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ashleyfanficTitle: Stolen Moments
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashleyfanfic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Scorpius/Rose and mentions of Draco/Astoria and Hermione/Ron
A/N: This is unbeta-ed. I read over it, but that's sketchy at best! I hope everyone likes this as it is my first attempt at Scorpius/Rose.
Summary: Scorpius and Rose find time together at a party held at Malfoy Manor. Somewhat based off this picture.
Rose could feel a pair of eyes on her. She was currently in Malfoy Manor’s packed ballroom, standing beside her mother who was conversing with an official from the Ministry. Her father had walked away long ago, mentioning something about the buffet. Hugo was currently at Hogwarts, finishing up his last term, which made him unavailable to attend the party. Rose came along at the bequest of her parents and her best friend, Scorpius. She had yet to see the later, however.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched and began looking around the room to see if she could find the person. When she caught sight of blond hair and blue eyes, she smiled. Scorpius was standing close to the large doors of the ballroom, wearing what looked to be a Muggle tuxedo. He really was quite dashing. The white jacket mixed with the black bow tie and black trousers was a stunning combination mixed with platinum hair and his mother’s darker colouring. She was momentarily speechless as he gave her a smile and held up his champagne flute to her.
She smiled at her mother and muttered a brief ‘excuse me’, before she began picking her way through the crowd. She wasn’t one to wear formal robes to events like this. Much like her mother, she chose Muggle fashion, which offered more variety and more comfort. In that vein, the red dress she’d chose for the evening was exquisite. She felt quite trim in it as it did show off her curves. Unlike her mother at her age, Rose was very comfortable in her own skin. She’d been one to wear things shorter and tighter which often caused her mother to have a near panic on several occasions. Her father ignored it, and when she’d broached the topic with her mother, she got a thirty minute discussion on why she shouldn’t do things like dress ‘risqué’ just to get attention from her father. That wasn’t why she did it. She was one who liked attention, period.
She made her way over to her friend and smiled as she finally stood in front of him. “Am I glad to see you,” she said as she took his flute from him and downed his champagne.
He raised an eyebrow at the empty glass she handed back to him. “There are trays floating around the ballroom and you have to drink mine?”
She smiled and nodded. “I know how much you don’t like for me to do it,” she said as she turned to stand beside him, making her able to scan the ballroom. “How long have you been down here?”
“Fifteen minutes,” he answered. “How long have you been here?”
“Over an hour and a half,” she grumbled. “You know my mum. She would have been here when they were setting up tables had dad not distracted her with a mess in the kitchen.”
He looked over at her. “What sort of mess?”
“He tried to put a whole coconut into the blender, and he’s been told more than once not to use the kitchen appliances without supervision, and next thing you know, there’s a small fire and coconut everywhere.”
“Where did your father get a coconut?” he asked, confused.
“No idea. Mum didn’t buy them and he doesn’t go to the grocery store alone,” she said with a bit of a smile. “I really think he did it to distract her from being anxious. Your house still makes her nervous,” she said softly, both knowing of the terror that her mother had suffered in the walls by his father’s Aunt.
“Miss Weasley,” a voice interrupted from behind Scorpius, “a pleasure to see you again.”
They both turned to see Draco standing in the doorway. “Hello, Mister Malfoy,” she said with a smile.
“Scorpius, how kind of you to grace us with your presence,” he said, rolling his eyes as he took in the party before them. “Be the good son that you are and start off the evening’s festivities with a dance with Miss Weasley, please.”
“But…that’s what you and mother always do,” he said as he caught sight of his mother standing with her sister and a few other of the high society wives discussing the new ring that Draco had bought for her.
“Yes, but it is high time you took over the tradition.” He plucked the flute from Scorpius’s hand and gave him a slight nudge. “No one else will start dancing until a Malfoy does, so go. Now.”
Scorpius turned to Rose and held out his hand. “Would you?”
She smiled and slipped her hand into his. She missed the look that he was shooting at his father as they made their way towards the dance floor.
“Are you trying play matchmaker with our children, Malfoy?” he heard from beside him. He turned to find Hermione standing at his side, watching her daughter and his son as they made their way to the floor.
“And have my line sullied with red hair and freckles?” he said as he grabbed a champagne flute for each of them and passed one over to Hermione.
“That wasn’t an answer to my question,” she said as she sipped the liquid.
He smirked. “Noticed that, did you? How very Slytherin,” he said as he took a sip of his own.
