That Summer Chapter X
The next day from the Burrow's fiasco Lily found herself laying on a spread towel on her backyard, enjoying the sun. She was working on her tan, which was coming along wonderfully, mind you, while reading the latest edition of Witch Weekly and listening to some music on her muggle cell phone.
It was the perfect afternoon, really. Or rather, it would have been if she hadn't been a weird mixture of angry and undeniably bored.
Her dad was giving her the silent treatment and her brothers were barely home while her mother tried to work out a way to get her alone. But Lily didn't want to talk to her. Not right now, at least. She'd rather stay angry for a while longer, thank you very much.
Her phone suddenly stopped playing the song and her ringtone went through. She looked at her screen to see Scorpius' picture—the one she'd taken with him shirtless in bed—displayed on it.
Lily felt her heart soar before it soon plummeted lower than her stomach.
She didn't know what she was feeling towards him at that moment. After Xander's party she kind of ignored her resentment towards him and just rolled with it. It wasn't exactly hard to get lost in the huge sex haze cloud that came along with Scorpius Malfoy and that was kind of annoying.
Lily thought for a second of not picking up but in the end she couldn't. She knew it was kind of petty of her to be angry at him for how he reacted at the party because she did understand that he was only anxious about his parents finding out. But still.
Still. It was hard for her to simply let it go.
"Malfoy," she said into the receiver in the driest tone of voice she could manage.
"Potter," she heard him drawl from the other end. No matter how mad she was at him, she couldn't help the shiver that went down her spine at the sound of his low rumble.
"You don't usually call me," she said.
"Hmm," he hummed, "I don't, indeed. But you don't usually get grounded because of an incriminating picture of us."
Lily snorted. "You can say that again," she murmured and tried to fight a smile and keep her voice as unfriendly as possible.
There was a pause where Lily refused to give in and blab something at him before Scorpius spoke again.
"Are you angry at me?"
Another pause.
"What makes you think so?" Lily said sarcastically.
"I don't know." He kept his tone of voice light. "Maybe the fact that you're being unnecessarily catty and were giving me the cold shoulder at Xander's." Lily didn't reply. "So it is about the party," he concluded.
Lily sighed tiredly and rubbed her fingers on her face.
"This is stupid," she mumbled.
"It is," he agreed. There was another pause where it sounded like he was turning around in the sheets before she heard a sigh coming from his end. "But I do suppose I should apologise."
"Malfoy, look," Lily tried to say but was interrupted.
"No. It wasn't fair to imply that you would be the one to give us away."
There it was. Simple and not at all apologetic but still a lot more than she'd expected. Lily really had thought he would just ignore what happened like he did at the bonfire and move on with his life so this was a pleasant surprise. This was the closest to an olive branch she would receive from him and she wasn't petty enough to turn it down.
"Yeah, well," she leaned back to stare at the sky, at a complete loss of what to say, "thanks?"
Scorpius chuckled lowly and she felt herself relax at the sound.
"You're welcome. So," he said lightly, "are you stuck in there for the rest of the summer?"
"Seems like it," Lily played with the blades of grass around her moodily.
"Want to phone sex?"
Lily chocked on a laugh and abruptly sat up to cough on her hand. She looked around to confirm there was no one there and saw she was still alone.
"You're shameless."
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Hogwarts letters came on a lazy Sunday morning when the Potter family was having breakfast. Lily had been studiously ignoring her dad—and everyone on the table, really, but mostly her dad— and was currently scarfing her pancakes down as fast as she could so she could get the fuck out of that table.
The school owl dropped three letters in the middle of the kitchen table.
Albus quickly grabbed them all before Lily could and sorted through them. He tossed Lily two of them and tore into the last one.
"Two?" Lily asked no one in particular as she opened the lighter one first. It was a short missive written in professor McGonagall's neat handwriting in green ink.
"I can't believe I didn't get Head Boy," Albus whinged.
