A/N – Okay so I know I said I wouldn't be updating for a while. Well I just couldn't resist. Enjoy!
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter
Malfoy made his way back to my mouth, leaving a trail of kisses across my shoulder and neck. My hands were still tangled in his hair keeping him close and stopping him from pulling away. I giggled when he bit my lip, and I found myself enjoying the little sting that he left. We both seemed to lose ourselves in this kiss – it was by far the hottest and most intense kiss I'd ever shared with anybody. It made Kieran's innocent little kiss seem like a peck from my grandfather.
This, is what was needed; the urgency, the passion, the intensity.
We both jumped and our lips parted as we heard a bang and some voices outside. I unwrapped my legs from Scorpius's waist and dropped to the floor where I stood as still as a statue listening. When no more noises were heard I let out a huge sigh of relief and Malfoy did the same making me laugh. I looked up at him as I straightened my shirt and corrected my crooked tie; he was smirking at me.
"What are you smirking at Malfoy?" I asked him between pants as I got my breath back and calmed myself down. His lips were slightly swollen – making me wonder what my lips looked like since he kissed me a lot harder than I kissed him.
"Nothing." He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair – not that he needed too; his hair always looked like he'd just gotten off a broomstick.
"Tell me," I smirked back, taking his hand and stroking the back of it; I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. When our skin touched, my heart started beating faster, a rush of adrenaline cursed through my veins, I felt bolder, daring, more confident.
"I thought you off-spring of war-heroes were told to keep away from me, the spawn of death eaters? Rules and everything?" he whispered pressing me up against the wall again.
"Rules are meant to be broken." I whispered back, reaching up on my tiptoes and leaning in so my nose was touching his.
"Your brothers, cousins and family will kill the pair of us." He breathed, I smiled as his breath blew across my face…I liked it. I liked a lot of the things he was doing to me.
"We'd best not get caught then. We better keep this our little secret." I barely got out before we were kissing again. It was so exciting! I just couldn't get enough.
Malfoy pulled away suddenly and looked at me. He was smirking but looking stern at the same time. How is that even possible?
"I only have one condition - you keep the hell away from that Kieran lad. I'd hate to break his legs." He growled. If he asked me to shave my hair off, I probably would have agreed; I'd have said anything to get him to kiss me again, to touch me again.
"Only if you keep away from that whore Bennett - I'd hate to rip her hair out." I replied before leaning in once more, not giving him a chance to reply because my lips were on his, my tongue went in his mouth, my hands went in his hair, pulling him closer.
Life was good; my grades were up, my brothers stopped glaring every time I wore make-up, a short skirt or spoke to a boy, Slytherin were dominating the Quidditch cup with a win over Hufflepuff and a win over Ravenclaw under our belts and every night, sometimes during the day, Scorpius and I would meet for a really intense make out session.
We had to be really careful about where we went and what time, with my family taking over about half the school's population it would be easy to for them to walk in on me and Scorpius kissing…or him with his hand up my shirt.
Over the past month, since we agreed to keep whatever we had a secret, we'd progressed a little. I was comfortable in Scorpius putting his hand up my shirt, but he never went below the bra; just like I felt comfortable roaming my hands across his bare chest, (somehow his shirt always managed to come off,) and a couple of times, I was even brave enough to play with the elastic on his boxers.
I was too distracted thinking of last night when I ventured to the tops of his white boxers with the red elastic and trailed my fingers underneath the tops, when I felt a pair of hands grab my arm and pull me from the last step on the girls dormitory stairs and up another flight. The familiar smell of Scorpius told me it was him so I didn't panic. Instead, I smiled thinking of the session we're just about to have.
"You take your damn time on a morning." Scorpius grumbled as soon as he locked the door to his dormitory; he still had hold of my arm and pulled me towards the bed farthest away from the door. I noticed that his was the only made bed and all his belongings were in order.