“Are you?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Not exactly.”
“Then what, exactly, are you up to?”
He looked over at her and shrugged. “I can tell that my son has more than friendly feelings for your daughter,” he said as they both watching Scorpius and Rose take a few spins around the floor before others began joining in.
Hermione bit her lip for a moment and tilted her head. “I think Rose feels the same way.”
He shook his head then looked to his wife. “Well, I hope she wises up before Astoria ever did. I thought the woman would never get the hint,” he said, the champagne and alcohol he’d had earlier loosening his tongue.
She laughed a bit. “I waited on Ron for what seemed like a lifetime.”
He looked over at her. “Ah, yes, where is your husband? Has he cleaned the buffet?”
She snorted into her champagne, then looked over at him. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”
“When have I ever been nice to him?” He shook his head. “I heard about his promotion. It’s about time,” he said as he set his glass on the tray.
“Yes, it did seem to take a while, but none of this will lead me from my first question. What exactly are you intending for my daughter and your son?”
“Nothing. I have no ill will or badly schemed plans in mind.”
“Pity. I thought this would be a more interesting conversation,” she said brightly.
He sighed. “I do hope for his sake that she wakes up. I’m tired of him moping around the house about it.”
“He’s moping, too?”
“Yes, and in every conversation he brings her up. You can’t do that to a Slytherin, especially one that was raised by Lucius Malfoy, and not have me pick up on the fact that he’s completely smitten with her.”
She smiled. “When it comes to affairs of the heart, I’m afraid that she’s much more like her father. Willing, at times, to go for superficiality over what your heart really wants,” she said with a frown. “But once she gets there, and I believe she will, then it should be wonderful for them both.”
He glanced over at her and nodded before he turned back to stare at the dance floor. “We could fix it for them and arrange the marriage.”
“I would never do that to my child,” she said with a huff.
“My parents did it to me. Saw that I was hopelessly pining for Astoria, who was having dinner with every wizard that gave her a glance, with the lone exception of me. So, they went to the Greengrass’s and struck up a deal.”
“I can’t imagine she was very happy about it?”
“Happy? No. She hexed my mouth shut so efficiently that I spent a week in St. Mungo’s until they could reverse the spell.” Hermione laughed and Draco blushed a bit. “She thought the arrangement was my idea. And her parents made her sit beside my bed the whole time. She wouldn’t give up the spell she used so they figured that she could at least keep me company. But I won her over eventually.”
Hermione was still grinning at the thought of Draco unable to speak. “And how did you do that?”
He furrowed his brow. “My winning personality.” She laughed again as he smiled. “No, we just spent so much time together, because her parents made her, that I think she got over her preconceived notions about me and just…changed.”
She watched her daughter laugh at something Scorpius said as he dipped her low. “Even though it worked out for you, I couldn’t force it on her.”
“I was merely joking. Besides, I’m not one who takes choice out of my child’s hands. Had it happen to me far too often in the past.”
She turned sympathetic eyes to her one time enemy. “You do realize the problem should they get together, though, right?”
“What problem is that?”
“Your pureblood streak will be broken,” she said as she looked him in the eye. “That was something you were once very keen to protect.”
He nodded. “Things change. I think they have to. He’s related to nearly all the purebloods in some way. Maybe our line needs new blood.”
She blinked several times. “If it wouldn’t piss off Astoria and have Ron hexing you, I’d kiss you for saying that.”
He blushed, which caused Hermione’s eyes to widen a bit. “Yeah, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea.”
She smiled. “Are you blushing?”
“Stuff it, Granger.”
“I’ve been married to Ron for years. I’m a Weasley, now, remember?”
He smirked. “You’ll always be Granger to me.”
*~*
Rose and Scorpius exited the ball room and he grabbed a bottle of champagne on his way out. He held her hand firmly in his as he led her away from the crowded ballroom and down a long hallway before making a quick left down another hallway. She was giggling, finding that a bit of the champagne had gone to her head. “Where are we going?” she asked.
He stopped and put his finger to his lips, a smile on his face. “We don’t want to get caught sneaking away, do we?” he whispered.
She shook her head and he opened a door to reveal a small study. The book shelves behind the desk were stuffed to the brim with books, and she quickly made her way over to examine some of the titles. She turned back to him when a glass of champagne was presented to her. “Where are we?”
He smiled. “This is my study. I just finished furnishing it yesterday.”
