Special delivery for lunalovepotter Title: Like Most Traditional Love Stories (except… not) (part 2) Author: Recipient's LJ name:lunalovepotter Pairing(s): Scorpius/Rose Rating: NC-17 Summary The prospect of a weekend-long conference in Paris was bad enough, Rose thought. Of course, the fates had to just make her life as difficult as possible, by making her go with Scorpius Malfoy. Word Count: 11,060 (or so) Warnings/Content: Smex, of course. Some swearing. Disclaimer: JK Rowling’s work. Not mine. I just like to make the characters get busy.
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“So,” Scorpius asked her an hour and a half later, after a hearty dinner had been consumed and plates of chocolate gateau had been placed in front of them, “was this weekend at least somewhat better than what it would have been, had you stayed in England?”
Rose stared at him for what she swore must have been at least a minute, and when he didn’t seem to get it, replied, “Um, were you at the same conference as me? If I wanted to see snooty old people arguing for two days straight I’d just arrange to have my mother argue with your father.” She took a bite of gateau and closed her eyes. The cake put everything the English deigned to call ‘cake’ to absolute shame.
“Maybe. Your mother’s pretty hot though, and none of the old people in the conference can claim to have that magnificent a rack.”
“Oh, Merlin.” Rose raked a hand through her unruly hair. “Have you no shame? Those are my mother’s breasts you’re talking about.”
“So?” Scorpius lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke in her face before continuing. “Like mother, like daughter, and there’s nothing weird or fetish-y about appreciating your tits.”
“Maybe not for you,” Rose said, adjusting her jumper to cover more of her chest.
Scorpius smiled. “You don’t seem to like it when other people look at you appreciatively. Why is that? Most girls I know are only too happy to show themselves off.”
“Yes, well, most girls you know are probably able to spend a lot more time and money making themselves look hot than I am.”
“Perhaps,” Scorpius agreed, biting into a forkful of gateau and chewing it thoughtfully. Rose had to look at her plate while he did that – she was not the type to normally think that a person eating was attractive. But Scorpius made it incredibly nice to watch. He was a slower eater than most, and he seemed to savour every mouthful, licking his lips and chewing thoroughly before swallowing. He was very much a creature of decadence – the type that sought out only the best food, wine, clothing and company, and accepted nothing other than the best. It was snooty, to say the least, and one of Scorpius’ many character traits that she found frustrating beyond belief. But it was sexy too. She would be lying to herself if she denied that.
“The thing is though,” Scorpius continued, having finished his mouthful of cake, “you don’t really need to spend all of that time and money.”
“Don’t I?” Rose asked. “And why is that?”
“Because you’re hotter than all of them.”
Rose opened her mouth to retort scathingly, but stopped short at the sight of Scorpius’ face. He was looking at her in a way that she had not seen since NEWT year, when they had been studying furiously for exams. He was being completely serious. And for once, Rose did not know how to respond to him.
They sat there, looking at each other for a good while. At least, Rose felt like she was staring at him for a good while. Eventually Scorpius smiled and leaned back. Rose blinked a few times and returned to her cake, confused as hell.
It was Scorpius who broke the silence, which lasted until both of them had finished their dessert. “Are you ready?” he asked, standing up and pulling on his jacket.
Ready? Rose thought. “For what?”
“For having some fun?”
~*~
“Fun?” Rose asked, looking around the dark, crowded room in disgust.
It was nearly midnight. Scorpius had taken her to a bar, and then to another bar, and then to another. He spent a good half an hour at each bar telling her that she was going on what was called a ‘bar crawl’, which promptly stopped whenever she finally got fed up and hit him, telling him that she was perfectly aware of what a bar crawl is, and him replying that she goes out so seldom that he just wanted to make sure. Although he was admittedly right about her not going out very often, she did enjoy going to the odd bar, and the bars Scorpius had taken her to had nice atmospheres and were pretty clean. After drinking several cocktails, she could even say that she was quite happily buzzed.
The buzz all seemed to leave her, however, when Scorpius pulled her into the Muggle club.
She could not believe that Muggles actually came to these places. Frequently, if Scorpius was to be believed (which he probably was). They were standing in a large, dark room. Artificial beams of light were shooting from all across the ceiling, achieving the task of looking pretty and yet failing abysmally at lighting the room. To one side was a raised platform, on which stood a man with more facial piercings than Hugo’s gothic ex-girlfriend. The man was operating a variety of electrical instruments on a table in front of him. She assumed that it was this man who was causing the nauseatingly loud music, that was blasting out of several speakers dotted around the room. In the centre of the room was what Rose was absolutely sure had to be the entire population of Paris aged between 18-25, all dressed in trendy, generally skimpy clothing (or at least without shirts on, in the case of many of the men) and moving against each other, vaguely to the tune of the music. The few people who weren’t doing this weird dancing were standing in line at the bar, screaming their orders at the bartenders, who, Rose noticed with amusement, were wearing Muggle earplugs. The place smelled of sweat and alcohol, and what little of the floor Rose could see looked sticky and was littered with plastic cups and beer bottles.
