Fic: Cousins (Scorpius/Lily; Scorpius/Rose), NC-17
Recipient: feigned_living
Title: Cousins
Pairing(s): Scorpius/Lily; Scorpius/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Scorpius thought he would never have a chance with Lily. But all he needed was a little patience.
Word Count: 5,098
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s/Artist's notes: Thank you so much to my beta for her insight and encouragement. Thank you also to the mods for being patient with me while I worked things out. I really hope you enjoy it!
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Lily
At one point or another most of the boys at Hogwarts had a 'thing' for Lily Potter. She was gorgeous, vivacious and funny, and one of the smartest girls in her year. By the young age of thirteen she was already more developed than many girls her age, and was a phenomenal Quidditch player.
For some boys her name was the real draw. Something about her being the daughter of the savior of the wizard world and one of the best female Chasers in the history of Quidditch made them want to get into her knickers even more. While Lily acted as though it didn't bother her, Scorpius Malfoy knew better. He saw something else behind her rich chocolate brown eyes when she thought no one was looking; it was the frustration that came with being the offspring of famous parents. Everyone wanted something from her. The girls wanted to be her, the boys wanted to date her, the professors all fawned on her, and even the Harpies wanted to sign her in her fifth year (which prompted Headmaster Darwin to ban them from all Quidditch matches until Lily turned seventeen). Her one true, trusted friend (aside from her protective older brothers, which really didn't count) was her cousin, Rose Weasley, who was two years older, and in Scorpius's year. Lily was different when she and Rose were together; she was visibly more relaxed, and able to let her guard down.
Scorpius was man enough to admit that he wanted to have sex with Lily. Aside from those primal urges, however, was a deeper desire to just hold her, run his fingers through her thick red hair and put his mouth on her throat to feel her pulse against his lips. He dreamed of lying in bed with her for hours and just talking, laughing, and forgetting the whole world. He even briefly considered failing his classes on purpose in seventh year so he could come back for another term to be near Lily. He didn't, of course, because the fallout would be terrific - his father already had a position waiting for him with the family business, and his mum had so little to be happy about that Scorpius couldn't bring himself to disappoint her. Not to mention the idea of him even considering making a move on the daughter of his father's rival was laughable at best. Lily certainly knew the history between their families - hell, everyone knew the history, as it was now part of the textbooks toted around by every student at Hogwarts. Scorpius chafed at the whole notion of a rivalry between the Potters and the Malfoys after all these years. The war was over, and in his mind they should have left it behind. Holding onto old grievances was a waste of time. But still, he didn't test the waters. So he finished school and went to work for his father, while his desire for Lily continued to fester just beneath the surface.
Rose
The whole thing with Rose Weasley came completely out of left field. Scorpius didn't know what it was that prompted them to fall into bed together. Perhaps it was Rose's enviable proximity to Lily, who was currently finishing her final year at Hogwarts and preparing to sign with the Holyhead Harpies. Or it could have been the fact that Scorpius was so frustrated with his own barely tolerable circumstances that he would do just about anything to break out of the rut. Working for his father was driving him to the brink of checking himself in to the psychiatric ward at St. Mungo's.
While not as overtly attractive as her cousin, Rose was still nothing to sniff at. She had her mum's thick mane of reddish-brown curls with her dad's sharp blue eyes, and she was smart as a whip. Her body wasn't too bad either. She could fill out a jumper very well, and her bum looked good in jeans when she wore them, which wasn't often. When Scorpius encountered her at the Leaky Cauldron on a dreary Friday evening, she'd just split with a boyfriend at the Ministry whom she had been dating for over a year, and was feeling particularly spiteful.
The pub was packed with people anxious to put the workweek behind them, so Scorpius was forced to squeeze in next to Rose at the bar. He ordered his usual double-shot of Firewhisky, and she countered it, shooting him a glance from the corner of her eye as if she were challenging him to raise the stakes. Rose was the highly opinionated sort who always enjoyed taking on a challenge. Mostly, Scorpius assumed, because she achieved just about everything she put her mind to.
"Bad day?" he quipped dryly. For no particular reason other than curiosity, his eyes dropped to her waist where he noticed she was wearing dark jeans in place of her requisite knee-length wool skirts. She was leaning in to the bar, her back arched so her bum stuck out a little bit. His cock twitched. His eyes shot up, hoping she hadn't noticed him looking at her backside.
But of course she had. Her lips pursed, and her eyes narrowed. "Shitty day, actually. My bloody boyfriend - pardon me, ex-boyfriend, Mark Wellington, decided he'd rather bonk Eleanor Conklin than me. Not only that, but I caught him doing her in the loo of the restaurant where he knows I always go on my lunch hour. Stupid git," she spat. "Can't believe I was dumb enough to waste a year of my life on him."
Love can make you do dumb things, Scorpius thought. But outwardly he just shrugged. "Sorry," he said. Fortunately the arrival of their drinks eliminated the need for him to continue, so he chugged the whole glass in three swallows. When he put the glass down, he noticed that Rose's jumper seemed even tighter and her bum seemed rounder. His trousers were more constricted in the crotch. He predicted a long hot shower and a wank in his future. He signaled the bartender to send over another.
"So, are you seeing anyone, Scorpius?" Rose asked suddenly.
The question caught Scorpius off guard. It wasn't only the personal nature of the subject matter, but the fact that she called him by his first name when just about everyone in her family referred to him and his relatives by their surnames.
He cleared his throat, and loosened the top button of his shirt. "Not at the moment," he answered. He'd fooled around with Amy Montague for a few weeks, but only because her father was a major client of the Malfoys, with whom they had been negotiating a deal. Scorpius had found Amy to be a tremendous bore without an original thought to her name. Fucking her had been like being in bed with a bag of bones. Plus she screamed too loud when she came. Her shrill voice just about broke his eardrums.
"I might swear off men completely for the next few years, and focus completely on work." Rose finished her Firewhisky. She started to play with the glass, batting it back and forth between her hands. "It was a mistake to start dating right out of school."