She moved over to his desk where several picture frames sat. The one which caught her attention was of them sitting on the hill beside the lake at Hogwarts. She had her head rested on his thigh and he was leaned back on his hands staring out at the water. Lily had taken it and given them each a copy for Christmas. She lifted it and smiled as a bit of wind seemed to blow through on the picture and ruffled his hair. “I love this picture,” she said softly.
He had moved to stand behind her and looked over her shoulder at it and smiled. “So, do I.”
She could feel his breath on her neck and the heat radiating from his body. She placed the picture frame on the desk and turned to face him, then fiddled with his bow tie. “You look very dashing in your tux,” she said with a smile.
He reached up and pulled at the collar a bit. “Thank you. It does tend to pinch at the neck,” he said.
She sat on the edge of the desk, facing him and tilted her head. “What is this party for, again?”
“One of my father’s pet projects that involves most of the Ministry. I have no idea, really,” he said as he took a seat in his chair and raised his glass to her. “Do we really need a reason to celebrate?”
She shook her head, her ginger curls bouncing where they were bound at her crown. “No. But it would be helpful if we remember what it is we’re here for.”
“What we, as in you and I, are here for is support of family, and free booze.”
She giggled a bit. “Then here’s to free booze,” she said as she clinked her glass against his. She drank the gold liquid from the glass and placed it on the desk.
She then tilted her head at him and crossed her legs. He scooted forward in the chair and slowly ran his hand up along her calf beneath her dress. She let out a raspy breath as she leaned back on her hands to watch him as he removed one of her shoes, followed by the other.
“Do you think our parents realize that anything is going on between us?” she asked quietly as he began pushing her skirt up her legs.
He placed a kiss on her exposed knee and smiled up at her. “I certainly hope not. I wouldn’t want them to come searching for us, would you?”
She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed. “No. I really wouldn’t want that.”
He grasped her hips in his hands and pulled her to the edge of the desk. “Are you wearing knickers?” he asked as he began sliding his hands up along her thighs. She uncrossed her legs and placed a foot on each arm of his chair.
“No. They would show a line,” she said with a smirk. “And I knew that you would get off knowing that I wasn’t,” she gasped as he placed kisses along her inner thigh.
He pushed her skirt higher until she had to lift her hips for it to go any farther. She knew they were a sight to behold. He was completely dressed and she was situated on top of his new desk, her skirt bunched to her hips, with his pale blond head slowly kissing his way up her thighs. She couldn’t help the little mewls of appreciation that leaked from her lips. When he reached her sex, he leaned up and kissed her outer folds, bare of any hair. She moaned as his tongue found her clit. She leaned back on her elbows as he used his hands to push her thighs farther apart and scooted his chair closer.
His tongue tormented her, directly touching her clit which would shoot waves of pleasure through her entire body before he would withdraw to circle around it. “Oh, God, Scorpius,” she nearly screamed as she tossed her head back and closed her eyes, unable to control herself from thrusting against his face. When he thrust a finger inside her, she came. She opened her eyes and saw stars as he dropped down to her entrance and began to lap at her.
After a few moments of his tasting her, he stood and grabbed her behind the neck to pull her up towards him. His lips met hers and she moaned as she tasted herself on his lips. She pushed at his jacket, then ripped at his bow tie as his lips began moving down her jaw then her neck. He reached into his pocket and set a locking spell on the door. He dropped the piece of wood on the desk then went to work on the zipper of her dress. “I want you naked,” he muttered.
She helped him remove her dress and gave not a care at the wrinkles that could form in the fabric. In fact, all she cared about was the delicious sensation of his mouth making a line towards her breasts. She moaned as he cupped one and ran his thumb over the hard tip, then used his mouth on the other. She reached for his pants and scratched her fingers over the obvious bulge beneath the zipper. He moaned against her skin, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine.
She unfastened him and reached her hands inside his boxers to stroke him once before sending both pants and boxers to pool at his hips. She ripped at the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against hers. It caused him to pull away from her momentarily as he slipped out of it, then he was on her again.
“Please, Scorpius,” she panted against his skin.
He bent his knees and rubbed his cock against her entrance, both of them moaning at the contact. She brought his mouth against hers and slid her tongue against his lips. He slid inside her and she gasped. She clutched his shoulders as he slid his hands beneath her thighs, spreading her open as he began thrusting inside her. She closed her eyes as she brought his lips back to hers, moaning with every push back inside her. He lifted her in his arms and sat in his chair, her legs hanging over the arms as his hands moved over her sides to grasp her hips and guide her over him.
