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Chapter rated M for language and sexual content.

Chapter 18: A Happy Friday

I woke up the next morning draped over Scorpius, my left leg entwined with his, my head on his chest as he breathed deeply, still asleep. I smiled, and moved my hand up slowly so I could run my fingers through the blonde hairs on his chest. We were naked, and with Scorpius asleep, I could finally drive him crazy, instead of the other way around.

I slid my hand down and found that he was already halfway hard, and I gave his length a small squeeze. He groaned and shifted beneath me, but he still seemed to be asleep. I moved so that I could lift my leg and straddle him. His eyes shot open and he looked up at me. I could tell he didn't quite know where he was or what was going on. It was early. The sun had probably just come up, and we had only gone to sleep a few hours before.

"You're up early," Scorpius said, his voice husky from sleep and desire. I felt lust course through me when he looked down at my naked body on top of him and his eyes darkened.

"So are you," I said, gripping his cock. He groaned, and I began to stroke.

I was already wet. I didn't know if it was left over from last night or if I had dreamed about him in that short time I'd been asleep or if just this simple act was making me crazy with want, but either way, I was ready, and I wanted him.

He watched my hand move up and down his length and he let out a hiss.

"I have to get going soon," I whispered. He frowned at me. "Quidditch practice."

Scorpius groaned and dipped his head back into the pillow as my hand began to stroke a bit faster. "Rose…" he groaned. I lifted up and placed him at my entrance. My heart was pounding and my body was on fire with desire. The feelings that Scorpius made me feel were unbelievable. I had never known I could be so wanton—so desperate for what Scorpius gave me. "Skip practice," he said, watching me as I lined myself up but didn't sink down. "Come on," he growled.

"I can't…" I breathed.

"Hugo's riding you guys too hard."

I arched an eyebrow. "Not as hard as I'm about to ride you," I said.

Scorpius smiled and reached up to grip my hips. "What are you waiting for?"

I smiled and stroked him for a few seconds again before he reached up and grabbed my hand away before placing both hands on my hips and pulling me down onto him. I tipped my head back and moaned loudly as Scorpius let out a long groan.

"I don't…Faster, Scorpius," I said as I began to move up and down on his length. There was a bit of discomfort in this position as he pushed in as far as my body would allow, but any discomfort was far outweighed by the pleasure I felt as soon as Scorpius gripped my hips hard and began pushing his pelvis up to meet me.

"You look so good above me," Scorpius growled as we both picked up our pace. "Is it good?"

"Yes," I moaned. "Scorpius, yes."

He reached forward and began to massage my nub with his thumb, making me cry out. I leaned back and braced myself on his knees so he could have better access to that sensitive bundle of nerves, and when he thrusted up again, it brushed against a sensitive spot inside me and I moaned loudly and wantonly. I stayed in that position, feeling that feeling over and over as he thrust up and into me, his length hard and unyielding inside me as it tunneled in and out. I was expanding to fit him, and my walls were clenching around each time he pulled out as if my body was refusing to let him go. He groaned several curses each time I clenched, making me clench even harder at his obvious need for me.

My thighs began to quiver as I continued to ride him to the edge, and I felt the build up of my orgasm inside me.

Suddenly, Scorpius reached up and gripped my waist and before I knew what was happening, I was beneath him and he was driving hard in and out of me with his face buried in my neck. I brought my arms up above my head and tilted my pelvis up as he continued on. I let out a high-pitched, quivering moan as I approached.

My orgasm came on me suddenly. I had thought I need a few more thrusts from Scorpius, but suddenly I was shaking violently as he thrust into me, growling my name in my ear as he spilled himself inside. He was pulsing inside me as he continued to push through his orgasm and mine. When he was finished, he tried to roll off me, but I reached around him and held him tight to me. He was heavy—muscled and firm—but his weight on me felt so good and comforting. It was like a warm, sensual blanket, covering me completely—a blanket with a heartbeat that seemed to match my own.

He brought his arms up and underneath mine so he could clutch my shoulders and bury his face into my neck as we both tried to catch our breath.

"Rose?" he murmured after several quiet moments.

"Hmmm," I replied. I was acutely aware that he was still inside me.

"Don't go to Quidditch practice."

"I have to go," I said even though there was nothing I wanted to do more than stay in bed with Scorpius all day. I just couldn't upset Hugo. "I'll see you in class in a few hours."

