at me warningly and Shaina looked amused. I wanted to say something smart back, but I was too taken aback. It's been awhile since I was in a setting that Rose Weasley could be Rose Weasley and be directing her Rose Weasleyness towards me.
"Shay, you didn't tell me Malfoy would be here." Rose looked at her friend, her blue eyes like ice and an eyebrow raised.
"Come off it Ro, tonight is for Albie and me." Shaina reached for the carafe at the center of the table and poured a glass of water for herself. "I swear." Albus looked sideways at his fiancé and then to his cousin, to me, and then back to Shaina. She looked at him, "What?"
Albus knitted his eyebrows for a moment, "Nothing." Then he looked back to Rose, who looked rather sullen but still gorgeous and then to me. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head slightly, I didn't know what was going on any more than he did.
We sat for a moment in a slightly awkward silence before a waiter came into the room with a bottle of wine. He poured us each a glass and listed off the nights appetizers. Albus ordered their Pickled Plate for the table, Rose told the waiter to leave the bottle of wine and bring another his next trip in, Shaina looked between Rose and me with a glint in her eye, and I started to feel very warm.
Rose lifted her wine glass, "To my wanker of a cousin and my beautiful best friend." Everyone else lifted their own glass and clinked it to each other's before taking a sip. Rose picked up the pile of cards that were on the table and started shuffling through them. "These are bloody ridiculous."
"They're fun." I said. "Gets people talking, revealing their true selves?"
"Oh yes, because me telling you lot about what the title of my autobiography would be is riveting and gets you to know the deep stuff about me." Rose responded sarcastically.
"I think it reveals quite a bit…" Albus started.
"It doesn't. It's a silly question Albus." Rose retorted, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Albus chuckled a little, "Well, as Scorpius said, it's fun. Silly is fun."
Rose shook her head slightly and she sipped her wine. She is bloody beautiful.
"So how about it Rose? What would the title of your autobiography be?" I asked.
She smirked, "Probably something along the lines of 'Never Wear Only Your Knickers When Mixing Potions: And Other Things I've Learned.'"
Shaina snickered and said something and Albus blushed slightly, but I missed it because I couldn't get the thought of Rose Weasley standing in her knickers mixing in a cauldron. When I noticed Albus pointed look I snapped out of it.
"I know what yours would be Shay. 'Fifth Floor Hijinks and Malaises: Don't Forget Your Socks!'" Rose beamed.
Shaina's face turned as scarlet as the Hogwarts Express. "Rose Weasley!" Rose's laugh just carried throughout the room.
Albus looked just as bewildered as I felt. "I think we missed something at Hogwarts mate." He said over to me and then looked at his fiancé. "What happened up in that Gryffindor girl's dormitory?"
"Maybe she'll show you on your wedding night Albie!" Rose chortled.
The night carried on with more drinks and food and laughter. It was a great time. I couldn't help getting warm sitting so close to Rose though. Every once in a while our knees would brush under the table. It didn't seem to affect her as it did to me though. I hadn't noticed the smell of her perfume until she had left to use the restroom and came back, but once it hit me, it was as intoxicating as the wine and fire whiskey we'd been drinking. Albus and Shaina had both caught me staring a little too long at Rose a few times, but had the good gracious to not to say anything. If Rose had noticed she didn't say anything either.
When it came time to leave I went to pay the bill but Rose tried to fight me a bit. "Can we at least split it Malfoy? They're my friends too."
"You can buy drinks the next time." I said a bit drunk. I hadn't realized just how much I drank until I stood up and everything was swaying.
"I suppose there will be a next time…" Rose looked to Shaina, "I'm going to have to put up with this tosser until after the wedding aren't I?"
Shaina smiled brightly, "Yes." Shaina pulled Rose in for a hug, and it gave me a nice view of Rose's round arse. She whispered something into the red head's ear and I thought I heard the word 'naughty'. I'll show Rose naughty…
"You're ridiculous Shaina." Rose said smiling as she pulled away from her friend.
She turned to Albus and gave him a hug before she turned to me. She hesitated for a moment but leaned in and gave me a hug too. It had been a month since I had sex and felt the body of a woman even remotely pressing up against mine; had I been a lesser man I probably would have been snookered with my todger pressing up against her because she felt far too good with her breasts against my chest and her arms wrapped around my neck. What I wouldn't do to have her legs wrapped around me too… fuck. Scorpius, stop!