She began rolling her hips towards his, faster than his earlier movements. She put her hands on his knees to help support her while he leaned forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned loudly as he bit her and she knew she would have teeth marks on the skin.
One of his hands moved over her stomach to the juncture of her thighs and his finger found her clit. He circled around it at first and then flicked over it a few times. She screamed his name as she moved harder and faster still, wanting him to come. “Scorpius,” she moaned again and she could feel sweat drifting down her back from her hairline. She moved one hand behind his neck and gave one hard thrust and he clenched her hips in his hands as he came.
She groaned and rested her head against his shoulder. His hands moved over her back as he placed several kisses along her neck to her ear. “I like your new furniture,” she said as she lifted her head to smile at him.
“Thanks for helping me break it in,” he said as he tugged on one loose curl. “Think anyone has missed us?”
She shrugged. “There are probably three hundred people in that room to distract anyone that would be trying to find us.”
“Right,” he said as he kissed her chin. “How long are we going to keep this a secret?” he asked.
She tilted her head and shrugged. “I kind of like the secret. It makes it naughtier,” she said with a smile.
He nodded and grinned. “That it does. I suppose we should get dressed and head back to the party,” he said as his hands moved over her thighs.
She nodded and he helped her stand before he did and they started to dress. She wiped at the sweat still settled at her brow and sighed. “Do I look like I’ve been exerting myself?”
He smirked as he looked at her. “No. Only I will know that the color in your cheeks is from being thoroughly shagged.”
She turned her back to him and he zipped her up before he used his wand on the buttons of his shirt to repair them. They finished dressing and left the study to return to the party.
*~*
It was near midnight when Hermione and Ron informed Rose they were ready to leave. She was currently in the middle of a dance with Scorpius and was loathe to leave his arms. However, when she saw the look on her father’s face, she pulled away and moved over to them. “We’re getting ready to leave.
She looked over her shoulder as Scorpius and nodded. “Alright,” she said as they started making their way towards the door. Scorpius escorted them, his hand at the small of Rose’s back as he guided her through the room. “Oh, Rose,” he said as he stopped and both she and her parents turned to look at him. “I forgot to give you that book you asked to borrow.”
They stopped at the front door and Rose turned to her parents. “I’ll be right back,” she said as her parents stood waiting at the door and she followed him to the library. As the door closed behind them, he brought her lips against his and pulled her flush against his body.
“Are you going to attempt to sneak out?” he whispered.
She nodded and brought his lips to hers once more. “Attempt? I plan to succeed. I’ll meet you in your room in an hour.”
He grinned and looked over at the shelf and reached for a book. “I don’t suppose you can go out there with a book on fertility charms?”
She laughed and shook her head. “No.” He put it back and reached for another one.
“How about the history of the Goblin revolutions?”
She nodded. “That would work,” she said as she took it from him and allowed him to open the door for her and they made their way back to her parents.
Hermione smiled and peered at the book. “You need a book on the Goblin Revolutions?” she asked.
Rose nodded. “Yes. I plan to use the topic in some research I’m doing for the bank. The Goblins always like it when you can toss in facts about their pasts and how they are our equals if not superiors. Makes things go easier.”
Ron turned to Hermione. “Shall we? I’m knackered.”
Hermione and Ron apparated home and Rose gave Scorpius a heated look before she popped away.
*~*
Rose had waited thirty minutes, changed into a naughty piece of black lingerie that was sheer and waited for her parents to go to bed. She gave it another thirty to make sure they didn’t come looking for her as she stayed in her room, wearing flannel pyjamas over the teddy. When the clock struck one, she apparated directly to Scorpius’s room. He’d been able to alter the wards to allow her to go directly there in order to hide their affair.
When she entered, she found that he wasn’t in the room and stripped her flannel pyjamas to the floor and waited. Rose climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows, thinking of all the naughty things she wanted him to do to her once he arrived.
She closed her eyes briefly and soon she was sleeping softly. When she awoke, it was to the feeling of lips travelling over her body. She looked down to see Scorpius, fully naked, hovering over her. “Did I wake you?” he asked gruffly, and without a bit of remorse in his tone.
She smiled and pushed him to his back. “You did. Now I think you should make it up to me,” she said before her lips closed over his.