"Mm," Scorpius answered just to fill the break in conversation. He didn't really care much one way or the other what Rose did with her personal life, although he had to admit it was rather surprising that she was confiding so much to him now. In the year since they left Hogwarts they hadn't said much more than a handful of words to each other. He wondered how often she heard from Lily. Probably every day, he assumed, or at least a few times a week. It must have been hard for Lily when Rose left school since they were so close...
It was Rose's suggestion that they leave. Scorpius wasn't naive enough to believe that she wanted to take him home with her, but he acquiesced. So they paid their respective tabs and left the pub. She turned left and started to walk in the direction of her flat. Before Scorpius could wonder why she didn't just Apparate she stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him.
"Or would you rather go to your flat?"
Scorpius was torn. Rose wasn't completely pissed, although she had to be at least somewhat compromised by the half-dozen glasses of double-shot Firewhisky she'd consumed in the last hour - and she'd already been drinking when he got there so who knew how many she had consumed in total. Scorpius could hold his alcohol very well, but something told him that Rose wasn't a regular on the pub circuit. He was attracted to her, certainly; she had meat on her bones, and curves in all the right places, and he was in need of a good, solid fuck especially after the week he'd had - or rather, the month he'd had. Then there was the fact that Rose was coming off a break-up so her judgment wasn't exactly spot-on. That, coupled with his unrequited feelings for her cousin, left his own judgment open for question. If he took Rose up on her offer any chance he might have with Lily in the future, however slim, would be gone. The cousins shared almost everything with each other, but Scorpius was fairly certain that boyfriends, or one-night stands, weren't included amongst those things.
"You're right, let's go to your flat. I'm rather curious to see how the other half lives," Rose remarked, mistaking his silence for agreement. She slid her hand into his, and leaned in to touch her mouth to his jaw. Her breast brushed his arm. She smelled like honey. His cock shifted, giving him his answer. So he swiftly grabbed her waist and Apparated them both to his flat.
Trying hard not to think about Lily, Scorpius steered Rose into his bedroom. By now his cock was raging in his trousers, straining against the confines of the zip. From the way Rose's nipples pushed against the knit of her jumper, her tits were about ready to pop. She was breathing fast, and her cheeks were flushed. There was a little smile on her face. Her hands dropped to his waist and he watched, dumbfounded, as she unfastened his belt, and opened his trousers. She yanked them down below his hips along with his dark blue silk boxers. His oversized cock bounced free and sprang immediately to attention.
"Wow, silk boxers. I'm impressed," Rose remarked, although from the tone of her voice it was hard to tell if she was offhandedly mocking him. He chose to believe otherwise.
"Easier to get off in an emergency," he answered with a smirk.
"You do remember that you're a wizard, right?" She arched an eyebrow, and her mouth twitched. Scorpius prepared an equally smart retort but then her fingers wrapped around his cock. She hissed appreciatively. "Now that's got to be the biggest prick I've ever seen. Granted I've only ever seen two before this, but still...again, very impressive."
Scorpius arched his hips, thrusting his cock against her hands. His eyes dropped to her chest. It could have been that the lighting was much brighter here than in the pub, but her tits looked bigger than before. Without pretence, he grabbed them, pushing her nipples up between his fingers while he kneaded the flesh through her jumper. She moaned appreciatively.
"I want to see them," he stated plainly. His tongue was like a dry sponge in his mouth, and his groin was on fire. "Fuck, Rose...show me your tits."
Rose ran her tongue over her lips, clearly enjoying his frustration. She let go of his cock but instead of revealing her tits she proceeded to unfasten her jeans, pulling down the zip to reveal a triangle of lavender silk knickers. She yanked the denim lower on her waist and then she shoved her right hand inside, cupping herself. Strands of wiry, reddish-brown hair poked through the elastic band of her knickers. With her other hand she pushed the jumper up until it caught right on her tits, and she held it there with her left arm. He saw the sliver of her matching lavender silk bra supporting her tits.
Walking slowly backward, Rose allowed herself to fall onto the mattress once her knees hit the foot of his bed. Before she even landed, Scorpius had vanished the offending jumper along with the rest of her clothes. Then he stepped out of his trousers and underwear, climbed onto the bed and mounted her with his cock poised over her entrance. He braced his knees on either side of her waist, and put his hands on either side of her shoulders. Rose's fingers continued to drift lazily over her pussy. She was so wet and obviously ready for him. The smell of her sex permeated the room. But Scorpius's eyes locked on her full tits with the pointed dark red nipples. They looked good enough to fuck, and for a minute Scorpius considered shoving his cock between them and thrusting until he came all over her chest. None of the other witches he'd been with had let him do that, and he had always wondered what it would feel like.
Would Lily let me fuck her like that? NO. He couldn't have those thoughts, not now. Scorpius squeezed his eyes shut, fastened his mouth to one of Rose's tits which tasted like honey, and then he thrust his aching cock between her legs. When he pushed inside, his teeth came down on her nipple. She screamed and dug her nails into his back. Her pussy was tight, but still conformed easily to his exaggerated girth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. She made little grunting noises as he pounded her into the mattress and sucked on her tits, all the while forcing thoughts of Lily out of his head. Beautiful Lily...oh God, he wanted her, to grow old with her, and have babies with her. This night was a huge mistake.
Oh...oh...ohhhh...
"LILY!" he bellowed as he shot his seed into Rose. He continued to scream Lily's name until his throat burned. When he realized what he'd done, a quick shock of what felt like ice water rushed down his spine. His eyes shot open to see Rose eyeing him with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. She didn't say anything at first because she was in the midst of navigating her own orgasm, and was too far into it to pull back. Her body trembled beneath him as she fumbled with her clit. Scorpius waited until she was done, and then he slid his wilted cock out from between her legs. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, waiting while she picked up her clothes. He'd never been so humiliated in his entire life.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"So am I," Rose shot back acidly. "Oh, and don't worry about me telling anyone about this. It's bad enough I even suggested it, and I'd rather forget it ever happened." A few seconds later he heard a pop, and when he turned around she was gone.