I pulled myself away from her before I could embarrass myself. We said our goodbyes to each other and apparated our separate ways. I'm lucky I didn't splinch myself with how hammered I was and my mind not in the right place.
o.O.o
Along with Albus, Tom Nott, Eddie Houghtaling and Mac Montague have been my best mates since Hogwarts, although it was just Albus and I for the first three years. Tom is actually my cousin from my mother's side. He would normally be the one I'd go to the pubs with at times like these, but he's off chasing dragons or something these days. So that leaves Eddie and Mac, since Al is a whipped tosser, to take me out, get me properly drunk, and make sure I don't go home with some beastly slag. I've never really been one to just be on the pull, but I'm a man in need. Three years of steady sex and then nothing for a month isn't good for a bloke. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since last Friday when I went out to dinner with Rose… and Albus and Shaina, so I took Mac's suggestion to go out with him and Eddie.
I haven't had the best of luck in the past picking up birds outside of school; I always seem to get the really slaggy ones, Amalia besides, unintentionally. They are fun and easy, which is good for me because I really am shite with woman for the most part, but they are way more of a headache in the morning then they're worth. So that's where Eddie and Mac really come to play. Now, Eddie's got class, he'll make sure the tart I go home with is fit and not at least an open cockmonger. Mac on the other hand has probably slept with more woman than he can actually count; he knows just what to say and when to say it and will line up a plethora of them for our pickings.
We apparated to an alleyway in Muggle London and then started walking up a fire escape and through what looked like an abandoned building.
"Mac, where are we going?" I asked a little suspicious of the integrity of the flooring we were walking on.
"None other than the Lucky Cat! Wall to wall totty Scorp, you'll love it." He answered exuberantly.
I nearly put my foot through the floor. "Do they call it that because you have to be as lucky as a cat with nine lives to get there? There's holes in the floor!"
Mac laughed and Eddie responded, "Magic in the Muggle world mate! It keeps them out. It'll clear up in a minute."
Sure enough as we stepped around the corner there was a long corridor with sleek black marble flooring and black walls with fairy lights twinkling. As we made our way down I saw at the end of the hall there was a large man standing at a red door with a black cat on it.
"Montague! Where were you last night?" The large man reached out to Macmillius to shake his hand. "You missed The Twisted Twins. Man was it a show!"
"Damn, I wouldn't mind meeting up with Bethesda again, maybe even Betilda would like to join… You wouldn't know when they'll be back would you?" Mac waggled his eyebrows at the large man.
He shook his head with a grin, "Sorry mate, but get on in there quick. We're almost full up tonight, the queue out front will be waiting hours to get in." The cat on the door meowed and the door swung open.
As the door opened the music was so loud that I could almost feel the blast of music hit my face. We walked in and stood on the metal grated balcony looking down in the club. Mac yelled something but I couldn't really hear him but followed where he was pointing to a group of women clustered together dancing. He started to head towards the stairs and beckoned Eddie and I to follow.
Mac made his way through the crowd towards the group of good looking girls. He immediately joined right in with them and started dancing with one that showed interest in him. Eddie glanced over at me and shrugged his shoulders with a smile and joined in with a good looking brunette. A slight red head pulled me in to join and started to awkwardly dance. This is not something I do… She got in close, "Name's Anastasia."
I nodded, "Scorpius."
Anastasia and I danced for a while, I was getting more comfortable with it. The longer we danced, the more it seemed she might have been looking for the same thing I was there for that night. She would grind on me and touch me sensually and didn't shy away when I placed my hands a little lower on her hips. It was started to get rather warm however. You could smell it in the air, the sweat, the desire, the desperation. I needed a break and excused myself to go to the bar.
"Would you like anything?" I leaned into Anastasia's ear.
She smiled seductively and lowered her hand over my crotch, "Something stiff."
Well, isn't she forward. "Firewhiskey alright?"
She giggled slightly and shook her head yes.
As I walked away I expected her to follow, but she didn't. Even though I was, at this point, planning on leaving with her, I was relieved for the slight reprieve. I slid up to the bar and ordered two firewhiskeys and put a few galleons on the bar. The barkeep was quick, poured the drinks, grabbed the money and whisked off to help another customer. I sat there for a few minutes drinking, glancing over at the group of girls and my mates once in a while.
I received a slight push on the shoulder and turned my head to see a buxom blonde and smiled.
"You never rang me!" Vivienne the Waitress smiled back. She sat next to me and put her chin in her hand leaning on the bar and sighed, "I thought for sure you would."
I slid the firewhiskey that was meant for Anastasia over to Vivienne. "I'm sorry, love, I was with someone at the time."