"You got Quidditch Captain, son," Harry encouraged him and Lily felt her stomach churning in envy at the attention her brother was receiving, "that's huge."
"Yeah," Albus said slowly. He took out his shinny prefect badge and looked it over before shrugging, "I guess."
Lily didn't even have to suppress an eye roll at his antics because she was too preoccupied with McGonagall's letter.
"What is this letter about, sweetie?" Her mum asked.
Lily gulped. "Uh, I don't know." She shook her head a bit. "Professor McGonagall asked for us to come to Hogwarts at half past two today."
"Us?" James asked her after he stoped discussing Quidditch strategies with Albus in hushed tones.
Lily shook her head again. "Just mum, dad and I."
She felt anxious thinking about what it was the Headmistress wanted to talk with her parents about but she knew it wouldn't do well to be stressing about it right now. Feeling completely detached, Lily opened her other letter and took out her O.W.L. results first. She felt the weight of her prefect badge but ignored it for a while and read the results.
And promptly felt her chin drop.
"Well?" Her mum asked. "How did you do on your O.W.L's, honey?"
Lily shook her head, her eyes wide. Albus and James snickered quietly and she could feel her dad's gaze on her.
"I—" she trailed off and tried again, her head still shaking. "I got an E in Divination..."
"That's it?" Her mum asked worriedly while her dad scoffed.
"And—uh," she cleared her throat and continued in a whisper, "and nine Outstandings."
"No way," Albus snatched the paper out of her limps hands before exclaiming again, louder this time, "no way! Not even Rose managed to get an O in every subject she took."
"Congratulations, Lily!" Her mum exclaimed excitedly before laughing in delight. "This is amazing!"
"Looks like we have a genius for a little sister, Al," James grinned at her while Albus continued to look at her like she'd just sprouted wings.
"Congratulations, flower," her dad looked at her with a surprised but subdued look on his face.
Lily felt warmth spread in her chest as he said that and even felt some of her anger dissipate. He still wasn't looking at her normally but this bit of excitement was enough for her for now.
"Thanks, dad." She said quietly before an incredulous laugh escaped her. "I can't believe this." She whispered to herself.
"Maybe professor McGonagall wants to see us to congratulate you on your grades?" Her mum ventured as she started on the dishes. "I don't think anyone in Hogwarts' history ever managed that. Not even Hermione."
"Maybe," Lily mumbled but she doubted it. A letter would have sufficed if that was the case. Her thoughts were interrupted when her phone started ringing, though. She knew by the ringtone—the instrumental of a particularly dirty Midnight Thestrals' song— who it was. "Hey."
"Hello, love," his deep baritone made a small grin stretch her lips. "Guess what?"
"What?" She asked, laughing lightly. Her mum looked at her curiously.
"I made Team Captain," he drawled, "and Head Boy."
Lily threw her head back and laughed before getting up and moving to the living room. She didn't need her family listening to this conversation even though she knew they could still hear her if she spoke loud enough.
"I knew you'd make it," she said as she made a slow turn around the coffee table
"Oh?" He asked curiously.
"I figured if Albus didn't get Head Boy, you would." She smiled even though he couldn't see. "Congratulations, Malfoy. I have some news of my own."
"Do you now?" He asked in a lower timber and Lily had to fight down a shiver.
"Yep," she kept her tone of voice light, "I got nine O's and one E in my O.W.L's."
"Salazar's bollocks, that's fucking amazing," Scorpius said incredulously, his usual calm and controlled exterior broken.
Lily laughed. "Thanks." She heard a car horn through the receiver. "Are you driving?"
"Yeah," Scorpius replied, "I'm going to Malfoy Mansion."
"You shouldn't talk on the phone while driving, Malfoy," Lily scolded him. She heard her mum calling from the kitchen for her to come back and help tidy everything up.
"Don't worry, love," she could practically hear his smirk as she begrudgingly made her way back to the kitchen, "you're on speaker."
"I better be." She quickly used her shoulder to support the phone and set to work with her mother on the sink. "We don't need you crashing that ridiculously expensive car of yours."