He groaned. "That's too far away." His breath was tickling my neck and I smiled. "What will I do all morning?"

"Think of me?"

He brought his head up to look at me. "I do that all the time anyway."

My heart leapt and my stomach clenched with joy.

"We should go on a date," he said before burying his face in my neck again.

I laughed at that, but then I wished I hadn't because it made the fact that Scorpius was inside me much more noticeable. The laugh turned into a gasp.

"What?" he said.

"We can't go on a date," I said, trying to ignore my body's wishes. "Where will we go?"

Scorpius shrugged, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I breathed in sharply. I felt him smile against my neck. Then he moved his hips.

"Don't," I breathed. "I…"

He moved his hips again, but this time, I pushed him off me and trembled a bit as he slid out and rolled onto his back and groaned. I stood up and picked up Scorpius's shirt from the ground and pulled it over my head before heading to the bathroom.

"Please skip practice," he groaned, watching me from where he was still laying naked on his bed.

I looked at him over my shoulder and winked. "I'll see you in class, Professor."

He growled, and chased me into the bathroom as I yelped and ran from him.

Needless to say, I was late to practice.

"Will you seriously control yourself?"

I looked up at Albus who was looking down at me and watching me as we walked to Potions. My hair was pulled back in a somewhat damp ponytail since I had showered after Quidditch and I kept touching it absently, remembering Scorpius pulling it in his passion before I had managed to get to practice.

"What?"

This morning after Quidditch and right before Potions, I had finally told Albus everything that had happened between Scorpius and me over the past few days. He was insanely jealous.

"Stop smiling like that."

I laughed. "Smiling like what?"

"Like the hottest guy on the planet is banging you."

I jerked my head toward him and narrowed my eyes. "Jealous?"

"Immensely."

I laughed again, unable to control my mirth. Albus gave me another look, but I just shrugged him off as I pushed through the Potions doors, ready to see my man.

He was standing at the front of the classroom, looking gorgeous as always, his blonde hair tossled and his gray eyes bright. I remembered what his eyes looked like when he was blind with desire for me, how they bore into my face and into my body as they traveled along appreciatively. I blushed and Albus elbowed me, but I didn't notice because that was when I was suddenly aware of the cute blonde girl standing next to Scorpius, looking over his shoulder and batting her eyes as he pointed at the parchment on his desk, explaining something to her.

For a brief moment, I was absurdly, irrationally angry—how many of my classmates was he sleeping with? How many had he given detention to and seduced? How many had he comforted in their times of need, holding them, watching over them?

But then, the anger faded when Scorpius suddenly seemed to sense my presence, and he looked up and smiled—a real, beautiful, genuine smile meant only for me—and he shooed away the girl and summoned me up to his desk. Warmth flooded through me at the disappointed look on the girl's face as she stalked out of the room.

"Hi," I said when I walked up to his desk, making sure I kept a safe distance so we wouldn't draw attention.

"Ms. Weasley," he said with a smirk.

"Who was that girl?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He frowned like he was obviously confused by the question. "Dana Kelly?" he said.

"Hmm," I said quietly. "Looked like she was hot for teacher."

He raised his eyebrows. "You would know the signs, wouldn't you?" I felt my cheeks heat under his gaze. "Are you jealous, Ms. Weasley?" he said, taking a step closer.

"Stop," I breathed, feeling that familiar pull of desire in my stomach. "People will see."

He looked thoughtful for a moment, staring at my face and occasionally glancing over my head at the rest of the classroom. I felt like there were eyes on us, but he seemed casual, so I just tried my best to not look flustered and lustful even though I was always both when I was around him.

"How was practice?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. My voice was absurdly breathy. He smirked, apparently noticing it too.

"You should have skipped it," he said huskily. "You could have spent the whole morning with me."

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my cool. There were too many people around, and I felt like he wasn't being quiet at all. I imagined that everyone kept looking up here, trying to poke their ears in and see what we were talking about, especially Albus, who was no doubt shushing everyone who tried to talk to him in an effort to catch even the smallest part of our conversation.

"What if I spend the night with you?" I asked. "Will that make up for it?"

"I'll have to make up for that lost time," he said.

"It was only two hours," I said, putting a hand on my hip.

This time when he spoke, his voice was so low and gravely that I almost couldn't hear him. "Do you know how many times I could have made you come in two hours?"