"And you aren't now?" She raised an elegant brow.
"No. I am definitely not." I moved in a little closer to her.
She laughed a throaty laugh, "So you just happen to order two drinks at a time?" Shite. I glanced over to the group I was with and saw Vivienne follow my gaze. "I didn't think so."
"Well, I'm not with anyone in the sense that I was with someone before. We've only just met here, tonight, and shared a few dances. Isn't that what you do at a club?"
Vivienne the Waitress laughed again. "Is that what you do Mr. Malfoy? Come to a club to dance? Not for anything else?"
Not entirely sure how to respond, I could be incredible forward, but I'd make a fool of myself. I'm not drunk yet to be a Lothario, so I do what I do best and change the subject. "You actually know who I am? I hadn't introduced myself at Keeper's."
"Sure I know who you are." She had a glint in her eye. "Scorpius Malfoy, some Junior Something-or-other at the Ministry, best mate of Albus Potter, son of the famous Harry Potter, sitting on old money and absolutely delectable looking."
She caught me off guard and I just sat there for a moment looking at her and took a sip of my drink.
She smiled seductively and placed her hand on my thigh, "But I'm not interested in all that, well, not all of it anyway. You are rather delectable looking." With the next few words she walked her fingers further up my thigh, and she said with a raised eyebrow and a come hither smile, "And I could just eat you up." On her final word he finger tapped gently on her target.
I finished off my drink. "You want to get out of here?"
"My flat isn't far from here." With that she stood and grabbed my hand and we headed towards the floo. I didn't look back at Eddie and Mac.
o.O.o
I was surprised to see how nice Vivienne's flat was. I was expecting it to reflect her meager wages from Keeper's, but it had a simple French elegance that just didn't fit that. She motioned me to the couch as she went to the small bar she had. "Would you like an Ogden's?"
"Yes. Thank you." I sat and watched as she poured two glasses and sashayed over. She handed me a glass and sat down close. Her legs crossed over one another and her foot running over my leg slightly. I watched as she sipped her drink and played with her hair behind her ear slightly.
She smiled and put her drink down, following mine. "So, what's your story?"
Her question surprises me slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Well, not that it stopped me from trying, I see you at Keeper's often enough to know that you were with someone, and the same someone for quite some time at that, and now you're not with her. And tonight you are out at the Dancing Cat 'just dancing'."
I want to be suave. I want to say or do something that would just lead us to the bedroom, but I couldn't and stupidly told her the truth instead. "I didn't want to marry her." Fuck Scorpius, you don't tell a bird you don't want to get married. Even if it is just for sex, they all want to get married.
Vivienne laughed and surprised me again when she swung her leg over mine and straddled me. "I guess it's a good thing I'm just looking for a shag then, eh?" I sighed slightly in relief and put my hands to her hips. I bucked up a bit to move a little forward and get more comfortable. Her weight on top of me was light and I had a beautiful view of the tops of her breasts. "Do you want me, Scorpius?" She leaned in and bit her bottom lip softly.
I kissed her mouth hard in response.
***Smut Ahead***
In that moment, it didn't matter who I was with. I wanted this woman. I needed her. Her scent filled my nostrils and it was like a drug. I needed more of it, closer to me. My hands gripped her hips and moved towards her arse, it was as firm as I imagined it would be. Her arms went around my neck, her hand pulling at my hair as we ravaged each other's mouths. Our tongues hot and wet mingling together, tasting strongly from the firewhiskey we shared. She starts grinding against me, my hardness pressing against her.
I break the kiss and she groans slightly as I remove my hands from their current targets, but only to remove her dress. I pull it over her head, exposing her chest to me before I attack her neck with my lips and tongue and teeth making her moan as I undo her bra and exposing her further. I cup her breasts and pull them to my mouth, sucking in one nipple and rolling my tongue over it and then pull it gently with my teeth before I move to lavish the next one.
She pulls away this time to tug off my shirt. Her fingernails grazing my chest slightly as she undoes the buttons on my shirt, working her way down to the waist of my pants. I can't help but stare at her as she bites her swollen lip slightly and then slides down to floor on her knees, kissing down my chest as she goes. Her wet tongue darts out and licks at her lip as she unbuckles my belt and undoes my pants. I lift my hips so she can slide them off of me along with my boxers.
Merlin, she smiles up at me as she starts licking the length of my shaft. She starts dragging her wet tongue up the base and swirls it around my tip. She kisses it before she slides her lips fully around and starts taking me in. At first just a little, and then a little more, and a little more. She takes me completely, slowly, inch by inch, all while staring up at me. Fuck, she's good.