Scorpius laughed lowly from the other end. "I'll tell Alicia and Felix of your great news," he said.
"Oh, yeah. Tell them I said hi," Lily communicated with only a look to her mother that's she'd wash while her mum dried.
"Will do. Are you still grounded until summer ends?" His voice was cool as ever, never betraying any interest.
"Yeah," she sighed, "I'm only allowed to leave the house to go to the Burrow."
"That sucks." Lily scoffed. "I guess I'll talk to you later then? I really wasn't kidding about my earlier proposition."
"I know you weren't." Lily rolled her eyes. She didn't think she'd had the guts for phone sex. "Still not happening, though. Talk to you later."
"I'll still change your mind, Potter," his voice held all kinds of wicked promises.
"Yeah, good luck with that," she grinned cheekily even though he couldn't see her.
"Later, love." Then he hung up.
Lily dried her hands before putting her phone in her back pocket and continued to wash the dishes as if nothing had happened. Her mum wouldn't let it go, though.
"Was that Charlie?" She asked. "I didn't know he owned a muggle phone."
She could have lied. She had a killer poker face and her voice never wavered even when she lied right in someone's face but for some reason she didn't. Of course, that didn't mean she would tell the whole truth.
"He doesn't." She said lightly. "It was another friend, calling to tell me he got Head Boy and Team Captain."
"Who got Head Boy?" Aunt Hermione asks as she and the rest of her family came in by the kitchen door.
Uncle Ron quickly interrupts the conversation with a rambunctious "Good morning, Potters!" and Lily mentally thanks him for his timing. That is, before Rose decides to open her mouth as everyone apart from Lily and Ginny are sitting around the table.
"Did you get Head Boy, Al?" She asks and Lily freezes minutely before going back to washing her dishes.
"Rosie got Head Girl!" Uncle Ron exclaims and aunt Hermione rolls her eyes at his excitement. "And Hugo got five O.W.L's."
Lily finds that the tips of her cousin's ears have turned an adorable pink.
"Lily got nine Oustandings and one Exceeds Expectations!" Ginny gushed.
Aunt Hermione focused her gaze on her and raised her eyebrows in surprise. "How many subjects did you take?"
"Ten!" Ginny answered for her excitedly. "She didn't fail a single one!"
"All right, mum," Lily laughed, "that's enough."
"Nonsense," Ginny waved her hand as if dismissing the idea, "we have a genius in the family, I get to brag."
"That was very impressive, Lily," aunt Hermione complimented her. Lily smiled at her and was going to thank her but Rose spoke before she could.
"Yeah, that's great, but tell me Albus did you get Head Boy or not?" She asked impatiently.
Albus furrowed his brows sulkily and shook his head. "No," he shrugged in nonchalance so false Lily fought the urge to cringe, "I got Quidditch Captain, though."
"Oh, no," Rose put her her elbows on the table and her head in her hands, "oh, no, no, no. That means that pompous ass got Head Boy." She had a suffering look on her face that made her features scrunch up unattractively.
"Malfoy?" Albus thundered outrageously. "That git got my place as Head Boy?"
Lily felt her body freeze yet again and closed her eyes hopping no one would turn that on her even as anger burned inside her because of how they were speaking of the blond boy.
"Ooh, are you butthurt, Al?" James laughed but visibly backed off after the look their mum shot him.
Uncle Ron scoffed. "His dad must have bribed someone. That's how his sort go about life."
Lily felt herself close to shaking with rage at that comment. Her hold on the plate she was washing was so tight her knuckles had turned white. She was about to turn around and shout in indignant support of her friends but yet again someone spoke before she could.
"Wait a second." James narrowed his eyes in thought and turned his gaze on his sister. "Didn't you say your friend called you to tell he got Head Boy?"
Lily fought hard to keep her expression cool and impassive. It was just her luck that James decided to use his observation skills at that moment. She washed the soap suds out of her hands slowly before turning around to face her family. No one spoke for a while before Albus exploded.