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Lily
A few months later Scorpius finally had enough and resigned from his job at his father's company. He accepted a part-time reporting job with Quidditch Weekly . He didn't need the job since he was still receiving a monthly allowance from his parents (although this was mostly due to his mum's insistence), but he did need time to figure out what to with the rest of his life, and the job fit perfectly. He'd never considered himself that accomplished at writing, but it turned out he had an affinity for the craft.
The assignment came across his desk in his third week on the job. The Holyhead Harpies were having their best season in a decade, and he was to do a profile on their newest member - Lily Potter. The meeting was scheduled for that Friday afternoon at four o'clock after the team's daily four-hour practice. It was almost too good to be true.
When he arrived at the team entrance at the rear of the stadium on that blustery afternoon, Scorpius held up his press credential but the burly guard barely glanced at it. "You're the bloke here for Quidditch Weekly profile," he said. "You can go straight back. Miss Potter is expecting you in the locker room."
"Are you sure? I'm a bit early..." Scorpius checked the clock over the main entrance to the stadium, which read three forty-seven.
"Yeah, I'm sure. She told me to let you right in. Go ahead," the guard responded in an almost defensive manner. He jerked a thumb back toward the hallway, and clenched his jaw.
"All right, then. Thanks." Straightening his shoulders, Scorpius passed through the door and made his way down the hall. When he reached the locker room entrance he knocked on the side of the open doorway. No one answered, so he poked his head around the corner and called out. "Hello, Lily?"
"Yeah, hang on a minute - blimey!"
Sweet Merlin. Scorpius sucked in his breath, but it was too late for his cock, which instantly formed a tent in his trousers. His fingers loosened around the steno pad and quill and they very nearly dropped onto the floor. He wanted to avert his eyes, but he couldn't quite get the signal to his brain. Only by sheer luck did he manage to retain his grip on his supplies.
Lily was standing on the opposite end of the locker room completely naked, with a forest green towel hanging over her arm. Her hair was wet, and combed back from her face.
Bloody hell, she was more beautiful than he imagined she would be. She was even red...down there; it was a lustrous, vibrant red that matched the hair on her head. Her legs went on for days. Her tits were luscious like ripe fruit, and her nipples were hard. Even from across the room he could see the sprinkling of freckles across her chest. He thought he would suffocate.
"I - I'm sorry, the guard said it was all right to come back," he stammered.
Lily arranged the towel haphazardly over her torso, holding it up with one hand, but she didn't bother to fasten it around her chest. "Don't worry about it, it's fine. I've always said they need to put an actual door there," she remarked dryly, leaning against the lockers. Her eyes skimmed over his neatly buttoned white oxford and khaki trousers, lingering at his crotch. She smiled.
"You've heard of Impenetrable Charms, right?" he said, surprised at how calm his voice sounded while inside he was churning.
"Oh right, yeah, I keep forgetting I'm a witch." Lily winked, and then the steno pad and quill dropped to the floor. Scorpius knelt to retrieve them, although his swollen cock made the motion difficult. His heart raced so fast he was sure he would lose consciousness.
"You can relax, Scorpius. It's just me." Her voice sounded much closer, while at the same time softer. The air smelled different, like flowers. Scorpius lifted his head and found himself gazing right at her bare shins. His eyes skimmed up her leg far enough to realize she wasn't holding the towel any more.
For a moment he couldn't breathe. Leaving the pad and quill, he somehow managed to get to his feet. "For the record, Lily, it's never been 'just' you. You...you're special."
"I know," she said. "I mean, I know because I've felt the same way about you for as long as I can remember."
"Hang on, what?" That wasn't possible. She'd never so much as looked at him with any sort of interest when they were at Hogwarts. She couldn't possibly have known what he felt about her, unless - Bollocks. Rose...? But she'd said she wouldn't tell anyone...
"Rose told me what happened, that you two...well, you know. She also mentioned that you said my name...after." Lily swallowed. "It's okay, that's the past and the past doesn't matter. What I want to tell you is I noticed the way you looked at me when we were at Hogwarts. I liked the way it made me feel. You weren't looking at me like everyone else, sizing me up and trying to get something from me. You made me feel like I was a real person, and that you understood me."
"You are a real person. You're better than all that rubbish, Lily. So much better." Dropping the pad and the quill, he took a chance and cupped her cheek in his hand. She tilted her head, pushing her cheek into his palm. He stroked her skin in a circular motion. "And I do understand," he added.
"Why didn't you just talk to me, then?" she asked quietly.
"I wanted to, but it never seemed the right time. Plus you were so young, and it might have been misconstrued. Then there's the fact that your brothers and cousins would have pounded me...and, well I'm pretty sure our parents would have been upset. It was against the laws of nature," he added with barely concealed frustration as he thought about what might have been.
She sighed echoing his frustration. "This rivalry is a lot of nonsense, isn't it? Let it go already, I say. To hell with the whole thing."
While he watched she summoned her wand and with remarkable speed she performed a series of charms that he could only assume were meant to ensure their continued privacy. Then she seized his hand in both of hers. She stepped closer so her tits brushed his shirt and her pussy was aligned with his cock. "Right?"
"Exactly." He smiled, his eyes locking with hers. He felt as though he could sink into those soft, chocolate brown pools and stay there contentedly for the rest of his life.
Then Lily dropped his hands and abruptly grabbed his cock. The pain was intense, but it was still the best pain he'd ever felt. "Now, is this for me or is that a daft question?" Lily asked.
"It's definitely for you." He curled his arm around her waist, drawing her up so that his cock was pressed flush along her belly. He tucked a lock of wet hair behind her ear, and leaned in to kiss her. There was no sweeter sensation than her soft lips giving in to his prying tongue. He slid it between her teeth and into her mouth.
