"Dean? Really?" Hermione huffed with annoyance, crossing her arms over her chest. "Lacey…I told you not to bring Ginny's ex."
Lacey shrugged. "It was either him or Draco, and you guys hate Draco." She couldn't blame them, either. She was starting to hate him a little herself.
"Why not Blaise Zabini? He's enamored with you." Hermione questioned.
"He has a girlfriend now," Lacey said, shaking her head. "He didn't want to piss her off."
Hermione sighed. "Fine. Let's just do this."
She turned and led them into Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, where Harry, Ginny, and Ron already sat waiting. Harry's eyes widened as soon as he saw Lacey, his gaze sliding down her figure. Ginny, on the other hand, immediately scowled and crossed her arms.
"What's she doing here?" Ginny asked as Lacey, Hermione, and Dean sat down. She shot Lacey daggers, her nose scrunched up as if she smelled something awful. "And why in the bloody hell is she with my ex?"
Dean looked away awkwardly, and Lacey rolled her eyes. "I'm right here, you know. You can just ask me yourself."
Ginny's eyebrows rose. "No thanks. I don't talk to sluts."
Ron and Dean's eyes widened, and Harry put his hand on Ginny's shoulder. "Ginny," he said. "There's no problem with us all having lunch together. Lacey is trying to be nice."
Her eyes blazed with anger. "Don't defend her, Harry."
Lacey gritted her teeth, trying to decide if she should continue playing nice or just say fuck it. She could only handle so much of Ginny's jealous bitchiness. Luckily, Hermione spoke up.
"I asked her to come," Hermione admitted, and Lacey swore she saw a bit of shame on her face. "She…helped me out with something yesterday, and I wanted to be nice. So, I invited her."
A light blush spread across Hermione's cheeks, and Ron stared at her curiously. He looked like he wanted to say something, but before he had the chance, Ginny piped up again.
"What could she possibly help you with?"
Lacey's eyes darted to her, anger rippling through her chest. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means there's nothing you have that Hermione doesn't," Ginny said, smirking. "She's loads smarter than you."
"Lacey's actually right behind me in every subject," Hermione interjected quickly. "Except Potions. She's beating me in Potions." She cleared her throat. "But anyway, that isn't the point. What she helped me with isn't relevant, just that she was nice enough to help in the first place. Can we all be civil, please?"
Ginny glared at Lacey, and Lacey glared right back. Hermione waved over the waitress and ordered six cups of tea, plus a plate of pink macaroons. While they waited, Harry's eyes darted from Ginny to Lacey, clearly not knowing what to do with himself. Everyone felt the tension, but no one said anything.
Dean cleared his throat. "Er…anyone else notice how much more of a git Snape has been lately? It's a bloody terror being in his class. More than usual, I mean."
Ginny kept her arms crossed, her gaze still drilling into Lacey. Ron chuckled and said, "To be honest with you, mate, I try not to pay much attention to Snape."
Lacey leaned in closer to Dean, placing her hand on his leg while Ginny watched. "You'll get through it. He isn't so bad when you learn how to handle him."
"Easy for you to say," Dean retorted, winking. "I'm sure he's extra easy on you."
Lacey rolled her eyes at him, smiling. Ginny scoffed and shook her head, about to say something, but thankfully the waitress came by to drop off the order. For a few peaceful moments, they all sat there drinking tea and eating macaroons, chatting about classes. Hermione and Ron seemed off in their own world, while Ginny had most of her attention focused on Harry.
Dean pressed his leg against Lacey's, smirking at her while he munched on a macaroon. "I wish I was eating you instead," he said in a low voice that only Lacey could hear.
Lacey giggled and picked up a macaroon, bringing it to her lips like she was about to take a bite. Instead, she opened her mouth and sensually ran the tip of her tongue along the circular edge of the cookie, her gaze dreamy. Dean nearly dropped his tea.
"Blimey, Lacey," he said, eyes wide. "I've never seen someone eat a macaroon sexily before."
She laughed again, nudging Dean's foot with hers. He put his hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. Harry shot them both a glance from across the table. Lacey looked over at him, and their eyes met for a split second. Fuck. She missed the way his cock filled her up. Their moaning from that day in her dormitory echoed through her mind.
Ginny leaned forward, her gaze intense and scrutinizing. "So, Lacey. Tell us more about your family."
"You mean the Malfoy's?" Lacey asked, eyes narrowing.
Ginny laughed without humor. "No, silly. It's so obvious you're not actually related to them. Thank Merlin, too. It's already bad enough you're a Slytherin."
Lacey's grip tightened around her tea cup. She had to remind herself not to break it. "I'm not sure what 'family' you're referring to, then."
She laughed again, her eyes full of cruel mockery. "Don't tell me you don't know who your real parents are. That's tragic."
"Fuck off, Ginny," Lacey told her, earning shocked looks from the rest of the table. "Sorry we don't all have a cute and cuddly family like you do."
Ginny's fists tightened, and Hermione reached over to put a hand on her shoulder. "You lot, please—"
"Fuck this." Lacey stood up from her seat, pushing her chair back with a screech. "I'm going to the bathroom to cool off. I'm not-," Lacey looked at Ginny, "-walking out. I'll be back."
She all but stomped to the bathroom, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists. She didn't know why she let Ginny affect her this way. She'd never allowed the Slytherin girls to get this reaction out of her, even though they'd said many of the same things. Her family…that's what it always came down to. Everyone else seemed to care about it more than she did.