"You're friends with that slimy git?" He was looking at her incredulously. "Blimey, Lily, where's your sense of loyalty?"
"What does loyalty have to do with it?" Lily asked calmly.
"You wouldn't know," uncle Ron muttered under his breath before aunt Hermione kicked him soundly beneath the table.
She watched as Albus opened and closed his mouth at a loss of what to say for a while before he finally decided on something. "But he's an asshole."
Lily rolled her eyes. "He's fine."
She really had to trade carefully here. If she was too blasé about it, her mum would smell what she was trying to hide in a second. On the other hand, if she was too hardcore in her defense of him they all might acuse her of something more.
Thankfully, her mum intervened.
"If your sister says so, we have to trust her judgment." Lily didn't let her surprise show as she continued. "He called you on your muggle phone?"
Lily nodded a bit dazedly. "Yeah, he was practically raised in muggle London."
"No, he wasn't." Rose narrowed her eyes as if she was trying to figure something out. "He couldn't have been."
"Why not?" Lily challenged her. She raised an eyebrow at her cousin. "His dad moved to the muggle world after the war and set up a house in London."
"Why, yes, that was in Draco Malfoy's file." Aunt Hermione butted in. "The Ministry used to keep tabs on him every six months or so."
Lily found her way out of the conversation now that the heat wasn't on her anymore. "Anyway," she shot her mum a tight grin, "do you mind if I go to my room now to get ready?"
Her dad furrowed his brows. "Your cousins just got here."
"I know," she turned her grin to the people on the table, "sorry, everyone. We have an appointment with the Headmistress soon and I'm a complete mess. It'll take hours just to get my hair to play nice."
Lily didn't give anyone a chance to reply or to further rally her on the subject of Scorpius Malfoy. She saw the disappointed look on her mum's face and her aunt's curious glances but she gave them no notice as she picked up her letters and left the room while studiously avoiding looking at her dad.
No one commented on how her hair was perfectly coiffed in a low ponytail.
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Lily and her parents flooed to the Headmistress office at precisely half past two.
She made sure to wear something that was fitting for the occasion and donned on a respectable black dress that while it contoured her body nicely no one could say it was vulgar. It had short sleeves and was slightly off the shoulders, paired nicely with the very nicely polished high heeled mary janes she usually wore for school.
Lily finished the look with her most treasured piece of clothing. It was a velvet cloak that stood firmly in between muggle and wizarding fashion that was black on the outside and emerald green on the inside. Teddy and Victoire had given it to her on her sixteenth birthday and it went with absolutely everything in her closet. She always wore it when she had to go to a decidedly wizarding affair, nowadays.
When they got to Hogwarts she quickly used her wand to get the soot out of her hair and clothes and also took the chance to check her half-ponytail for any flyaways.
Headmistress McGonagall was sitting behind her table regally. Her spine straight, glasses on and hair in an elaborate bun completed the severe look she always had about her. The smile on her lips was surprising to say the least. Lily's eyes drifted momently to the wall behind the old witch as her parents exchanged pleasantries with her and they were all asked to sit down on plush chairs on the other side of the mahogany table.
Albus Dumbledore looked at her from the top of his half-moon goggles with a deceptively sweet look on his twinkling blue eyes. Your average person wouldn't notice how his look held a cold appraisal to it but Lily grew up with snakes and she had learned to know what to look for ever since she joined these halls. She met his gaze head on.
The old man behind the frame chuckled.
"Ms. Potter," the Headmistress addressed her.
"Professor McGonagall," Lily greeted her politely with an incline of her chin.
"I'm sure you have heard of him," the older witch indicated the wall behind her with a perfunctory hand wave, "this is professor Dumbledore."
Lily let her gaze lock with the portrait again. "It's a pleasure to meet you," her voice was polite but she was certain the old wizard caught on to its undertones. He knew she was aware he'd been assessing and judging her from the moment she stepped into the office.
