Fic: The Rule
Written for (and won) Round 2 of hp_humpdrabbles' Hump Madness.
Title: The Rule
Author: withdrawnred
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter
Prompt: relentless
Word Count: 486
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: workplace fun
“Lily Luna.”
She bristles. If there’s one thing Lily Luna Potter hates, it’s having two first names. And he knows it. They’d done enough patrols together the one year they were both Prefects to have learned how to press almost every button.
Lily levels a glare at the intruder over her shoulder until he smiles and lifts his hands in faux surrender. “Fine, Lily. Hello.” If only she could actually believe the gesture.
“How can I help you, Scorpius?” she asks, turning her chair to face the entryway to her cubicle.
“Just some form Cane wants you to sign for whatever reason.” He waves the parchment, clearly not intending on taking another step towards her.
‘Typical,’ she thinks as she stands and walks to stand in front of him.
He breathes in deeply. “My, you smell nice. New shampoo?”
Lily can’t help but roll her eyes. “The same as every day,” she says, grabbing the paper from his hand.
This had become a weekly thing, since ten weeks ago when she’d started her internship with the Department of Magical Games and Sports. He’d work his way through various avenues of flirtation and end with some variation of Have dinner with me. But Lily has a rule-one she shared with the Ministry, for Merlin’s sake-that she won’t go out with co-workers. She likes an uncomplicated life, she’d tried to explain to Scorpius once when he had been particularly loathe to let her say ‘No.’
“So when are we going to have dinner, Lily?” he asks, his tone a clear attempt at innocence. “I swear, if you say ‘next week aga-”
“Maybe tomorrow. We’re all celebrating tonight.”
“What?” he asks, as if his ears were deceiving him.
“It’s my last day.”
And then she’s being pressed up against the inside wall of her cubicle, and she can’t help but sigh at the feeling of the length of his body against her own. Her fingers find their way from the lapels of his work robes-which she’d yanked him even closer with-to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. When she feels Scorpius shiver, Lily smirks against his mouth.
She’d be lying if she said hasn’t lusted over Scorpius Malfoy over their time working together. Her rule certainly didn’t prevent her from being attracted to co-workers. She’d have to be blind not to be. She just can’t act on it. Until tonight.
It takes more than she’d like to admit to pull away, chastising him with what little breath she has left. She sighs, her skin tingling with leftover frustration, and she’s painfully aware that his hands are still on her-one on her hip and the other caressing the curve of flesh under her breast. “Scorpius! Not here.”
He simply smirks. With one last squeeze, eliciting a whimper from Lily, he disentangles himself and leaves her cubicle. “I’ll finish this later.”
Title: The Rule
Author: withdrawnred
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Luna Potter
Prompt: relentless
Word Count: 486
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: workplace fun
“Lily Luna.”
She bristles. If there’s one thing Lily Luna Potter hates, it’s having two first names. And he knows it. They’d done enough patrols together the one year they were both Prefects to have learned how to press almost every button.
Lily levels a glare at the intruder over her shoulder until he smiles and lifts his hands in faux surrender. “Fine, Lily. Hello.” If only she could actually believe the gesture.
“How can I help you, Scorpius?” she asks, turning her chair to face the entryway to her cubicle.
“Just some form Cane wants you to sign for whatever reason.” He waves the parchment, clearly not intending on taking another step towards her.
‘Typical,’ she thinks as she stands and walks to stand in front of him.
He breathes in deeply. “My, you smell nice. New shampoo?”
Lily can’t help but roll her eyes. “The same as every day,” she says, grabbing the paper from his hand.
This had become a weekly thing, since ten weeks ago when she’d started her internship with the Department of Magical Games and Sports. He’d work his way through various avenues of flirtation and end with some variation of Have dinner with me. But Lily has a rule-one she shared with the Ministry, for Merlin’s sake-that she won’t go out with co-workers. She likes an uncomplicated life, she’d tried to explain to Scorpius once when he had been particularly loathe to let her say ‘No.’
“So when are we going to have dinner, Lily?” he asks, his tone a clear attempt at innocence. “I swear, if you say ‘next week aga-”
“Maybe tomorrow. We’re all celebrating tonight.”
“What?” he asks, as if his ears were deceiving him.
“It’s my last day.”
And then she’s being pressed up against the inside wall of her cubicle, and she can’t help but sigh at the feeling of the length of his body against her own. Her fingers find their way from the lapels of his work robes-which she’d yanked him even closer with-to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. When she feels Scorpius shiver, Lily smirks against his mouth.
She’d be lying if she said hasn’t lusted over Scorpius Malfoy over their time working together. Her rule certainly didn’t prevent her from being attracted to co-workers. She’d have to be blind not to be. She just can’t act on it. Until tonight.
It takes more than she’d like to admit to pull away, chastising him with what little breath she has left. She sighs, her skin tingling with leftover frustration, and she’s painfully aware that his hands are still on her-one on her hip and the other caressing the curve of flesh under her breast. “Scorpius! Not here.”
He simply smirks. With one last squeeze, eliciting a whimper from Lily, he disentangles himself and leaves her cubicle. “I’ll finish this later.”