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scorpius_rose
Author:
ashleyfanficRating: NC-17
Pairing: Scorpius/Rose and mentions of Draco/Astoria and Hermione/Ron
A/N: This is unbeta-ed. I read over it, but that's sketchy at best! I hope everyone likes this as it is my first attempt at Scorpius/Rose.
Summary: Scorpius and Rose find time together at a party held at Malfoy Manor. Somewhat based off this picture.
Rose could feel a pair of eyes on her. She was currently in Malfoy Manor’s packed ballroom, standing beside her mother who was conversing with an official from the Ministry. Her father had walked away long ago, mentioning something about the buffet. Hugo was currently at Hogwarts, finishing up his last term, which made him unavailable to attend the party. Rose came along at the bequest of her parents and her best friend, Scorpius. She had yet to see the later, however.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched and began looking around the room to see if she could find the person. When she caught sight of blond hair and blue eyes, she smiled. Scorpius was standing close to the large doors of the ballroom, wearing what looked to be a Muggle tuxedo. He really was quite dashing. The white jacket mixed with the black bow tie and black trousers was a stunning combination mixed with platinum hair and his mother’s darker colouring. She was momentarily speechless as he gave her a smile and held up his champagne flute to her.
She smiled at her mother and muttered a brief ‘excuse me’, before she began picking her way through the crowd. She wasn’t one to wear formal robes to events like this. Much like her mother, she chose Muggle fashion, which offered more variety and more comfort. In that vein, the red dress she’d chose for the evening was exquisite. She felt quite trim in it as it did show off her curves. Unlike her mother at her age, Rose was very comfortable in her own skin. She’d been one to wear things shorter and tighter which often caused her mother to have a near panic on several occasions. Her father ignored it, and when she’d broached the topic with her mother, she got a thirty minute discussion on why she shouldn’t do things like dress ‘risqué’ just to get attention from her father. That wasn’t why she did it. She was one who liked attention, period.
She made her way over to her friend and smiled as she finally stood in front of him. “Am I glad to see you,” she said as she took his flute from him and downed his champagne.
He raised an eyebrow at the empty glass she handed back to him. “There are trays floating around the ballroom and you have to drink mine?”
She smiled and nodded. “I know how much you don’t like for me to do it,” she said as she turned to stand beside him, making her able to scan the ballroom. “How long have you been down here?”
“Fifteen minutes,” he answered. “How long have you been here?”
“Over an hour and a half,” she grumbled. “You know my mum. She would have been here when they were setting up tables had dad not distracted her with a mess in the kitchen.”
He looked over at her. “What sort of mess?”
“He tried to put a whole coconut into the blender, and he’s been told more than once not to use the kitchen appliances without supervision, and next thing you know, there’s a small fire and coconut everywhere.”
“Where did your father get a coconut?” he asked, confused.
“No idea. Mum didn’t buy them and he doesn’t go to the grocery store alone,” she said with a bit of a smile. “I really think he did it to distract her from being anxious. Your house still makes her nervous,” she said softly, both knowing of the terror that her mother had suffered in the walls by his father’s Aunt.
“Miss Weasley,” a voice interrupted from behind Scorpius, “a pleasure to see you again.”
They both turned to see Draco standing in the doorway. “Hello, Mister Malfoy,” she said with a smile.
“Scorpius, how kind of you to grace us with your presence,” he said, rolling his eyes as he took in the party before them. “Be the good son that you are and start off the evening’s festivities with a dance with Miss Weasley, please.”
“But…that’s what you and mother always do,” he said as he caught sight of his mother standing with her sister and a few other of the high society wives discussing the new ring that Draco had bought for her.
“Yes, but it is high time you took over the tradition.” He plucked the flute from Scorpius’s hand and gave him a slight nudge. “No one else will start dancing until a Malfoy does, so go. Now.”
Scorpius turned to Rose and held out his hand. “Would you?”
She smiled and slipped her hand into his. She missed the look that he was shooting at his father as they made their way towards the dance floor.
“Are you trying play matchmaker with our children, Malfoy?” he heard from beside him. He turned to find Hermione standing at his side, watching her daughter and his son as they made their way to the floor.
“And have my line sullied with red hair and freckles?” he said as he grabbed a champagne flute for each of them and passed one over to Hermione.
“That wasn’t an answer to my question,” she said as she sipped the liquid.
He smirked. “Noticed that, did you? How very Slytherin,” he said as he took a sip of his own.