My eyes widened as my hands began to shake and fire traveled through my entire body until it settled right in the pit of my stomach. "Scorpius," I breathed. He smirked, and I wanted to slap that smirk off his face. How dare he get me all hot and bothered right before we were about to have to sit through three hours of Potions lessons before I could even put my hands on him.

Wordlessly—with that infuriating smirk still on his face—he reached down and pulled open his desk drawer (ironically the same drawer that had held the Weasley telescope that had started this whole thing), and put something in his fist. I watched him carefully.

"You forgot something," he said, putting whatever was in his hand into my hand and then closing my fist. "Now get to your desk. Class is starting."

I gave him one last heated look before I ducked my head and turned, walking quickly to my desk so no one would see my red cheeks. Scorpius then started class, so Albus was forced to hold all his questions about what had just happened, and then whenever I thought it was safe, I put what Scorpius had given me in my lap and looked down.

There, sitting against the stark black of my school robes was a pair of bright red panties. I almost moaned, and when I looked up, I saw that Scorpius was watching me as he lectured. I quickly looked down again, embarrassed, and knowing that my face was going to betray too much.

Scorpius lectured about healing potions. He was talking about wounds so bad that you would need the strongest skill and the most intense level of concentration in order to heal them. He was explaining how one wrong ingredient could make someone lose their flesh and experience the greatest pain they've ever felt in their lives. He was talking about all this, and he was smiling.

"You have to be meticulous," Scorpius said with a laugh. "When we start working on this, it will be difficult, but just…" He laughed again. "Attention to detail is key, and always ask for help." He held up a hand so he could laugh into his other hand. Everyone in the class was exchanging confused looks, while I sat in my chair with a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my own laughter.

Scorpius Malfoy was giddy.

It had been like this almost the entire class, but it wasn't until now that he started to break down, simply unable to control himself any longer, and I was right there with him.

"Sorry everyone," he said through his laughter. "I don't know what's gotten into me."

It's not what's gotten into you, I thought. It's what you've gotten into.

As if sensing my thoughts, Scorpius shot a quick glance at me and then waved his wand at the chalkboard so that a piece of chalk began to write the directions on the board for the first steps in the potion making process.

"You may all get s-started," he said with another laugh. "Remember to ask questions."

I tried to ignore Scorpius for the rest of class. He was right about this potion—it was complicated, and it did require a lot of meticulous care and concentration. It was hard to take extreme care, however, when I felt his gaze on me constantly, making the back of neck heat up and my fingertips tingle. I had shed my robes when we had begun just like most of the class had done, so I was down to just my white school shirt and my skirt. Scorpius was walking around the classroom observing everyone, making comments, and offering help, and every time he would pass me, he would run his fingers against the back of my bare thighs.

The first time he'd done it, I had jumped so much that Albus had asked me what was wrong, but I'd brushed it off easily, saying I had nipped my finger a bit with the blade of my knife as I was slicing ingredients. The second time I had been prepared, but that didn't make it any less arousing, and by the fourth or fifth time he'd done it, I was so wound up with the pressure that I had to stop what I was doing for a moment so that I could try to readjust my concentration on this potion, rather than on the throbbing between my legs.

As soon as class was over, Albus had to rush out to meet Fergie for lunch—making me beam—so he didn't ask questions when I stayed behind, packing up slowly and watching Scorpius out of the corner of my eye. I was thinking about what was going to happen when everyone was gone and my heart rate was steadily picking up and the ache between my legs worsening, when I suddenly heard a clicking sound. I looked up and saw that no one was left in the classroom, and before I had time to wonder where Scorpius had gone, a firm body was pressed against the back of mine and I was quivering with anticipation.

"Scorpius…" I sighed as his mouth attached to my neck and I titled my head to give him better access.

"I was going crazy in class," he whispered against my neck, making me shiver when his hot breath was there.

"Me too," I said as I brought one arm up and back and sank my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, urging him on, loving the feeling of his lips and tongue on the most sensitive areas of my neck.

He then reached his hands forward to pull my shirt out of my skirt and he began to slowly unbutton it, making me whimper. As soon as he was done, he pulled back for a moment to pull the shirt off my shoulders, and then his front was pressed to my back again and his hands were on my breasts. I sighed, and then turned my head so that I could capture his mouth in a kiss. His hair was so soft against my fingers and his tongue was so soft against mine and his hands were so soft against my breasts, kneading them, making the heat between my legs even hotter.