"I've got to look good for all my admirers." I retorted, sending a sly wink at Scorpius, sitting down on his bed and silently accepting I was going to be late for Herbology.
"Like hell you do." He muttered, sending me a small dark look that I ignored. Instead of joining me on his bed, he got to his knees and pulled a black bag out from under his bed and began rummaging through it, picking stuff out and putting them on the bed.
As he looked through the bag, I curiously looked through the stuff on the bed; one of the items was a photo album with a photo of five extremely attractive people on the front. One of them was Scorpius at about thirteen, I'd guess. The other four were easily identifiable, his parents and grandparents.
"I am sorry you know." I cleared my throat and told him slightly awkwardly, not looking up to see his reaction.
"About what?" He didn't look up either; I could see him out of the corner of my eye.
"What I said…about your Dad." I whispered, running a finger along the front cover of the photo album. I looked up when he put his hand on top of mine and saw him sat on the bed in front of me, smiling at me.
"I know you are; I forgive you." He smiled down at me, leaning forwards to press his lips against mine for a second. When he pulled away I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"What are you doing?" I frowned when he smirked and shook his head at my response. Instead of answering, he held his hand out, showing a square box with a small pink bow on it.
A present. A present for me.
"Um…" He looked uncomfortable when I looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "It's, err, Valentine's Day, Lily." Scorpius explained. I frowned; today couldn't be Valentine's Day? It hasn't been six months since Scorpius came to Hogwarts? Two months since Christmas?
"Is it?"
"Of course I have the only girl in the entire school who forgets." Scorpius muttered and rolled his eyes, holding the square box out for me. I bit my lip to stop the huge smile from spreading across my face; he said 'I have the only girl,'
"I've never had a…whatever you are, on Valentine's day before but my father always says that perfume is a perfect gift for every girl…if you don't like it –" I silenced him by grabbing his tie and pulling his face towards me. I carefully placed my gift on the bedside table before I let myself fall down onto the bed, pulling Scorpius down with me.
"You smell nice," Lucy commented as we walked through the empty corridors to the Quidditch pitch; Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were playing each other but since Slytherin had already played and destroyed both teams, our team didn't want to go, but Lucy did so she was dragging me out into the cold and to the stands to watch the match with our family. Gryffindor had yet to play Ravenclaw and since James was the captain, he was trying to determine their game strategies.
"Oh…thanks, it's um…it's new." I hated lying to Lucy, but I couldn't let anybody know about Scorpius and I…could I? Lucy was my best friend, we told each other everything.
'You used to' that inner voice commented as she mentally tugged at the scarf I'd wrapped round my neck to hide the marks that Scorpius had made,
"When did you get that?" Lucy asked me, frowning slightly. She knew I was trying to hide something because I looked away straight away.
"The boys are right; you are changing." She muttered, scowling at me.
I can't keep lying to her.
"Alright…I…I got it from somebody. It was a gift." I grabbed her wrist and stopped her; making sure the corridor was completely empty before I said anything. "From a boy."
"Kieran?" Lucy grinned and her eyes widened, her face splitting into a huge grin. Ever since our date, our friends were convinced the two of us were a secret item; I explained to Kieran that even though I liked him, I couldn't like him as more than a friend. He was very understanding.
"No, please, please, keep quiet? Lucy, I'm begging you." I looked her right in the eyes, not letting her look away.
"What have you done Lily?" She looked at me with wide, careful eyes. She watched as I dropped her hands and slowly pulled the scarf from around my neck, showing the marks that Scorpius loved to make on me, the fresh purple, the faded greens and the virtually gone yellows.
"Scorpius…we're, well it isn't dating exactly but –"
"Scorpius Malfoy?!" She hissed, looking up and down the corridor quickly. "Scorpius Malfoy? The boy your dad and Uncle Ron made us swear not to go anywhere near?" Lucy looked at me with wide eyes.
"Scorpius Malfoy as in the fit, blonde, gorgeous, drop-dead beautiful, Scorpius?" She smirked, looking at me with appreciation in her eyes. She even gave me a little satisfied nod.