This place, in short, was utterly revolting. Rose could not even begin to fathom why Scorpius thought that she would want to come here.
“Fun?” she repeated, when Scorpius did not answer her the first time.
Scorpius grinned at her, before handing over a device Rose recognised from Uncle George’s shop. They were mini ear plugs, which when inserted into the ears blocked off other noises while amplifying the voices of anybody else wearing earplugs of the same calibration. She stuck her set into her ears and waited for Scorpius to do the same thing with his before yelling, as loudly as she could, “FUN?!”
“Ow!” Scorpius held his hands over his ears. A fruitless gesture, of course. “Come on, Weasley. You liked all the other places I took you.”
“Those other places were clean!” Rose exclaimed. “And relatively quiet, and not, well… that!” she pointed at the gyrating bodies. “Who the heck does this sort of thing on a Sunday night anyway? Don’t these people have work tomorrow?”
“If they’re Muggles, they probably don’t have university lectures until three in the afternoon, or something,” Scorpius answered. He took her arm and led her to a small circular table. “Wait here,” he said, before disappearing into the enormous crowd. He returned (unscathed, to Rose’s surprise) with a small tray holding six shots of clear liquid.
“I agree that these places are generally quite foul,” Scorpius said, passing three of the small glasses to her. “That is why everybody drinks; so the fact that these places are so revolting is not noticeable.”
“I see.” Rose took a glass, tipped her head back and downed the clear liquid in one go. As she coughed and spluttered from the sharp taste of the alcohol, Scorpius downed a shot himself. He, of course, did not cough and splutter at all.
“So,” Scorpius said, when Rose was able to breathe again. “Will you tell me why you and Simon broke up yet?”
Rose frowned at him. “What on earth makes you think I would tell you now, as opposed to last night?”
Scorpius shrugged. “I’ve taken you to more bars tonight, and you seem to have had a good time. Surely that gives me some points?”
“It would, sure, if you hadn’t then brought me here.” Rose downed another shot, this time just managing to avoid coughing. “Ahem. If it is so unsanitary-looking, why do Muggles come here, even if they are drunk?”
“The atmosphere,” Scorpius answered. “This is a place for young Muggles to be wild and go crazy. A place for them to get drunk and dance to loud music in extremely close proximity. They go for the buzz, or for the night out, to celebrate that they’re young and alive. And sometimes while they’re there, they’ll tell their incredibly doting friends why they broke up with their ex-boyfriends.”
Rose couldn’t help it; she smiled. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nuh-uh.” Scorpius downed another shot, and grinned at her. She tried her best not to focus too much on how perfectly straight, and therefore completely un-English, his teeth were. “I promise not to take the mickey out of you.”
Rose sighed, and tossed back her third shot. She was starting to feel the tingly buzz of tipsiness again, which was nice. She supposed it would be easier for her to just tell Scorpius the truth. After all, she could say what she wanted about Scorpius, but at least he wasn’t a gossiper. Even if he was, the truth was far less big a deal than any rumour he could make up.
“All right, fine,” she agreed, setting down her glass and ignoring Scorpius’ immature fist-pump of triumph. “It honestly is not that huge a thing. It’s not like one of us cheated, or he turned out to be gay or anything like that. He just … decided that he didn’t like me in that way anymore.”
“I see.” Scorpius’ long fingers were delicately stroking the sides of the glass still filled with alcohol. Rose watched his fingers as they moved up and down, slowly, gently, caressing the glass as though it were a lover’s hand. “So why have you kept so silent about it?”
Rose shrugged, still watching his fingers. “I guess I’m embarrassed. The reason for breaking up was not embarrassing, but my continuing reaction to it is.”
“Reaction?”
“Yeah. I can’t sleep. I’m always late for work, and I’m often distracted. I know eventually I’ll be all right. But for now, it’s difficult, because I, well … I haven’t loved anybody more. Ever.”
Rose blinked, surprised at herself. She hadn’t told anybody that part of the story. Not even Hugo, who was oddly good to talk to about that sort of thing, for a brother. She dragged her eyes away from Scorpius’ fingers and looked at his face. He was looking at her curiously, as though she was an enigma he had yet to figure out. It was an odd expression for him, since he normally had something figured out as soon as it was presented to him. But, his eyebrows were drawn together in evident sympathy as well, which Rose had to admit was nice. Maybe Scorpius knew a little something about unrequited love?
After a moment or two of silence, Scorpius pushed the glass he had been fondling toward her. “I think you need this more than I do,” he said.
Rose opened her mouth to argue, and closed it again when no credible rebuttal came to her. She took the glass and downed it, grimacing at the taste. The alcohol travelled quickly through her, giving her just the right amount of extra tingles. She felt pretty good, despite the story she had just told.
“Do you want to dance?” Scorpius asked her.