Lily whimpered, bringing her hands up to rake her fingers through his hair. "Fantastic," she said into his mouth. He felt her smiling against his face. He backed her into the wall of lockers. Lily's hands dropped down his torso to his waist, and she began to work the belt buckle. Scorpius didn't think he could wait for her to finish. He started to take her hands away, but she outmaneuvered him, drawing his hands behind his waist and holding them there for a few seconds.
"No," she insisted. "I want to take my time, and get to know your body."
He bent his head into her neck, sliding his tongue along the column of her throat. She tasted like strawberries. "But I want you now," he breathed.
"I want you, too. Not much longer, I promise." Lily released his hands. Seconds later the belt came loose. He felt the thrill of his trousers opening followed by her fingers reaching in and wrapping around his pulsing hot flesh to pull it out. He heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Merlin's beard, you're huge!"
Scorpius chuckled. He kissed the side of her neck. "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"Definitely a good thing. I'm very flexible, you know. Quidditch workouts might be a pain in the arse sometimes, but they can be highly beneficial in other ways."
"Oh fuck, Lily..." Scorpius grunted. He thrust into her hands. His skin was on fire, tingling from his hairline to his toes. Her hands tightened around his cock and she slowly began to run her palms along the length, feeling every ridge with patience that was, for Scorpius, excruciating. He watched her face, admiring the curve of her cheekbones and her small mouth, which was slightly pursed in concentration. The tip of her tongue peeked out, tickled the side of her mouth, and then traced around her lips. "You are amazing," he murmured, even as he fought the urge to come in her hands.
"So are you," Lily said, lifting her eyes to his. She stood on her toes to kiss him, nicking his lower lip with her teeth before she flicked it with her tongue. Dropping his cock, she slowly unfastened the buttons on his shirt, spreading it open to run her hands across the planes of his chest. She kissed him right on his heart with such tenderness that it just about took his breath away. Her fingers fanned out over his nipples. "You really should be a Quidditch player. You definitely have the build for it." She raised her eyes to his.
"Thanks, but I think it's better for all concerned if I stick to reporting." He smiled back. "There's a reason I didn't make the house team at Hogwarts."
Lily giggled endearingly. She kissed him, and then she took his hands and led him toward the bench. While he watched she straddled the bench and then she lay back. "Come here."
Shedding his trousers, Scorpius stood over her with his cock in his hands, slowly stroking it as he took in the entire length of her body, savoring every curve. Lily smiled, her left hand drifting across her tits while the other hand teased the hair between her legs. She touched herself there, and her body twitched. She moaned. Then she opened her legs a little more, and peeled back her lips so he could see her finger stroke the swollen nub of her clit. She slipped two more fingers inside, digging deeply. Meanwhile her left hand cupped her tit, pushing it up and kneading it like dough. The first two fingers of her hand closed around the nipple, and she fondled it while her eyes remained trained right on him. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Suddenly Lily cried out, and her back arched off the bench with her tits thrust into the air. Her nipples were hard peaks. "Scorpius!"
He didn't need to be told twice. Bending his knees he started to guide his cock into her pussy. Her slender, athletic limbs spread to welcome his intrusion. He wasn't even halfway inside and she was stretched so much he was almost afraid she would split open. But she didn't say a word. She was wet and tight, clenching him hard. She grunted, digging her nails into his bum to pull him down. "Do it," she whined.
While at first he'd wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, now he wanted to relish it. His cock protested, and Lily protested, but he held his ground, pausing for a moment when he was halfway there. He focused on his slick cock submerged in her, and her long fingers pushing and rolling around her clit. Bending forward he took her hand away from her tit and replaced it with his mouth. He kissed her nipple, sucked it up into his mouth and laved it with his tongue.
"What are you doing, trying to bloody kill me?" Lily squeezed his bum. "Fuck me, you prat. You feel so good, I want to feel all of you."
So he lifted her a little bit off the bench, positioned her legs higher on his shoulders and pushed farther into her. She shrieked so loud it made his ears ring, and her voice bounced off the walls of the nearby showers but it was phenomenal and he loved it. Then his throat began to hurt; he realized that he had been screaming right along with her.
"Oh bugger, Lily...Fuck!" He reared up, arching his back to thrust as deep as he possibly could. His hips trembled with the effort, and his thighs ached.
"Keep moving! Don't stop!" Lily insisted, digging her nails into his lower back. The sensation of her nails breaking the skin spurred him on. Filled with a sudden rush of adrenaline he pumped in and out of her at an incredible speed. He felt like he had no control over his own body, and it was fantastic. Meanwhile Lily moaned beneath him, her breasts bouncing and rolling as he pummeled her. Then, without warning he burst free and exploded inside her so hard and so fast that it took his breath away. His heart pounded like a jackhammer while the blood pulsed in his ears.
When he finally caught his breath he saw her looking at him with tears rimming her eyes and a soft smile on her lips. "You look amazing when you come," she said. Her hips twitched, and she grunted a little under her breath. Her eyelids fluttered.
Scorpius bent over her. "That's because it's for you," he whispered. Then he kissed her slightly parted lips and tugged her lower lip with his teeth. His hands came up to cover her breasts, and he massaged them slowly. Her fingers brushed against his groin as she worked her clit. He rolled his hips forward a little to nudge her hand, and she gasped with pleasure. He felt his cock begin to come to life again inside her. "Now come for me, Lily."
Lily's breath quickened, and she arched her back. The movement of her fingers became more deliberate. Her eyes rolled back halfway into her head. She clenched her jaw, her hips tightened, and then she let go.
Scorpius held her as she climaxed, kissing her hard when she began to scream. When she was done he lifted her up into his arms. Lily nestled her head under his chin. He kissed her damp hair, running his fingers through it.
For a long time they just sat there, aware of nothing but each other. Then Lily looked up. "So, how about that interview?" she asked jokingly. Scorpius smiled. He took her face in his hands and then he kissed her deeply.
"I think I've got all the information I need," he murmured.