“Are you?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Not exactly.”
“Then what, exactly, are you up to?”
He looked over at her and shrugged. “I can tell that my son has more than friendly feelings for your daughter,” he said as they both watching Scorpius and Rose take a few spins around the floor before others began joining in.
Hermione bit her lip for a moment and tilted her head. “I think Rose feels the same way.”
He shook his head then looked to his wife. “Well, I hope she wises up before Astoria ever did. I thought the woman would never get the hint,” he said, the champagne and alcohol he’d had earlier loosening his tongue.
She laughed a bit. “I waited on Ron for what seemed like a lifetime.”
He looked over at her. “Ah, yes, where is your husband? Has he cleaned the buffet?”
She snorted into her champagne, then looked over at him. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”
“When have I ever been nice to him?” He shook his head. “I heard about his promotion. It’s about time,” he said as he set his glass on the tray.
“Yes, it did seem to take a while, but none of this will lead me from my first question. What exactly are you intending for my daughter and your son?”
“Nothing. I have no ill will or badly schemed plans in mind.”
“Pity. I thought this would be a more interesting conversation,” she said brightly.
He sighed. “I do hope for his sake that she wakes up. I’m tired of him moping around the house about it.”
“He’s moping, too?”
“Yes, and in every conversation he brings her up. You can’t do that to a Slytherin, especially one that was raised by Lucius Malfoy, and not have me pick up on the fact that he’s completely smitten with her.”
She smiled. “When it comes to affairs of the heart, I’m afraid that she’s much more like her father. Willing, at times, to go for superficiality over what your heart really wants,” she said with a frown. “But once she gets there, and I believe she will, then it should be wonderful for them both.”
He glanced over at her and nodded before he turned back to stare at the dance floor. “We could fix it for them and arrange the marriage.”
“I would never do that to my child,” she said with a huff.
“My parents did it to me. Saw that I was hopelessly pining for Astoria, who was having dinner with every wizard that gave her a glance, with the lone exception of me. So, they went to the Greengrass’s and struck up a deal.”
“I can’t imagine she was very happy about it?”
“Happy? No. She hexed my mouth shut so efficiently that I spent a week in St. Mungo’s until they could reverse the spell.” Hermione laughed and Draco blushed a bit. “She thought the arrangement was my idea. And her parents made her sit beside my bed the whole time. She wouldn’t give up the spell she used so they figured that she could at least keep me company. But I won her over eventually.”
Hermione was still grinning at the thought of Draco unable to speak. “And how did you do that?”
He furrowed his brow. “My winning personality.” She laughed again as he smiled. “No, we just spent so much time together, because her parents made her, that I think she got over her preconceived notions about me and just…changed.”
She watched her daughter laugh at something Scorpius said as he dipped her low. “Even though it worked out for you, I couldn’t force it on her.”
“I was merely joking. Besides, I’m not one who takes choice out of my child’s hands. Had it happen to me far too often in the past.”
She turned sympathetic eyes to her one time enemy. “You do realize the problem should they get together, though, right?”
“What problem is that?”
“Your pureblood streak will be broken,” she said as she looked him in the eye. “That was something you were once very keen to protect.”
He nodded. “Things change. I think they have to. He’s related to nearly all the purebloods in some way. Maybe our line needs new blood.”
She blinked several times. “If it wouldn’t piss off Astoria and have Ron hexing you, I’d kiss you for saying that.”
He blushed, which caused Hermione’s eyes to widen a bit. “Yeah, that probably wouldn’t be a good idea.”
She smiled. “Are you blushing?”
“Stuff it, Granger.”
“I’ve been married to Ron for years. I’m a Weasley, now, remember?”
He smirked. “You’ll always be Granger to me.”
*~*
Rose and Scorpius exited the ball room and he grabbed a bottle of champagne on his way out. He held her hand firmly in his as he led her away from the crowded ballroom and down a long hallway before making a quick left down another hallway. She was giggling, finding that a bit of the champagne had gone to her head. “Where are we going?” she asked.
He stopped and put his finger to his lips, a smile on his face. “We don’t want to get caught sneaking away, do we?” he whispered.
She shook her head and he opened a door to reveal a small study. The book shelves behind the desk were stuffed to the brim with books, and she quickly made her way over to examine some of the titles. She turned back to him when a glass of champagne was presented to her. “Where are we?”
He smiled. “This is my study. I just finished furnishing it yesterday.”
