And now, the rating just shot way up. Yeah, sorry for not mentioning that.

Warning: Contains material not appropriate for some readers.

Prompt: "Rough"

The morning of Lily's twenty first birthday started out at her best birthday up to that point; beating out her tenth birthday when her father got her her first real racing broom, her fifteenth birthday when she got to watch Rose get so trashed she started to strip tease on the table before a mortified Ron practically tackled his daughter down, or even her seventeenth when she and Scorpius snuck away from the festivities long enough to have sex in the upstairs cupboard, giggling like a pair of idiots. Well, in a way her twenty first birthday was similar to her seventeenth in that regard (the sex was better at least)—that was until the kitchen table loudly snapped beneath them, making them both fall. She and Scorpius actually had a good laugh about it for a second as he stood up and offered her a hand.

And then James Apparated in, singing Happy Birthday, and then going dead silent as he saw the pair of them, very naked, amongst the ruins of their table. For a moment, Lily imagined that he had a full body bind placed on him since he was scarcely breathing; the idea was shattered quickly when he let out an incoherent roar and began to search his pockets. "WHERE IS MY WAND?!" he shouted and then "GET THE BLOODY HELL OF MY SISTER, YOU FOUL, FERRETY LITTLE SOD BEFORE I BLAST YOU OFF HER!"

Lily, like any good girlfriend, jumped up to block any hexes sent at Scorpius who was still stood dumbfounded and gaping at James. James let out a yelp of horror and covered his eyes, shouting loudly for her to put some clothes on. "Not until you control yourself," she snapped, blushing darkly, before turning to look back at Scorpius.

Never the idiot but cowardly all the same, Scorpius had wisely fled to their bedroom—mostly likely to grab a pair of pants and his wand. She hoped he remembered to grab hers as well—wand that is, but some clothes would have been lovely too.

"Lily, cover up and get out of the way—I'm going to kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do," he snarled, but the threatening image was ruined by him cowering behind his arms, trying to block out the sight of her bare body.

"James will you just bugger off? I'm not letting you kill my boyfriend," she retorted. She felt a nudge against her shoulder, and saw that Scorpius was sheepishly offering her a robe. She was a bit disappointed to see that he had not grabbed her wand as well as his own, but presently he was busy, holding his wand up defensively. She quickly put on the robe, and tied the sash as she gestured to him to hide behind the living room wall. "James, for heaven's sake, couldn't you have sent me a message or something before dropping in like that?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise—besides, how was I to know you and that—that bastard where in here, going at it hard enough to break the table? …are you dressed yet?"

Lily blushed, but huffed all the same. "Yes, I'm dressed, now will you get out of here so I can try and fix our table now?"

"Fine, but I want you to know that this will take years of therapy to overcome this horror I've seen here," he wailed, more than a touch melodramatically.

Lily bit her lip. "Send Scorpius the bill then."

"Hey!" he cried from behind the wall. The Potter siblings ignored him.

James peeked a little, but kept his arms up protectively all the same. "Can't you do it in bed like normal people?"

Lily blushed darker, remembering some of her and Scorpius more unusual places they fucked in. "Oh, just go. I'll see you at the party."

"Years of therapy, Lily, years," he reminded her in a overly serious tone and Disapparated out of their flat.

Scorpius and Lily but heaved a great sign of relief before Lily turned to give her boyfriend a questioning look. "Well that was…different," he said finally.

Lily groaned, but then started to laugh at the absurdity of her morning. Exhausted, she leaned against his shoulder and sighed. "God, what a way to start my birthday."

"Well, if you like, we can go back to bed and I'll try and make it up to you," he suggested with the self sacrificing tone of a true martyr.

Lily smacked his shoulder playfully.