Title: Cousins
Pairing(s): Scorpius/Lily; Scorpius/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Scorpius thought he would never have a chance with Lily. But all he needed was a little patience.
Word Count: 5,098
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s/Artist's notes: Thank you so much to my beta for her insight and encouragement. Thank you also to the mods for being patient with me while I worked things out. I really hope you enjoy it!
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Lily
At one point or another most of the boys at Hogwarts had a 'thing' for Lily Potter. She was gorgeous, vivacious and funny, and one of the smartest girls in her year. By the young age of thirteen she was already more developed than many girls her age, and was a phenomenal Quidditch player.
For some boys her name was the real draw. Something about her being the daughter of the savior of the wizard world and one of the best female Chasers in the history of Quidditch made them want to get into her knickers even more. While Lily acted as though it didn't bother her, Scorpius Malfoy knew better. He saw something else behind her rich chocolate brown eyes when she thought no one was looking; it was the frustration that came with being the offspring of famous parents. Everyone wanted something from her. The girls wanted to be her, the boys wanted to date her, the professors all fawned on her, and even the Harpies wanted to sign her in her fifth year (which prompted Headmaster Darwin to ban them from all Quidditch matches until Lily turned seventeen). Her one true, trusted friend (aside from her protective older brothers, which really didn't count) was her cousin, Rose Weasley, who was two years older, and in Scorpius's year. Lily was different when she and Rose were together; she was visibly more relaxed, and able to let her guard down.
Scorpius was man enough to admit that he wanted to have sex with Lily. Aside from those primal urges, however, was a deeper desire to just hold her, run his fingers through her thick red hair and put his mouth on her throat to feel her pulse against his lips. He dreamed of lying in bed with her for hours and just talking, laughing, and forgetting the whole world. He even briefly considered failing his classes on purpose in seventh year so he could come back for another term to be near Lily. He didn't, of course, because the fallout would be terrific - his father already had a position waiting for him with the family business, and his mum had so little to be happy about that Scorpius couldn't bring himself to disappoint her. Not to mention the idea of him even considering making a move on the daughter of his father's rival was laughable at best. Lily certainly knew the history between their families - hell, everyone knew the history, as it was now part of the textbooks toted around by every student at Hogwarts. Scorpius chafed at the whole notion of a rivalry between the Potters and the Malfoys after all these years. The war was over, and in his mind they should have left it behind. Holding onto old grievances was a waste of time. But still, he didn't test the waters. So he finished school and went to work for his father, while his desire for Lily continued to fester just beneath the surface.
Rose
The whole thing with Rose Weasley came completely out of left field. Scorpius didn't know what it was that prompted them to fall into bed together. Perhaps it was Rose's enviable proximity to Lily, who was currently finishing her final year at Hogwarts and preparing to sign with the Holyhead Harpies. Or it could have been the fact that Scorpius was so frustrated with his own barely tolerable circumstances that he would do just about anything to break out of the rut. Working for his father was driving him to the brink of checking himself in to the psychiatric ward at St. Mungo's.
While not as overtly attractive as her cousin, Rose was still nothing to sniff at. She had her mum's thick mane of reddish-brown curls with her dad's sharp blue eyes, and she was smart as a whip. Her body wasn't too bad either. She could fill out a jumper very well, and her bum looked good in jeans when she wore them, which wasn't often. When Scorpius encountered her at the Leaky Cauldron on a dreary Friday evening, she'd just split with a boyfriend at the Ministry whom she had been dating for over a year, and was feeling particularly spiteful.
The pub was packed with people anxious to put the workweek behind them, so Scorpius was forced to squeeze in next to Rose at the bar. He ordered his usual double-shot of Firewhisky, and she countered it, shooting him a glance from the corner of her eye as if she were challenging him to raise the stakes. Rose was the highly opinionated sort who always enjoyed taking on a challenge. Mostly, Scorpius assumed, because she achieved just about everything she put her mind to.
"Bad day?" he quipped dryly. For no particular reason other than curiosity, his eyes dropped to her waist where he noticed she was wearing dark jeans in place of her requisite knee-length wool skirts. She was leaning in to the bar, her back arched so her bum stuck out a little bit. His cock twitched. His eyes shot up, hoping she hadn't noticed him looking at her backside.
But of course she had. Her lips pursed, and her eyes narrowed. "Shitty day, actually. My bloody boyfriend - pardon me, ex-boyfriend, Mark Wellington, decided he'd rather bonk Eleanor Conklin than me. Not only that, but I caught him doing her in the loo of the restaurant where he knows I always go on my lunch hour. Stupid git," she spat. "Can't believe I was dumb enough to waste a year of my life on him."
Love can make you do dumb things, Scorpius thought. But outwardly he just shrugged. "Sorry," he said. Fortunately the arrival of their drinks eliminated the need for him to continue, so he chugged the whole glass in three swallows. When he put the glass down, he noticed that Rose's jumper seemed even tighter and her bum seemed rounder. His trousers were more constricted in the crotch. He predicted a long hot shower and a wank in his future. He signaled the bartender to send over another.
"So, are you seeing anyone, Scorpius?" Rose asked suddenly.
The question caught Scorpius off guard. It wasn't only the personal nature of the subject matter, but the fact that she called him by his first name when just about everyone in her family referred to him and his relatives by their surnames.
He cleared his throat, and loosened the top button of his shirt. "Not at the moment," he answered. He'd fooled around with Amy Montague for a few weeks, but only because her father was a major client of the Malfoys, with whom they had been negotiating a deal. Scorpius had found Amy to be a tremendous bore without an original thought to her name. Fucking her had been like being in bed with a bag of bones. Plus she screamed too loud when she came. Her shrill voice just about broke his eardrums.
"I might swear off men completely for the next few years, and focus completely on work." Rose finished her Firewhisky. She started to play with the glass, batting it back and forth between her hands. "It was a mistake to start dating right out of school."