"That's all you have to say?" I asked her slowly, putting the scarf back around my neck as I started to walk out of the castle.
"Apart from 'I can't wait to see your brothers reaction,' yeah." Lucy nodded, giving me a wink. I shook my head as she laughed and stuck her arm through mine.
"Can we stop for a minute?" I pulled away from Scorpius. We'd snuck out of lunch together and locked ourselves in his empty dormitory again. Snogging on his bed is a lot comfier than a teacher's desk or in a cleaning cupboard with a mop digging into your back.
Scorpius nodded and sat up on the bed, taking my hand and helping me up too. "Um, Lucy knows about…this." I waved my hand around lamely, still not knowing what 'this' is. Scorpius' reaction was comical, his eyes widened and his satisfied smirk fell from his face.
"Is she going to tell anybody? How long has she known?" He asked me quickly. I shook my head, frowning at his reaction.
"I trust her. She'll tease us and make certain situations uncomfortable for us, but she won't tell. And since Saturday. See, six whole days and she hasn't said anything." I assured him.
"Then what's wrong? Turn that frown upside down." He smirked, reaching a long finger out and stroking the corner of my mouth lightly. When he actually pushed my mouth up into a smile, I couldn't help but smile.
"I love seeing you smile." He leant forward and pressed his lips on mine again.
I did nothing but smile as he moved us both so I was lying on my back and he had a knee on either side of my body, and he arched his back so he could trail kisses up and down my neck; occasionally biting and nipping at a bit of skin. I trailed my fingers up and down his bare back, feeling every inch of muscle on his back.
"Ok, guys listen up!" Toby caught our attention as we changed for Quidditch practice; he came out of the captains office with a piece of parchment in his hands and he was scowling as he looked down at it. Even though most of the team were still getting changed, we all looked towards him. I felt myself blush as I watched Scorpius change slightly behind where Toby stood.
He was wearing those frog boxers; as I noticed this, I began twirling a lock of my blue hair, smiling when I remembered that all of 'this' came about because of an exchange of spells.
"Gryffindor totally owned Ravenclaw –"
"We know we were there." Talia scowled, rolling her eyes at Toby who just carried on like she didn't say anything.
"And I've been talking with Michelle Reece, the Hufflepuff captain; she and I both think that they're going to target you Potter. Now, the Gryffindor beaters haven't really focused on you in any of our last matches so I think they're going to go easy –"
"No they won't." I shook my head, as did Lucy as she came to sit beside me.
"James will have ordered Fred and Marcus Finnegan to be twice as brutal." Lucy was right in what she was saying; James, Fred, Albus and Roxanne are all on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, James as chaser, Fred one of the beaters, Roxanne as the seeker and Albus as the keeper.
"We're from a family of Quidditch players; we don't go easy on each other." I shrugged when Talia raised an eyebrow, not believing us.
"So you're telling us that James Potter will order his beaters to knock his baby sister out of the game?" She scoffed, scowling at Lucy and me.
"Yeah – we know that when we're in the game, nothing we do matters." Lucy scowled back – those two have never got on, even more so since Lucy and Toby officially became a public couple.
"Remember last year? Lucy broke Albus' shoulder and knocked James out for two days – after he woke up they were playing exploding snap together." I reminded everybody, Scorpius smirked when I told him that, whether it was over the strange rules my family had or the idea of my brothers in pain I have no idea.
"Right…well, we'll work on you today Potter. Come on everybody grab a bat, we're all playing beaters today." Toby nodded to the equipment box, which held extra beater bats for the chasers and Bryce to use.
"What? You're all going to be aiming at me?" I whimpered; Bryce, Adam, Scorpius and Toby are huge. I couldn't connect my hands when I wrapped them around one of Scorpius' biceps – I've tried! Bryce and Adam are seventh years and have been on the team since they were twelve, and both are planning on becoming pro-Quidditch players once they leave! I'm going to be black and blue!