She moved over to his desk where several picture frames sat. The one which caught her attention was of them sitting on the hill beside the lake at Hogwarts. She had her head rested on his thigh and he was leaned back on his hands staring out at the water. Lily had taken it and given them each a copy for Christmas. She lifted it and smiled as a bit of wind seemed to blow through on the picture and ruffled his hair. “I love this picture,” she said softly.
He had moved to stand behind her and looked over her shoulder at it and smiled. “So, do I.”
She could feel his breath on her neck and the heat radiating from his body. She placed the picture frame on the desk and turned to face him, then fiddled with his bow tie. “You look very dashing in your tux,” she said with a smile.
He reached up and pulled at the collar a bit. “Thank you. It does tend to pinch at the neck,” he said.
She sat on the edge of the desk, facing him and tilted her head. “What is this party for, again?”
“One of my father’s pet projects that involves most of the Ministry. I have no idea, really,” he said as he took a seat in his chair and raised his glass to her. “Do we really need a reason to celebrate?”
She shook her head, her ginger curls bouncing where they were bound at her crown. “No. But it would be helpful if we remember what it is we’re here for.”
“What we, as in you and I, are here for is support of family, and free booze.”
She giggled a bit. “Then here’s to free booze,” she said as she clinked her glass against his. She drank the gold liquid from the glass and placed it on the desk.
She then tilted her head at him and crossed her legs. He scooted forward in the chair and slowly ran his hand up along her calf beneath her dress. She let out a raspy breath as she leaned back on her hands to watch him as he removed one of her shoes, followed by the other.
“Do you think our parents realize that anything is going on between us?” she asked quietly as he began pushing her skirt up her legs.
He placed a kiss on her exposed knee and smiled up at her. “I certainly hope not. I wouldn’t want them to come searching for us, would you?”
She ran her fingers through his hair and sighed. “No. I really wouldn’t want that.”
He grasped her hips in his hands and pulled her to the edge of the desk. “Are you wearing knickers?” he asked as he began sliding his hands up along her thighs. She uncrossed her legs and placed a foot on each arm of his chair.
“No. They would show a line,” she said with a smirk. “And I knew that you would get off knowing that I wasn’t,” she gasped as he placed kisses along her inner thigh.
He pushed her skirt higher until she had to lift her hips for it to go any farther. She knew they were a sight to behold. He was completely dressed and she was situated on top of his new desk, her skirt bunched to her hips, with his pale blond head slowly kissing his way up her thighs. She couldn’t help the little mewls of appreciation that leaked from her lips. When he reached her sex, he leaned up and kissed her outer folds, bare of any hair. She moaned as his tongue found her clit. She leaned back on her elbows as he used his hands to push her thighs farther apart and scooted his chair closer.
His tongue tormented her, directly touching her clit which would shoot waves of pleasure through her entire body before he would withdraw to circle around it. “Oh, God, Scorpius,” she nearly screamed as she tossed her head back and closed her eyes, unable to control herself from thrusting against his face. When he thrust a finger inside her, she came. She opened her eyes and saw stars as he dropped down to her entrance and began to lap at her.
After a few moments of his tasting her, he stood and grabbed her behind the neck to pull her up towards him. His lips met hers and she moaned as she tasted herself on his lips. She pushed at his jacket, then ripped at his bow tie as his lips began moving down her jaw then her neck. He reached into his pocket and set a locking spell on the door. He dropped the piece of wood on the desk then went to work on the zipper of her dress. “I want you naked,” he muttered.
She helped him remove her dress and gave not a care at the wrinkles that could form in the fabric. In fact, all she cared about was the delicious sensation of his mouth making a line towards her breasts. She moaned as he cupped one and ran his thumb over the hard tip, then used his mouth on the other. She reached for his pants and scratched her fingers over the obvious bulge beneath the zipper. He moaned against her skin, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine.
She unfastened him and reached her hands inside his boxers to stroke him once before sending both pants and boxers to pool at his hips. She ripped at the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against hers. It caused him to pull away from her momentarily as he slipped out of it, then he was on her again.
“Please, Scorpius,” she panted against his skin.
He bent his knees and rubbed his cock against her entrance, both of them moaning at the contact. She brought his mouth against hers and slid her tongue against his lips. He slid inside her and she gasped. She clutched his shoulders as he slid his hands beneath her thighs, spreading her open as he began thrusting inside her. She closed her eyes as she brought his lips back to hers, moaning with every push back inside her. He lifted her in his arms and sat in his chair, her legs hanging over the arms as his hands moved over her sides to grasp her hips and guide her over him.