I broke the kiss, panting and his mouth attached to my neck again before he reached around and unclasped my bra, making me gasp as the cold air of the dungeons hit my hardened nipples.

"I want you right here," Scorpius said with his mouth on my shoulder. He pushed my long hair to one side and then his hands went to my breasts again, massaging them and teasing my nipples, driving me crazy and making me gasp and moan with pleasure. "I want you bent over this table." I groaned and his hands moved away from my breasts so that he could bring my arms forward and bend me over the table. I braced myself on my forearms as he started to trail kisses down the back of my neck and between my shoulder blades.

Then, he flipped up my skirt and slipped a finger inside me and I moaned, letting my head fall forward. He twirled the finger around and around inside me, making me wet and ready for him. My breasts were pressed against the cold table but the cold felt good against the scorching heat of my body. He massaged my nub for a little bit before I heard the sound of him unzipping his slacks and I felt his tip pressing at my entrance.

"Scorpius," I moaned, and then he plunged inside me and I let out a louder moan as he buried himself all the way inside. It felt different like this, but as he began to push in and out and his thick length brushed against that spot almost every single time, I knew that different could be better as my head fell forward and I began to moan loudly and unashamedly with each thrust.

"God, Rose," Scorpius breathed as he gripped my hips. "I can't…"

I turned my head to try and see him, and I saw him watching himself slide in and out of me. When he saw me looking, he bent forward and captured my mouth. Really only our tongues could meet from this position, but it was enough because soon I felt myself building and I knew he was building, too, if his grunts and pleas and words of encouragement were anything to go by.

As we both built, he pounded on harder and harder, and I hoped that he had cast a silencing charm because my moans were so loud and breathy and needy that I knew they would be heard by anyone close by, but I couldn't control them because he just felt so good and I needed this so badly and the feelings were all so overwhelming, and then I was coming—hard and fast—and it was wet, so wet, and it only got wetter when he came inside me with one last thrust and a small shout.

He fell onto my back and I collapsed onto the table, my arms spread out, and we were panting there for several moments before he slid out and scooped me up in his arms to carry me to his quarters.

It wasn't until I was lying naked on his bed that I realized in my sex haze that he had undressed me the rest of the way and he was now hovering over me, naked himself, and about to push inside me again. And I was amazed that he was ready to go so quickly after what had just happened, but I was happy because I didn't want him to ever stop making me feel like this if it was possible.

He watched me. His eyes searching my face, looking for something, and his gray eyes were so intense as they continued their exploration that I sucked in a breath and my heart started pounding.

"You're perfect," he said, before sliding in and taking me once more.

And then I was flying.

After I had come twice more and we were lying naked and sweaty on his bed, recovering from everything, him on his back and me draped over his stomach and chest, we laid there in silence, taking each other in. I was running my fingers along his chest, playing with the blonde hairs there as I liked to do, and he was running his hands down my hair, making me shiver occasionally while my chest flooded with warmth at being held by him.

After a bit, I lifted my head up and rested my chin on his chest so I could look up at him. He looked down at me and smiled.

"You're so hot," I said after a moment. He laughed loudly and tugged at my hair a bit. Both actions had a warm feeling blooming in my chest.

"Back at you," he said.

I smiled. "So what kind of date are you going to take me on?"

He arched an eyebrow briefly. "I have some ideas."

"You aren't going to tell me?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

I smiled and he brought his hand up to brush my cheek, making heat collect there.

"I love when you blush," he said, making me blush even harder.

"I love when you make me blush," I whispered.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're beautiful," he said.

"Now you're just saying things on purpose to make me blush."

He laughed. "Maybe," he said. "But it's also true."

I giggled and buried my head into his chest. I felt something so warm and tingly uncurling in my chest as we laid there like that together, and I never wanted it to end. It felt beyond perfect—beyond anything.

"I just want to stay in this bed forever," I told him after looking back up at him.

He smiled. "I think you'd tire me out after a while."

I slapped his chest and shot him a look with narrowed eyes. "I wasn't talking about that," I said. He grinned. "I just meant here… You know… with you, just… being here. I don't know."

He put his arm around me tighter and held me close to him, looking down at me, his smile there but no longer teasing. "I know what you mean," he said.

"I can't even believe I'm here with you now," I said.

An adorable crease formed in between his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

I laughed. "I just mean that not only are you my teacher but you're also the hottest, smartest, sexiest, most interesting guy I know."