Lacey pushed the bathroom door open and let it slam shut behind her. Thankfully, no one else was in here. She walked over to stand in front of the mirror, placing her hands on either side of the sink. Slowly but surely—her breathing steadied. She stared at her reflection, wondering whose green eyes stared back at her, and whose black hair flowed over her shoulders. It wasn't Lucius or Narcissa's, that much was obvious.
Someone knocked at the door, and after she called out permission, Harry walked in. Lacey cleared her throat and stood up straight, not wanting him to see her in a dejected mood. After all, she had a reputation to maintain.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes on her as he closed the distance between them. "I'm sorry about Ginny. She can be…"
Lacey crossed her arms. "A cruel, possessive, jealous bitch?"
He flinched like her words stung him. "Stubborn and hot-headed."
Lacey laughed, rolling her eyes. "That's a lenient way to describe someone who just verbally attacked me for no reason."
"You know she doesn't like you," Harry said plainly.
"Even when I'm being nice? She has no reason. It's not like she knows we hooked up. Does she?" Lacey looked at him, raising her eyebrows.
Harry ran his fingers through his messy hair. "No, of course she doesn't know. But that doesn't mean she has no reason to hate you. I mean, look at you."
She smirked, a light warmth creeping across her cheeks. "What do you mean?"
He grinned. "Oh, don't play innocent, Lace. You know exactly what you're doing in that floral corset dress." His eyes wandered down to her breasts. "I reckon if I untied those strings, your tits would fall out."
Lacey bit her lip, missing how his hands felt around the soft flesh of her breasts. "Wanna test it?"
His eyes widened, and he chuckled nervously, shaking his head. "And you wonder why my girlfriend loathes you so much."
She turned her body toward him. They were only centimeters apart. "It's a vicious cycle, isn't it? The more she hates me, the more I want to fuck you."
He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Lacey twirled her hair in her fingers, stepping forward to press herself against him. Harry sucked in a gulp of air, bringing his hands up to grab her, like he was going to push her away. But he didn't.
"Lacey, don't do this here. Please," Harry begged, eyes darting from her eyes to her cleavage pressed against his chest. "Ginny's right outside. And Dean. And Ron and Hermione."
"So?" She bit her lip, pushing her breasts forward on his chest. His cock twitched underneath his trousers. "You know how good I am at the Muffliato Charm. Remember last time? We were moaning so loud and no one heard us."
He groaned as he remembered that day in the dormitory. Her riding his cock had been one of the best experiences of his life. To this day, he still thought about how wet she'd been, how her juices had gushed all over his lap and her bed. He drooled at the memories.
"Blimey, Lacey," Harry ran a hand down his face. "Why do you have to be so damn seductive and irresistible? I love Ginny, and I'm trying to be a good boyfriend. But you make it bloody impossible."
Harry slid his hands down to her hips, seizing them roughly and pulling her even tighter against him. His cock pressed through the thin layers of his trousers and her dress, proof of the attraction he tried so desperately to deny. She leaned her face forward, about to kiss him, but he tightened his grip on her and guided her back against the sink.
"Spread your legs," he said in a low, soft voice.
She obeyed, and he lifted her up and set her on the sink. Her dress rode up her thighs, revealing more creamy, soft skin. Harry dropped to his knees and trailed kisses along her newly exposed flesh. Lacey moaned softly, running her fingers through his hair.
"Really, no underwear?" he asked, his warm breath hitting her inner thighs. "You enjoy pushing the limits, don't you?"
He pressed his lips against her pussy, giving it a kiss. Lacey's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. It'd been too fucking long since she'd been touched. She bucked her hips forward, yearning for his tongue, his cock, anything. "Yes," she told him, her voice weak. "I think I need to be punished for being such a slut."
Harry's fingers dug into her thighs, and without warning, he buried his face between her legs. His glasses bumped against her clit as he thrusted his tongue in and out of her tight hole, her warm wetness gushing into his mouth. He moaned, and so did she, and he completely forgot about anything and anyone else but the two of them in this bathroom.
"Oh, yes, Harry. That feels so good," Lacey whispered, her chest rising and falling with heavy breathing. He fucked her with his tongue before taking it out to swirl circles around her clit, making her cover her mouth to keep from crying out. Then he dipped his tongue back inside her, his glasses pressing into her sensitive clit once again.
Lacey whimpered and tangled her fingers through his hair, grinding against his face. Harry moaned, louder this time, his hot breath sending shockwaves of pleasure through her pussy. His glasses continued to rub against her, bumping her clit harder and harder with each thrust of her hips.
"Oh…oh, fuck…I'm going to come, Harry…I'm going to come!" With one last buck of her hips, her body shook with overwhelming pleasure, warmth flowing through her core. Harry stayed between her legs, lapping at her juices like a starved man. When he finally pulled away, his face was soaked, and Lacey's cum coated his glasses.
She giggled, smoothing out her dress while he stood up to clean himself. "I didn't know you were so good at eating pussy."
Harry grinned at her through the mirror. "Neither did I."
He left the bathroom to go back to the table first, giving Ginny less reason to be suspicious. Still, when Lacey returned a few minutes later, Ginny seemed annoyed by the fact that Harry had gone to check on her at all.
Lacey found it much easier to ignore Ginny's attitude now that her body wasn't pent up with sexual frustration. It being Ginny's boyfriend who'd relieved that tension was the cherry on top. Everytime they kissed, Lacey couldn't help but almost choke on her tea.
She hoped Ginny enjoyed the taste of her pussy on Harry's lips.