"Mm," Scorpius answered just to fill the break in conversation. He didn't really care much one way or the other what Rose did with her personal life, although he had to admit it was rather surprising that she was confiding so much to him now. In the year since they left Hogwarts they hadn't said much more than a handful of words to each other. He wondered how often she heard from Lily. Probably every day, he assumed, or at least a few times a week. It must have been hard for Lily when Rose left school since they were so close...
It was Rose's suggestion that they leave. Scorpius wasn't naive enough to believe that she wanted to take him home with her, but he acquiesced. So they paid their respective tabs and left the pub. She turned left and started to walk in the direction of her flat. Before Scorpius could wonder why she didn't just Apparate she stopped and glanced over her shoulder at him.
"Or would you rather go to your flat?"
Scorpius was torn. Rose wasn't completely pissed, although she had to be at least somewhat compromised by the half-dozen glasses of double-shot Firewhisky she'd consumed in the last hour - and she'd already been drinking when he got there so who knew how many she had consumed in total. Scorpius could hold his alcohol very well, but something told him that Rose wasn't a regular on the pub circuit. He was attracted to her, certainly; she had meat on her bones, and curves in all the right places, and he was in need of a good, solid fuck especially after the week he'd had - or rather, the month he'd had. Then there was the fact that Rose was coming off a break-up so her judgment wasn't exactly spot-on. That, coupled with his unrequited feelings for her cousin, left his own judgment open for question. If he took Rose up on her offer any chance he might have with Lily in the future, however slim, would be gone. The cousins shared almost everything with each other, but Scorpius was fairly certain that boyfriends, or one-night stands, weren't included amongst those things.
"You're right, let's go to your flat. I'm rather curious to see how the other half lives," Rose remarked, mistaking his silence for agreement. She slid her hand into his, and leaned in to touch her mouth to his jaw. Her breast brushed his arm. She smelled like honey. His cock shifted, giving him his answer. So he swiftly grabbed her waist and Apparated them both to his flat.
Trying hard not to think about Lily, Scorpius steered Rose into his bedroom. By now his cock was raging in his trousers, straining against the confines of the zip. From the way Rose's nipples pushed against the knit of her jumper, her tits were about ready to pop. She was breathing fast, and her cheeks were flushed. There was a little smile on her face. Her hands dropped to his waist and he watched, dumbfounded, as she unfastened his belt, and opened his trousers. She yanked them down below his hips along with his dark blue silk boxers. His oversized cock bounced free and sprang immediately to attention.
"Wow, silk boxers. I'm impressed," Rose remarked, although from the tone of her voice it was hard to tell if she was offhandedly mocking him. He chose to believe otherwise.
"Easier to get off in an emergency," he answered with a smirk.
"You do remember that you're a wizard, right?" She arched an eyebrow, and her mouth twitched. Scorpius prepared an equally smart retort but then her fingers wrapped around his cock. She hissed appreciatively. "Now that's got to be the biggest prick I've ever seen. Granted I've only ever seen two before this, but still...again, very impressive."
Scorpius arched his hips, thrusting his cock against her hands. His eyes dropped to her chest. It could have been that the lighting was much brighter here than in the pub, but her tits looked bigger than before. Without pretence, he grabbed them, pushing her nipples up between his fingers while he kneaded the flesh through her jumper. She moaned appreciatively.
"I want to see them," he stated plainly. His tongue was like a dry sponge in his mouth, and his groin was on fire. "Fuck, Rose...show me your tits."
Rose ran her tongue over her lips, clearly enjoying his frustration. She let go of his cock but instead of revealing her tits she proceeded to unfasten her jeans, pulling down the zip to reveal a triangle of lavender silk knickers. She yanked the denim lower on her waist and then she shoved her right hand inside, cupping herself. Strands of wiry, reddish-brown hair poked through the elastic band of her knickers. With her other hand she pushed the jumper up until it caught right on her tits, and she held it there with her left arm. He saw the sliver of her matching lavender silk bra supporting her tits.
Walking slowly backward, Rose allowed herself to fall onto the mattress once her knees hit the foot of his bed. Before she even landed, Scorpius had vanished the offending jumper along with the rest of her clothes. Then he stepped out of his trousers and underwear, climbed onto the bed and mounted her with his cock poised over her entrance. He braced his knees on either side of her waist, and put his hands on either side of her shoulders. Rose's fingers continued to drift lazily over her pussy. She was so wet and obviously ready for him. The smell of her sex permeated the room. But Scorpius's eyes locked on her full tits with the pointed dark red nipples. They looked good enough to fuck, and for a minute Scorpius considered shoving his cock between them and thrusting until he came all over her chest. None of the other witches he'd been with had let him do that, and he had always wondered what it would feel like.
Would Lily let me fuck her like that? NO. He couldn't have those thoughts, not now. Scorpius squeezed his eyes shut, fastened his mouth to one of Rose's tits which tasted like honey, and then he thrust his aching cock between her legs. When he pushed inside, his teeth came down on her nipple. She screamed and dug her nails into his back. Her pussy was tight, but still conformed easily to his exaggerated girth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. She made little grunting noises as he pounded her into the mattress and sucked on her tits, all the while forcing thoughts of Lily out of his head. Beautiful Lily...oh God, he wanted her, to grow old with her, and have babies with her. This night was a huge mistake.
Oh...oh...ohhhh...
"LILY!" he bellowed as he shot his seed into Rose. He continued to scream Lily's name until his throat burned. When he realized what he'd done, a quick shock of what felt like ice water rushed down his spine. His eyes shot open to see Rose eyeing him with a mixture of surprise and disappointment. She didn't say anything at first because she was in the midst of navigating her own orgasm, and was too far into it to pull back. Her body trembled beneath him as she fumbled with her clit. Scorpius waited until she was done, and then he slid his wilted cock out from between her legs. He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, waiting while she picked up her clothes. He'd never been so humiliated in his entire life.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"So am I," Rose shot back acidly. "Oh, and don't worry about me telling anyone about this. It's bad enough I even suggested it, and I'd rather forget it ever happened." A few seconds later he heard a pop, and when he turned around she was gone.