"Likewise, Ms. Potter." The lines around his eyes deepened as he smiled. "Ah, Harry, Ginny," he turned his attention to her parents, "it's been a while since I last saw you two."
Her father smiled up at the old man. "It's good to hear your voice, professor."
Lily suddenly felt the need to speed things up. She didn't particularly like this slow exchange and the old man while not threatening was seriously beginning to piss her off with his calculating looks.
"May I ask why you called us in today, Headmistress?" Lily turned her attention back to professor McGonagall and gave her a slightly bewildered and completely fabricated smile. Not that anyone could tell.
The old woman chuckled. "We're here do discuss your academics, Ms. Potter."
"Is something wrong?" Ginny asked with a furrow between her brows.
"Not at all," professor McGonagall said with a glint in her eyes, "quite the contrary, in fact."
"Where are you going with this, Minerva?" Harry asked.
"Patience, Mr. Potter." She looked at Lily intently. "Never in the history of Hogwarts has this happened, Ms. Potter. I want you to think carefully about what I'm about to propose to you."
Lily cocked her head to the side. "What is it, professor?"
"The school board and the teachers have unanimously decided that you, Ms. Potter, are perfectly fit to take your N.E.W.T's this coming school term."
"You mean..." her dad began speaking.
"Yes, Mr. Potter," professor McGonagall beamed at him, "your daughter is an exceptional young witch and Hogwarts is offering her the opportunity to skip her sixth year."
Years worth of learning how to carefully school her features went down the drain as Lily heard that. Her eyes widened comically and her mouth dropped open while she stared at the Headmistress in disbelief. Was this really happening?
"Professor," Ginny gave a little laugh of incredulity, "are you serious?"
"Most definitely, Mrs. Potter." McGonagall sat forward and laced her fingers together atop the table. "Your daughter in all her years at Hogwarts has never gotten a wrong answer in a test, her homework is always graded top marks and her wand work is exquisite. Ms. Potter gets easily bored in class and the professors fear sixth year might be not enough of a challenge."
"Not a single answer wrong? How is this possible, everyone makes mistakes," Harry shook his head lightly, his eyes as wide as his wife and daughter's.
"I just," Lily said lowly, her eyes affixed on the smooth lines of the wooden table, "when I read something I never forget. It's easy to answer a question about something you remember perfectly."
"Eidetic memory, Ms. Potter," the Headmistress provided, "but that wouldn't explain how you excel at wand and magic theory based classes. Transfiguration, for example. You are perhaps one of the best witches this castle has ever seen."
Lily was slowly getting control of herself and with that came the realisation that this was really happening. Pride settled on her chest like a warm blanket as she blinked at the Headmistress.
"Thank you for this opportunity, professor," she finally remembered her manners.
"I'll give you a week to decide if you'll accept our offer, Ms. Potter," professor McGonagall said kindly, "a lot will change for you if you do choose so. You'll have none of your friends in your classes and a lot of work cut out for you this summer. There are some things that one usually masters in sixth year and you'll have less than a month to do what normal students do in a whole school year."
"Wordless spells," Lily said. Professor McGonagall nodded and Lily let her eyes meet the old man in the portrait briefly before focusing again on the current Headmistress. "I don't need a week, professor. I'll gladly accept this challenge."
"What about your friends?" Her dad asked her. His eyes still didn't quite meet hers but his head was at least turned in her direction.
"I have friends in seventh year too, dad," Lily said calmly, "and a month is plenty of time to learn everything I need to know."
"Lily, honey, this is huge," her mum had tears of joy in her eyes as she turned to look at her, "are sure?"
"I'm completely sure." Lily smiled at her mum before turning it to the Headmistress. "I won't disappoint you, Headmistress."
"I don't expect you to, Ms. Potter." McGonagall looked at her fondly. "The Ministry will grant you special permission for the duration of the summer to practice the spells you need to inside the security of your home. I trust you will use this opportunity wisely." Her blue eyes bored severely onto Lily's.