He laughed. "Oh, I'm all that, am I?"

I nodded, faking seriousness. "Yes, quite."

"And you're the most beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, talented girl I know."

I blushed again, of course, and buried my face in his chest. I liked being buried there. He smelled incredible.

Scorpius then brought a hand down to my face and lifted it so I would look at him again. He was frowning. "You are, you know," he said. "All those things."

I just shook my head with a small smile, and tried to look away again but he held my chin in his hands.

"What did that guy do to you to make you think that you aren't all those things?"

"I…" my breath was caught in my throat, and I had to look away from him because his gaze was so intense, but I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say—that Hadley had shredded my self-esteem to the point of nothingness after he cheated on me that the only way I could feel better was by being cruel to everyone who did anything even remotely bad to me?

"I'm serious, Rose," he said.

"What do you want to know?" I asked quietly. He was still holding my chin, but then he moved his hand up to cup my cheek and I leaned into his touch before he moved the hand back so he could run it through my hair.

"Why don't you think you're beautiful and smart and talented and everything else?"

I shrugged. "No one's ever really told me before."

"No one?"

"Well, besides my parents and Albus."

Scorpius smiled. "Well you are," he said, pulling me up by my upper arms so that he could kiss me. I maneuvered up and planted my lips onto his. "You're beautiful," he said before kissing me. "You're smart," another kiss, "you're funny," another, "you're talented," one more, "And you're very, very sexy." Then he kissed me long and hard, holding me tightly against him. His tongue came out of his mouth, teasing at my lips before I opened my mouth and sighed as our tongues met and a sensual heat started in my chest and radiated out to the rest of my limbs, making me feel weak and breathless.

I pulled away, wanting to say something before we started humping like bunnies again. This moment was so perfect and I just didn't want to waste it. I felt like something was shifting, like if I looked back on this moment in ten years I would say, "that was the moment when everything changed, when everything aligned." I felt that deep in my soul.

He looked at me with a small, confused frown on his face. I kissed the tip of his nose and smiled.

"How did you end up at Hogwarts?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how did you end up being my professor?"

"You finally want to get to know me, do you?" he asked, grinning. "Tired of just using me for my body?"

I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest, moving away a bit so that I was on my stomach next to him with my arm draped over his chest. Then I sighed and laid my head next to his, and he turned his head to look at me.

"What have the rumors told you?" he asked me.

"Not much," I said. He was fairly mysterious considering the fact that he had been here when a lot of us had been here as well.

"Well," he started with a sigh. "In my seventh year I tried out for the Chudley Cannons, but I didn't make the team." I watched him as he spoke, entranced by the way his mouth moved, entranced by the low, smooth, sensual sound of his voice. "I was… Well, I was in a bad place, and anyway, my dad had some connections so he set up an apprenticeship for me so I could study potions in, er, Germany, so I did that."

"How was it?"

"It was… great," he said, looking at a spot above me while he played with a strand of my hair behind me. I felt the tug occasionally, a gentle reminder that he was touching me there. "I learned a lot, and I just… I needed that time away. It was necessary."

"And then?"

He exhaled deeply. "Well, I heard Slughorn was retiring so I—just—wrote to McGonagall, and it took a lot of coaxing since I'm so young, but, I mean, really all it took was a good reference from my old potions master, and she let me know in June that I'd be coming."

"And now you're here."

He nodded. "And now I'm here."

"With me."

He smiled, and I saw the warmth in his eyes, which made my heart sing. "With you."

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should say what I wanted, but then I decided to just say it. "And you're happy?"

He frowned a bit as if he didn't understand why I was saying that. He moved his arm and gripped both of my shoulders to pull me up against him. "Here, this job, and with you…" He smiled and brushed his lips lightly against mine. "I think I'm the happiest I've ever been."

The warmth I felt inside me was so overwhelming that it was almost painful, and it scared me, because I thought the feelings I was developing for this man underneath me were too strong, too fast, and I was scared of what that might mean because surely this couldn't last—something this good and this perfect and this… forbidden… couldn't last, and I was going to be left with nothing, broken and alone and empty…

"What are you thinking about?" he asked me, rubbing small circles on my lower back.

"You," I breathed. "How much I want to kiss you…" And then bravely—"How much I want you inside me."

His breath hitched and he yanked me close, crashing his mouth against mine, making all my doubts leave temporarily as we got lost in each other again and again and again.

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