"Oh come on Potter! Stop being such a baby." Scorpius scoffed, throwing his bat into the air and catching it effortlessly.
"By the time we play Gryffindor in April, you'll be immune to the feeling of a bludgers breaking a bone." Toby laughed, swinging his bat teasingly.
"By the time you play Gryffindor in April, I'll be dead." I corrected him, getting to my feet and leading the way out of the changing room.
"What the hell happened to you?!" I rolled my eyes when I walked into Defence Against the Dark Arts on Monday morning. Quidditch practice on Sunday had practically killed me; Adam carried me back to the common room and two seventh year girls carried me to my bed.
My back is completely bruised; I've got a black eye, a swollen lip, I sprained my wrist, my neck hurt when I turned it and it hurt to breathe.
Albus was the one to yell when he saw me; I was the last to walk in the room but Professor Smith wasn't in the room yet so every student had turned to see me. Nearly all of them winced when they saw the state I was in.
Scorpius kicked my chair out for me when I reached my desk.
"Quidditch practice." I scowled, hissing when I reached down for my school bag. "I told you I'd end up dead!" I glared at Toby, who actually looked guilty.
I heard chairs scrape across the stone floor and a couple of seconds later, Dominique, Rose and Roxanne were in front of me; fussing like they are my mother.
"Go to Madam Pomfrey!" Roxanne insisted as Rose bent down to pick my bag up from the floor and got my book, parchment, quill and ink out.
"Lily, you're already ahead of the class – I'll take you." Dominique offered, wincing when my lip started bleeding by itself.
"Weasley's, Potter, Malfoy? What's with the meeting?" Roxanne and Rose both moved back to their seats when they heard Professor Smith enter the classroom. "Sorry I'm late class – Potter? What happened?" He stopped when he walked past my table and looked shocked to see what state I was in.
"Brutal Quidditch practice – I'm fine, ouch!" I hissed when a shooting pain ran down my back when I sat back in my chair.
"Sir, can I take her to the hospital wing?" Dominique sighed and pushed my books and parchment back into my bag without waiting for an answer.
"Yes, can you walk?" Smith looked at me carefully before he looked at Albus – and then at the Slytherins.
Albus was physically fit, but we were nearly the same height. He may have been practically identical to our father, but we'd both inherited our mother's height.
"I can walk – dammit!" I hissed again when my leg gave out and I fell back down on the chair.
I heard another chair scrape across the floor and was surprised to see Scorpius stood beside me, shrugging his cloak off and rolling it up. "I don't fancy getting blood or tears all over my work. Help her up Weasley." He sighed and nodded to Dominique who helped me to my feet straight away.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Albus jumped up from his seat when Scorpius moved to pick me up in his arms bridal style.
"She can't walk without hurting herself and you struggle carrying your book bag. Potter Prat number one isn't here and he's the only one who'd probably be able to pick her up." Scorpius snapped at Albus and then carefully and effortlessly picked me up.
"Put your good arm round my neck and pull yourself forwards for a second, just real quick then you can rest." Scorpius told me, his expression was in a forced scowl, but his eyes were soft. I did as he said.
"Weasley put my cloak against my arm." I hissed in pain as I forced to keep myself up, but then when Scorpius nodded at me, I relaxed and sighed in comfort when I felt my bruised back cushioned by his thick, expensive, cloak.
Without saying anything to anybody else, Scorpius led Dominique from the room with me in his arms.
I knew he would be able to walk quicker, but he walked at a slow, even place; every couple seconds he would look down to check if I was alright. I forced myself to remember that we weren't alone on our little journey.
"Thanks for this, Scorp." Dominique sighed; she was holding all three of our bags. "If Al had carried her we'd have made it to the hospital wing by lunch time." She laughed.
I didn't have the energy to laugh, I just tried not to make it obvious as I curled into Scorpius and rested my head against his shoulder thinking that it would be much easier if more people knew about us.
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