"Of course," she replied easily.
"Very well, then," McGonagall raised from her seat and the three Potters raised with her, "you have a lot of work ahead of you, Ms. Potter. I look forward to seeing you September first."
After short pleasantries were exchanged the Potters left and Minerva McGonagall seated herself back on the tall plush chair. She turned it around to look at her old friend.
"What did you think of her, Albus?"
Severus Snape, who had previously been pretending to be completely uninterested in the exchange, lifted his nose in the air. A light sneer gracing his features.
"The girl is as far removed from Potter as possible. Intelligent and well mannered. Are you sure she wasn't adopted?" He drawled.
Dumbledore chuckled benignly. "Now, now, Severus. Couldn't you see how much she looked like Ms. Weasley?" The old man looked sideways at the other portrait. "Not to mention the uncanny resemblance to her namesake."
The sneer was on full force now. For those who knew him, however, the gleam of interest in his eyes was unmistakable.
"She is in Slytherin," he changed the course of the conversation.
"Yes," McGonagall replied, "quite a surprise, that was."
"And how is she fairing?" Dumbledore asked her.
"Wonderfully I would say," professor McGonagall helped herself to some biscuits, "it seems she has a lot of friends in the house."
"She certainly is an interesting young lady," Dumbledore said speculatively, "I hope to see more of her soon."
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The next day her parents organised a Potter Brunch to celebrate the news. Mostly everyone in the family came to congratulate Lily and she even got some gifts. Uncle Neville was there with his family too, as was aunt Luna. Even Lola and her family were there.
The usual quidditch game that ensued was a blast and Lily felt adrenaline rush through her bloodstream as she almost caught the snitch again. Her dad caught it in the end, but they still won because her mum seemed to be particularly eager and ruthless in her game that afternoon.
After the game, they all parted into their usual groups and Lily headed to the kitchen to get some reprieve from all the excitement going on. She texted Scorpius while she got herself a glass of pumpkin juice and couldn't help but laugh at his grumpiness.
Yesterday when she told him and the others about her skipping a year they were all ecstatic that they would now share the same classes and Scorpius was particularly vocal when saying they needed to celebrate. One experimental conversation with her parents, though, showed that Lily wasn't quite off the hook just yet.
When Scorpius realised that he wouldn't be seeing her for quite some time, he did what he did best. Which was to sulk.
Don't sulk, darling. September 1st isn't that far off
Scorpius Malfoy:
I don't sulk
Whatever you say, Malfoy
Scorpius Malfoy:
I hate you, Potter
Lily snorted into her glass and didn't reply. Everyday she discovered something new about him. It was cute at first to realise that the great Scorpius Malfoy who always acted so far beyond his age sometimes could be such a brat but Lily found that she didn't always have the patience for it. She was in the middle of washing her dirty glass when Lysander walked in.
"Hey, Lils," he greeted her with an easy smile.
Lily had felt a bit awkward when she first saw him in her home, but she had been slowly getting over it. His easygoingness certainly helped things along. She felt a rush of affection towards her first boyfriend and when she answered him, her voice held none of the uncertainties she'd been feeling previously.
"Ly," she smiled at him. "Having fun?"
"Much more than you, apparently." He cocked his head to the side in question and leaned his hip on the counter besides her. "You do know this is a day when you're supposed to be celebrating, right?"
Lily snorted and avoided his eyes. "Is it, really? I must have missed the memo," she murmured.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He lowered his voice and Lily felt her eyes jump to his in response to the sudden tone.
It was the same one he usually used when they were having sex but she felt none of the rush of molten pleasure she used to feel when they were together. It wasn't that he suddenly became unattractive. His golden hair curled sweetly around his head and his blue eyes were cute as always but she suddenly found herself comparing him with another blond. Lysander was too buff and not tall enough and his jaw too square, nothing at all like Scorpius.
Lily frowned at her own trail of thought. She really shouldn't be thinking about him right now.
"Lily?" The worried tone his voice took was what snapped her out of it.