She began rolling her hips towards his, faster than his earlier movements. She put her hands on his knees to help support her while he leaned forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned loudly as he bit her and she knew she would have teeth marks on the skin.
One of his hands moved over her stomach to the juncture of her thighs and his finger found her clit. He circled around it at first and then flicked over it a few times. She screamed his name as she moved harder and faster still, wanting him to come. “Scorpius,” she moaned again and she could feel sweat drifting down her back from her hairline. She moved one hand behind his neck and gave one hard thrust and he clenched her hips in his hands as he came.
She groaned and rested her head against his shoulder. His hands moved over her back as he placed several kisses along her neck to her ear. “I like your new furniture,” she said as she lifted her head to smile at him.
“Thanks for helping me break it in,” he said as he tugged on one loose curl. “Think anyone has missed us?”
She shrugged. “There are probably three hundred people in that room to distract anyone that would be trying to find us.”
“Right,” he said as he kissed her chin. “How long are we going to keep this a secret?” he asked.
She tilted her head and shrugged. “I kind of like the secret. It makes it naughtier,” she said with a smile.
He nodded and grinned. “That it does. I suppose we should get dressed and head back to the party,” he said as his hands moved over her thighs.
She nodded and he helped her stand before he did and they started to dress. She wiped at the sweat still settled at her brow and sighed. “Do I look like I’ve been exerting myself?”
He smirked as he looked at her. “No. Only I will know that the color in your cheeks is from being thoroughly shagged.”
She turned her back to him and he zipped her up before he used his wand on the buttons of his shirt to repair them. They finished dressing and left the study to return to the party.
*~*
It was near midnight when Hermione and Ron informed Rose they were ready to leave. She was currently in the middle of a dance with Scorpius and was loathe to leave his arms. However, when she saw the look on her father’s face, she pulled away and moved over to them. “We’re getting ready to leave.
She looked over her shoulder as Scorpius and nodded. “Alright,” she said as they started making their way towards the door. Scorpius escorted them, his hand at the small of Rose’s back as he guided her through the room. “Oh, Rose,” he said as he stopped and both she and her parents turned to look at him. “I forgot to give you that book you asked to borrow.”
They stopped at the front door and Rose turned to her parents. “I’ll be right back,” she said as her parents stood waiting at the door and she followed him to the library. As the door closed behind them, he brought her lips against his and pulled her flush against his body.
“Are you going to attempt to sneak out?” he whispered.
She nodded and brought his lips to hers once more. “Attempt? I plan to succeed. I’ll meet you in your room in an hour.”
He grinned and looked over at the shelf and reached for a book. “I don’t suppose you can go out there with a book on fertility charms?”
She laughed and shook her head. “No.” He put it back and reached for another one.
“How about the history of the Goblin revolutions?”
She nodded. “That would work,” she said as she took it from him and allowed him to open the door for her and they made their way back to her parents.
Hermione smiled and peered at the book. “You need a book on the Goblin Revolutions?” she asked.
Rose nodded. “Yes. I plan to use the topic in some research I’m doing for the bank. The Goblins always like it when you can toss in facts about their pasts and how they are our equals if not superiors. Makes things go easier.”
Ron turned to Hermione. “Shall we? I’m knackered.”
Hermione and Ron apparated home and Rose gave Scorpius a heated look before she popped away.
*~*
Rose had waited thirty minutes, changed into a naughty piece of black lingerie that was sheer and waited for her parents to go to bed. She gave it another thirty to make sure they didn’t come looking for her as she stayed in her room, wearing flannel pyjamas over the teddy. When the clock struck one, she apparated directly to Scorpius’s room. He’d been able to alter the wards to allow her to go directly there in order to hide their affair.
When she entered, she found that he wasn’t in the room and stripped her flannel pyjamas to the floor and waited. Rose climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows, thinking of all the naughty things she wanted him to do to her once he arrived.
She closed her eyes briefly and soon she was sleeping softly. When she awoke, it was to the feeling of lips travelling over her body. She looked down to see Scorpius, fully naked, hovering over her. “Did I wake you?” he asked gruffly, and without a bit of remorse in his tone.
She smiled and pushed him to his back. “You did. Now I think you should make it up to me,” she said before her lips closed over his.
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