* * *
Lily
A few months later Scorpius finally had enough and resigned from his job at his father's company. He accepted a part-time reporting job with Quidditch Weekly . He didn't need the job since he was still receiving a monthly allowance from his parents (although this was mostly due to his mum's insistence), but he did need time to figure out what to with the rest of his life, and the job fit perfectly. He'd never considered himself that accomplished at writing, but it turned out he had an affinity for the craft.
The assignment came across his desk in his third week on the job. The Holyhead Harpies were having their best season in a decade, and he was to do a profile on their newest member - Lily Potter. The meeting was scheduled for that Friday afternoon at four o'clock after the team's daily four-hour practice. It was almost too good to be true.
When he arrived at the team entrance at the rear of the stadium on that blustery afternoon, Scorpius held up his press credential but the burly guard barely glanced at it. "You're the bloke here for Quidditch Weekly profile," he said. "You can go straight back. Miss Potter is expecting you in the locker room."
"Are you sure? I'm a bit early..." Scorpius checked the clock over the main entrance to the stadium, which read three forty-seven.
"Yeah, I'm sure. She told me to let you right in. Go ahead," the guard responded in an almost defensive manner. He jerked a thumb back toward the hallway, and clenched his jaw.
"All right, then. Thanks." Straightening his shoulders, Scorpius passed through the door and made his way down the hall. When he reached the locker room entrance he knocked on the side of the open doorway. No one answered, so he poked his head around the corner and called out. "Hello, Lily?"
"Yeah, hang on a minute - blimey!"
Sweet Merlin. Scorpius sucked in his breath, but it was too late for his cock, which instantly formed a tent in his trousers. His fingers loosened around the steno pad and quill and they very nearly dropped onto the floor. He wanted to avert his eyes, but he couldn't quite get the signal to his brain. Only by sheer luck did he manage to retain his grip on his supplies.
Lily was standing on the opposite end of the locker room completely naked, with a forest green towel hanging over her arm. Her hair was wet, and combed back from her face.
Bloody hell, she was more beautiful than he imagined she would be. She was even red...down there; it was a lustrous, vibrant red that matched the hair on her head. Her legs went on for days. Her tits were luscious like ripe fruit, and her nipples were hard. Even from across the room he could see the sprinkling of freckles across her chest. He thought he would suffocate.
"I - I'm sorry, the guard said it was all right to come back," he stammered.
Lily arranged the towel haphazardly over her torso, holding it up with one hand, but she didn't bother to fasten it around her chest. "Don't worry about it, it's fine. I've always said they need to put an actual door there," she remarked dryly, leaning against the lockers. Her eyes skimmed over his neatly buttoned white oxford and khaki trousers, lingering at his crotch. She smiled.
"You've heard of Impenetrable Charms, right?" he said, surprised at how calm his voice sounded while inside he was churning.
"Oh right, yeah, I keep forgetting I'm a witch." Lily winked, and then the steno pad and quill dropped to the floor. Scorpius knelt to retrieve them, although his swollen cock made the motion difficult. His heart raced so fast he was sure he would lose consciousness.
"You can relax, Scorpius. It's just me." Her voice sounded much closer, while at the same time softer. The air smelled different, like flowers. Scorpius lifted his head and found himself gazing right at her bare shins. His eyes skimmed up her leg far enough to realize she wasn't holding the towel any more.
For a moment he couldn't breathe. Leaving the pad and quill, he somehow managed to get to his feet. "For the record, Lily, it's never been 'just' you. You...you're special."
"I know," she said. "I mean, I know because I've felt the same way about you for as long as I can remember."
"Hang on, what?" That wasn't possible. She'd never so much as looked at him with any sort of interest when they were at Hogwarts. She couldn't possibly have known what he felt about her, unless - Bollocks. Rose...? But she'd said she wouldn't tell anyone...
"Rose told me what happened, that you two...well, you know. She also mentioned that you said my name...after." Lily swallowed. "It's okay, that's the past and the past doesn't matter. What I want to tell you is I noticed the way you looked at me when we were at Hogwarts. I liked the way it made me feel. You weren't looking at me like everyone else, sizing me up and trying to get something from me. You made me feel like I was a real person, and that you understood me."
"You are a real person. You're better than all that rubbish, Lily. So much better." Dropping the pad and the quill, he took a chance and cupped her cheek in his hand. She tilted her head, pushing her cheek into his palm. He stroked her skin in a circular motion. "And I do understand," he added.
"Why didn't you just talk to me, then?" she asked quietly.
"I wanted to, but it never seemed the right time. Plus you were so young, and it might have been misconstrued. Then there's the fact that your brothers and cousins would have pounded me...and, well I'm pretty sure our parents would have been upset. It was against the laws of nature," he added with barely concealed frustration as he thought about what might have been.
She sighed echoing his frustration. "This rivalry is a lot of nonsense, isn't it? Let it go already, I say. To hell with the whole thing."
While he watched she summoned her wand and with remarkable speed she performed a series of charms that he could only assume were meant to ensure their continued privacy. Then she seized his hand in both of hers. She stepped closer so her tits brushed his shirt and her pussy was aligned with his cock. "Right?"
"Exactly." He smiled, his eyes locking with hers. He felt as though he could sink into those soft, chocolate brown pools and stay there contentedly for the rest of his life.
Then Lily dropped his hands and abruptly grabbed his cock. The pain was intense, but it was still the best pain he'd ever felt. "Now, is this for me or is that a daft question?" Lily asked.
"It's definitely for you." He curled his arm around her waist, drawing her up so that his cock was pressed flush along her belly. He tucked a lock of wet hair behind her ear, and leaned in to kiss her. There was no sweeter sensation than her soft lips giving in to his prying tongue. He slid it between her teeth and into her mouth.