"Sorry, Lysander," she gave him her best unaffected smile, "I'm just not in the mood to celebrate, today." She hooked her arms around one of his and pulled him back to the garden. "Maybe you should get me another burger to see if it'll change anything."
"You're a bottomless pit," he laughed and left her to get her request.
The rest of the day passed without any further incidents. She decided to turn her phone off and put it away in her room after the third time she felt it vibrate only to see that it had been her imagination. Her relatives left late afternoon with even more congratulations thrown her way and by the time the sun had completely set, Lily was already in her room.
She stripped off her clothes lazily and turned on her phone when she was in only her underwear. She contemplated getting something for the cramps she felt coming—suddenly her bad mood and compulsive need for greasy food made much more sense—but decided against it when her phone blinked to life. There were some texts from Lola asking if she had enjoyed the day and that she missed her already. Lily knew she had a busy summer ahead of her with lots of catching up to do so she let the blonde know she would probably be stuck home until it was time to get back to Hogwarts.
She saw that Scorpius had texted her. He offered to tutor her through FaceTime in whatever subject she needed help with. It was sweet. Not really an apology for his grumpiness but sweet all the same. She replied him and had barely left the screen before her phone started ringing the tune for a FaceTime call. It was him.
She quickly grabbed a pillow and used it to cover herself before answering.
"Hi," she gave him a small grin when she saw he was in his bed just like her. He hadn't bothered covering his naked torso, though.
"Hello, love," he smirked at her but it didn't hold its usual vigour. He didn't waste any time beating around the bush. "You're not mad at me, right? I did apologise."
Lily shook her head but couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"That had to be the worst apology in the history of apologies," she said flatly.
Scorpius snorted. "I thought it was brilliant." He gave her his usual smirk.
"I don't know why I put up with you, honestly," Lily rolled her eyes.
"Mind-blowing sex, love, that's why," he replied without even a pause.
Lily couldn't help the genuine laugh that escaped her. She adjusted the pillow in front of her before replying.
"You know, we're going to be pretty lacking in that department soon."
"Don't remind me." He ran a hand through his already tousled hair and sighed deeply. "We should've had a goodbye fuck, you know. Now we have to wait three weeks on top of the seven going on eight days that we already spent without fucking." He gave her a blank look.
"Is sex all you think about?" She asked amusedly. It was clear he was already frustrated and while Lily could admit it wasn't exactly a walk in the park for her, she didn't expect him to be so transparent about it.
"Pretty much," he shrugged nonchalantly and she threw her head back to laugh. The motion made the pillow she had been holding slip slightly and reveal more skin than she'd anticipated. "Now this is interesting," he purred. "Are you naked beneath that pillow, Potter?"
His voice took that rough quality that whispered of steamy shared experiences and exciting things to come and Lily's face flushed accordingly. Even with the annoying pressure of period cramps on her lower back, Lily felt pleasure coil lazily low in her belly in response to his voice.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Malfoy," she replied in her steadiest voice.
"Oh, I would finish, Potter," he all but growled at her, "and so would you."
The constant cry from her uterus was the only thing that kept her from moaning out loud. She really wasn't in the mood for anything sexual right now but she knew that it would only take him three seconds flat to change that. Her cramps were a saving grace because they kept her grounded enough to reply levelly.
"If I wanted to make myself come, I would've already." Lily saw the darkening of his eyes even through the screen. She kept her voice low out of necessity—she really didn't need anyone overhearing her from the hallway—but still enjoyed the effect she had on him. "The next time I come, Malfoy, you'll be deep inside me."
"Tease," he groaned low on his throat, his brows furrowing slightly even as his eyes gleamed in delight.
"You know it." She winked at him. "I'm going to take a bath now. Talk to you soon?"
Scorpius snorted. "If I'm not dead with the most severe case of blue balls then yeah, sure."
Lily rolled her eyes but still laughed softly.
"All right, good night, drama queen."
"G'Night, tease."
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