I keep watching her. Her wet mouth gliding up and down. Her tongue flat along the underside and her lips wrapped around me.
My hand goes to her hair and help guide her head easily. She rakes her nails softly down the outside of my thighs and legs and then back up to your inner thighs as she works her own kind of magic. Her moans vibrating down my length.
Her hands find their way to help. One cups me gently and the other she uses to wrap around the base of my shaft. She twists her wrist as she strokes me up and down, her lips wrapped around my head, her tongue swirling and flicking around it and then she takes me back down all the way again.
Her hands move to my hips now and I push her head down a little harder, a little further, as I start thrusting upwards into her mouth, getting closer to release. I can't believe I've made it this long, but I'll be coming soon and I'll have to make it up to her. Her hand goes back down, caressing a little. I lift her head up and I grasp the base of my glistening shaft and she opens her mouth, waiting to taste me. I spurt out and she catches a good amount on her tongue and the rest gets on her face and her glorious tits. She stares up at me as she rolls her tongue back into her mouth to swallow.
She stands up and smiles as she grabs my hand, "Come with me." And I follow her into her bedroom.
***End Smut***
o.O.o
The next morning an owl pecking at my window woke me up. I begrudgingly get out of bed, only having been asleep for about three hours, and open the window. Mac's owl flew in and dropped a note and stared at me with his big yellow eyes, waiting.
Where the fuck did you run off to last night? The red haired bird was right pissed that you disappeared. It better have been good! And Eddie wants to make sure you didn't get Avada'd or something.
- Mac
I flip the parchment over and scribble a quick response.
Went off with a bird. Sorry about the red head. It was bloody fantastic. Not dead.
-Scorpius
I sent the owl back out and just as he flew away there was a knock on the door. What the bloody hell is with people so early this morning? I make my way to the door and the knock becomes more persistent.
"Merlin! I'm here, I'm here." I open the door and there's Albus. "What's got your wand in a knot? It's only eight in the morning!"
Albus pushes his way through and sits at the counter in the kitchen. He pulls out a copy of the Daily Prophet, "Did you see this yet?"
"No, I just woke up. I only got in 'round four this morning." I put on the kettle, yawning. "Why?"
"Well, maybe you want to sit down for this." He pushes the copy of the Prophet towards me. I look it over and don't see anything. "The society pages." He points out.
"Why would I have read the society pages? Did you come out at eight in the morning on a Sunday to show me that your engagement announcement is in the paper?" I ask exasperated.
"No." He shook his head sullenly. "Not my engagement."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just look."
I open up the paper and sift through to the society pages. And there it is. Glaring at me with their smiling faces. A picture of Amalia and some bloke named Gerald Lundstrom. "That was quick."
"Did you read it? They've been on together for almost a year!" Albus was outraged.
"What? No, it doesn't say that, does it?" I say disbelievingly and start to read the article.
Mr. and Mrs. Alrick Alderton and Mrs. Tina Lundstrom and the late Mr. Gerald Lundstrom II are pleased to announce the engagement of Amalia Celeste Alderton to Gerald Mattis Lundstrom III. An August wedding is planned at the Lund Cathedral in Scania, Sweden. It shall be nothing but golden hoops and snitches for the happy couple who've been dating since June of last year where they met at the Annual Nordic National Quidditch Summit.
"Golden hoops and snitches? Are you bloody kidding me? She was cheating on me!" I'm shocked more than angry.
"I'm sorry, mate, really. It's complete shite. First Robert and Rose, and now Amalia." Albus claps his hand on my shoulder. "I just don't get it. How someone could do that to someone they care about."
I shrug my shoulder slightly. "Yeah, no, I don't know. My father is going to be livid about this."
Albus looks at me surprised, "You're not?"
"Not about the engagement. Not even for cheating, it's probably my fault that I missed her unhappiness. It's just the cheating on me part of it all." Albus raised his eyebrow so I continue to explain. "Honestly, what are people going to say about the Malfoy's now? They've finally started to shut up about us. My father and I have worked hard to make a good name again. And now this. What will they say if I ever run to be Minister? 'You know, Dodge, back when he was a Junior Assistant Minister of the D. M. A. C. Malfoy's live in girlfriend was slagging around on him for nine months and the dimwit didn't even know. We cannot have some wanker like that be our Minister for Magic! He'll never see anything coming if it does!'"
"Wow. Um, well, I'm not sure what to say to that." Albus stuttered.