Lily whimpered, bringing her hands up to rake her fingers through his hair. "Fantastic," she said into his mouth. He felt her smiling against his face. He backed her into the wall of lockers. Lily's hands dropped down his torso to his waist, and she began to work the belt buckle. Scorpius didn't think he could wait for her to finish. He started to take her hands away, but she outmaneuvered him, drawing his hands behind his waist and holding them there for a few seconds.
"No," she insisted. "I want to take my time, and get to know your body."
He bent his head into her neck, sliding his tongue along the column of her throat. She tasted like strawberries. "But I want you now," he breathed.
"I want you, too. Not much longer, I promise." Lily released his hands. Seconds later the belt came loose. He felt the thrill of his trousers opening followed by her fingers reaching in and wrapping around his pulsing hot flesh to pull it out. He heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Merlin's beard, you're huge!"
Scorpius chuckled. He kissed the side of her neck. "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"Definitely a good thing. I'm very flexible, you know. Quidditch workouts might be a pain in the arse sometimes, but they can be highly beneficial in other ways."
"Oh fuck, Lily..." Scorpius grunted. He thrust into her hands. His skin was on fire, tingling from his hairline to his toes. Her hands tightened around his cock and she slowly began to run her palms along the length, feeling every ridge with patience that was, for Scorpius, excruciating. He watched her face, admiring the curve of her cheekbones and her small mouth, which was slightly pursed in concentration. The tip of her tongue peeked out, tickled the side of her mouth, and then traced around her lips. "You are amazing," he murmured, even as he fought the urge to come in her hands.
"So are you," Lily said, lifting her eyes to his. She stood on her toes to kiss him, nicking his lower lip with her teeth before she flicked it with her tongue. Dropping his cock, she slowly unfastened the buttons on his shirt, spreading it open to run her hands across the planes of his chest. She kissed him right on his heart with such tenderness that it just about took his breath away. Her fingers fanned out over his nipples. "You really should be a Quidditch player. You definitely have the build for it." She raised her eyes to his.
"Thanks, but I think it's better for all concerned if I stick to reporting." He smiled back. "There's a reason I didn't make the house team at Hogwarts."
Lily giggled endearingly. She kissed him, and then she took his hands and led him toward the bench. While he watched she straddled the bench and then she lay back. "Come here."
Shedding his trousers, Scorpius stood over her with his cock in his hands, slowly stroking it as he took in the entire length of her body, savoring every curve. Lily smiled, her left hand drifting across her tits while the other hand teased the hair between her legs. She touched herself there, and her body twitched. She moaned. Then she opened her legs a little more, and peeled back her lips so he could see her finger stroke the swollen nub of her clit. She slipped two more fingers inside, digging deeply. Meanwhile her left hand cupped her tit, pushing it up and kneading it like dough. The first two fingers of her hand closed around the nipple, and she fondled it while her eyes remained trained right on him. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
Suddenly Lily cried out, and her back arched off the bench with her tits thrust into the air. Her nipples were hard peaks. "Scorpius!"
He didn't need to be told twice. Bending his knees he started to guide his cock into her pussy. Her slender, athletic limbs spread to welcome his intrusion. He wasn't even halfway inside and she was stretched so much he was almost afraid she would split open. But she didn't say a word. She was wet and tight, clenching him hard. She grunted, digging her nails into his bum to pull him down. "Do it," she whined.
While at first he'd wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, now he wanted to relish it. His cock protested, and Lily protested, but he held his ground, pausing for a moment when he was halfway there. He focused on his slick cock submerged in her, and her long fingers pushing and rolling around her clit. Bending forward he took her hand away from her tit and replaced it with his mouth. He kissed her nipple, sucked it up into his mouth and laved it with his tongue.
"What are you doing, trying to bloody kill me?" Lily squeezed his bum. "Fuck me, you prat. You feel so good, I want to feel all of you."
So he lifted her a little bit off the bench, positioned her legs higher on his shoulders and pushed farther into her. She shrieked so loud it made his ears ring, and her voice bounced off the walls of the nearby showers but it was phenomenal and he loved it. Then his throat began to hurt; he realized that he had been screaming right along with her.
"Oh bugger, Lily...Fuck!" He reared up, arching his back to thrust as deep as he possibly could. His hips trembled with the effort, and his thighs ached.
"Keep moving! Don't stop!" Lily insisted, digging her nails into his lower back. The sensation of her nails breaking the skin spurred him on. Filled with a sudden rush of adrenaline he pumped in and out of her at an incredible speed. He felt like he had no control over his own body, and it was fantastic. Meanwhile Lily moaned beneath him, her breasts bouncing and rolling as he pummeled her. Then, without warning he burst free and exploded inside her so hard and so fast that it took his breath away. His heart pounded like a jackhammer while the blood pulsed in his ears.
When he finally caught his breath he saw her looking at him with tears rimming her eyes and a soft smile on her lips. "You look amazing when you come," she said. Her hips twitched, and she grunted a little under her breath. Her eyelids fluttered.
Scorpius bent over her. "That's because it's for you," he whispered. Then he kissed her slightly parted lips and tugged her lower lip with his teeth. His hands came up to cover her breasts, and he massaged them slowly. Her fingers brushed against his groin as she worked her clit. He rolled his hips forward a little to nudge her hand, and she gasped with pleasure. He felt his cock begin to come to life again inside her. "Now come for me, Lily."
Lily's breath quickened, and she arched her back. The movement of her fingers became more deliberate. Her eyes rolled back halfway into her head. She clenched her jaw, her hips tightened, and then she let go.
Scorpius held her as she climaxed, kissing her hard when she began to scream. When she was done he lifted her up into his arms. Lily nestled her head under his chin. He kissed her damp hair, running his fingers through it.
For a long time they just sat there, aware of nothing but each other. Then Lily looked up. "So, how about that interview?" she asked jokingly. Scorpius smiled. He took her face in his hands and then he kissed her deeply.
"I think I've got all the information I need," he murmured.