Leigh!fic | Good Girl (1/1) | Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Title: Good Girl (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: Lily Luna was a good girl... but then again, good girls don't shag their cousin's boyfriend.
Author's Notes: This was written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles.
Lily Luna Potter was a good girl. She had always finished her homework well before it was due, brushed her teeth and washed her face before bedtime, and she cleaned her plate at every meal. She never missed a Sunday lunch at the Burrow, and she was always on time.
At least, she kept telling herself that. As if repeating that mantra would make it true.
In reality, she was far from a good girl. She had a weakness for cigarettes, drank far too much than was appropriate for the daughter of a war hero, and she cursed like a sailor. Her wand hand was twitchy, and hexes flew when she was irritated-which was often.
But most of all, good girls didn't do the things she did.
Good girls didn't shag their cousin's boyfriend.
She didn't want to say that she couldn't help it… because she could fucking help it. But she didn't want to. She liked the way Scorpius made her feel; dangerous, edgy, and sexy as hell.
It wasn't that she didn't love Rosie. She did. Really. Most of the time. But her cousin could be a fucking twat sometimes, always nattering on about work and the Ministry and how brilliant she was. How her research helped transform the way Healers worked with victims of the Cruciatus Curse. How her boss said she was on track to be the youngest department head in five hundred years. And how her boyfriend was faithful and perfect and would propose soon.
Lily just nodded and drank her wine.
Because it wasn't true. Oh, the shite about work probably was; Rosie was in an ongoing love affair with her desk, but the part about the boyfriend wasn't. She knew Scorpius Malfoy, and he was no closer to proposing to Rosie than Lily was to learning Mermish.
Her girlfriends would have told her to take pride in herself, to not let him demean her for sex. He stayed with Rosie and fucked Lily; how fucked up was that? But Lily didn't want the iron fence around their storied manor, with peacocks and bloodhounds roaming the grounds. She didn't want to be the next Lady Malfoy and breed another generation of blonde ponces.
No, she liked it when Scorpius grabbed her waist and tugged her into the cupboard. She liked the way his long aristocratic fingers tweaked her breasts, when they would slide between her legs and tease her. She enjoyed the sharp nip of his teeth against her lips, the way his mouth covered hers to swallow her screams. The sight of angry red tracks against his white skin served to excite her more-signs of where she'd marked him. He always covered them up, but she knew they were there.
He fucked her. She fucked him. That was how they were. She didn't need his love or devotion. She just needed him.
So maybe, Lily Luna Potter wasn't a good girl.
But being good was overrated.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Lily Luna Potter
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: Lily Luna was a good girl... but then again, good girls don't shag their cousin's boyfriend.
Author's Notes: This was written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles.
Lily Luna Potter was a good girl. She had always finished her homework well before it was due, brushed her teeth and washed her face before bedtime, and she cleaned her plate at every meal. She never missed a Sunday lunch at the Burrow, and she was always on time.
At least, she kept telling herself that. As if repeating that mantra would make it true.
In reality, she was far from a good girl. She had a weakness for cigarettes, drank far too much than was appropriate for the daughter of a war hero, and she cursed like a sailor. Her wand hand was twitchy, and hexes flew when she was irritated-which was often.
But most of all, good girls didn't do the things she did.
Good girls didn't shag their cousin's boyfriend.
She didn't want to say that she couldn't help it… because she could fucking help it. But she didn't want to. She liked the way Scorpius made her feel; dangerous, edgy, and sexy as hell.
It wasn't that she didn't love Rosie. She did. Really. Most of the time. But her cousin could be a fucking twat sometimes, always nattering on about work and the Ministry and how brilliant she was. How her research helped transform the way Healers worked with victims of the Cruciatus Curse. How her boss said she was on track to be the youngest department head in five hundred years. And how her boyfriend was faithful and perfect and would propose soon.
Lily just nodded and drank her wine.
Because it wasn't true. Oh, the shite about work probably was; Rosie was in an ongoing love affair with her desk, but the part about the boyfriend wasn't. She knew Scorpius Malfoy, and he was no closer to proposing to Rosie than Lily was to learning Mermish.
Her girlfriends would have told her to take pride in herself, to not let him demean her for sex. He stayed with Rosie and fucked Lily; how fucked up was that? But Lily didn't want the iron fence around their storied manor, with peacocks and bloodhounds roaming the grounds. She didn't want to be the next Lady Malfoy and breed another generation of blonde ponces.
No, she liked it when Scorpius grabbed her waist and tugged her into the cupboard. She liked the way his long aristocratic fingers tweaked her breasts, when they would slide between her legs and tease her. She enjoyed the sharp nip of his teeth against her lips, the way his mouth covered hers to swallow her screams. The sight of angry red tracks against his white skin served to excite her more-signs of where she'd marked him. He always covered them up, but she knew they were there.
He fucked her. She fucked him. That was how they were. She didn't need his love or devotion. She just needed him.
So maybe, Lily Luna Potter wasn't a good girl.
But being good was overrated.