Written for the real Aeden Ratcliffe... my german club buddy... hopings you is likings... ... thankee Lola for Beta-ing it for me...
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Their lips touched in heated passion, her hand running through his hair as their tongues mingled with need. Her other arm stroked his strong back softly in a lovers embrace as both of his rested on her hips, pinning her to the wall and pulling her in closer. He pressed against her harder and she hooked one of her own slender legs around his strong calf muscle. One of his tan hands left its position at his waist and slowly trailed up her curved side; almost, just about to, touch her breast.
'Potter! Ratcliffe!' The sixth year Gryffindor prefect yelled and the couple hurriedly split apart. 'This is the third time this week! Ten points from Ravenclaw and ten from Slytherin. Next time, it's detention.' The older girl warned. Lily rolled her eyes uncaringly.
He sighed. It was always like this. Two of them would always meet here, in this exact place, and she would always be one of them. She would start it and lead her latest partner on in a thrill of night time rendezvous, each time being caught out by a prefect before things got too far. That was where she got her kicks; Letting the boys who she strung along get caught up in… her… and then just let them down. Each new conquest of hers thought that they were special, thought that they had what it took to make her need no one else. It always ended though. So far the longest had lasted two weeks. Apparently he had been good with his hands.
'Both of you. Common Rooms. Now.' Aeden Ratcliffe gave her fingers a light squeeze and a lingering kiss to the lips, when he pulled away she gave him a suggestive wink. They left in opposite directions and Lily swung her hips slightly as she walked. Aeden turned and stared for a second before she felt his gaze and turned her shoulders, blowing him a kiss before walking off again.
Lily rounded the corner and let her hips move normally again, no longer swinging suggestively. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and let out a breath through lips pursed in either annoyance or dissatisfaction. Only he ever saw her like that. Only he saw what she was like when the "fun" for the night was over. Scorpius stayed still in the small alcove that he always sat, positioned in the corner join of the two halls, giving him clear views of both while still being shrouded by shadows. His eyes followed as she exited the opposite end of the corridor.
He despised the others for having her. He hated her for making him want her. He was angry with himself for doing this every single time she was there. But even with all of the hatred he had built up, Scorpius was always there, you could count on it. Always like a haunting statue, watching motionlessly as she played her games. Every time he watched her dramatic change and saw her walk away, he wondered how long. How long it would be until she had him, she played with him, played with his mind and destroyed his heart like all of the others.