Rose stared at him, surprised for two reasons. One, if ever a conversation had been crying out for a segue, and had not received one, that was it. Two, exactly how drunk did he think she was?
“Um, absolutely not,” she said.
Typically, Scorpius ignored her. He slid off his chair, crossed the table, placed his hand on top of hers and pulled her out of her chair. She would dearly have loved to wrench her hand away, but she found herself unable to do it. It was a relatively meagre gesture on his part, but, probably because he had never held her hand before, it felt surprisingly intimate. And it was a nice kind of intimacy, even though it was with Scorpius. Indeed, it was a nice kind of intimacy, because it was with Scorpius. That realisation hit Rose like a tonne of bricks, and her head whirled with a confusion not caused by the alcohol. She wondered, not for the first time that day, what was happening to her.
Scorpius pulled her towards the crowd, and without any warning, dived right in. Rose gave a shout of protest which she was pretty sure he would have heard, but he ignored it. They fought through a sea of people until they found an empty spot. Scorpius came to a halt and pulled Rose until she was facing him.
“I’m not grinding my hips against you, all right?” she said to him.
“Bugger,” Scorpius answered. “I suppose I’ll have to get my required amount of hot-arse-against-groin action some other time, then.”
“What?”
“Just dance.”
The song currently playing was some hip hop number that Rose had a feeling she had heard the last time she was in Muggle London. She looked around and saw that the more conservative of the people around her were sort of bopping along, drunken smiles on their faces. She was not sure if she could imitate the drunken faces, but the bopping seemed relatively straight-forward. She began to move, and when she was not immediately met with a gale of laughter for her abysmal technique, she presumed it safe to continue.
Scorpius, she noticed, even managed to do this style of dancing with a ridiculous amount of grace. He moved like a trained dancer (and Rose realised that he probably was a trained dancer, to an extent) lifting his arms and gliding from side to side. He looked kind of silly, to be honest, and she had to stifle a chuckle.
After about ten minutes, during which time Rose wondered if this was it, and would she have to do it for much longer before she could go back to her seat, she felt a hand on her arm. She looked up and saw that Scorpius had been pushed much closer to her.
“Can I tell you something?” he asked.
“You can, thanks to these earplugs,” she answered.
“Yes, I thought you might like them. Anyway, I think Simon is an idiot.”
That was unexpected. “Er… I really don’t know how to respond to that.”
“You don’t have to respond,” Scorpius assured her. “I just wanted you to know.”
“Why do you think he’s an idiot?”
“Because,” Scorpius said, dragging a hand through his hair. Rose envied how his hand could go all the way through his thin strands and not get stuck, like her hand did whenever she did that, “it bamboozles me, how anybody could not like you ‘in that way’.”
Rose shrugged. “Maybe I’m rubbish in the sack, too.”
Scorpius snorted. “Yeah, that’s likely. Are you sure he wasn’t gay?”
She let out a shout of laughter, which he probably didn’t appreciate, with the earplugs and all. “He did listen to some pretty feminine music, now that I think about it. But I’ll be honest. I can be a bit of a headache. I think I’m generally a difficult person to like.”
When he didn’t reply, Rose stopped moving and looked up at him. He was staring at her as though she was absolutely crazy.
“What?” she asked. “What did I say?”
“What did you say?” Scorpius repeated. “Only about the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard since Father told me that a duck’s quack doesn’t echo.”
“It’s not that ridiculous,” Rose defended.
“Yes it is.”
“How is it?”
“Because,” he said, and Rose felt his hand on her arm. “If you are difficult to like, then why am I so in love with you?”
Rose felt her brain completely freeze. “You wha—“ she started to say, but was cut off by Scorpius’ mouth clamping down on hers.
It took about five seconds for her brain to reboot, and when it did, she pushed him away as forcefully as she could in the crowded space.
“Are… are you crazy?” she gasped, touching her lips with her fingers. They tingled, like she’d been playing a brass instrument for a long period of time.
“No,” Scorpius said, shaking his head. His hand slid down her arm, until his fingers found hers. “I’m not crazy, and neither are you. Admit it, Weasley. I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me this weekend. I saw how you reacted when I held your hand just before. You’re just as hot for me, now, as I’ve been for you for… Merlin knows how long. And I am going to take you back to our horrible hotel room that smells of feet, and make wild, passionate love to you on that lumpy mattress, and it’s going to be the best sex you’ve ever had, you’re going to completely forget that anybody named Simon ever existed, and you’re going to wonder why the bloody hell it has taken us so goddamned long.”
Rose could not believe she was hearing this. What Scorpius was saying was crazy … utterly crazy. She was only just beginning to accept that the two of them were friends, and that he was pretty damn attractive. She was not the type to jump into bed with someone she spent most of the day being irritated with.
And yet … she couldn’t pull her hand away from his. Again.
“I … I’m so not going to do that,” she said, breathlessly. He was way too close, and staring down at her, his normally pale blue eyes darker than normal. She could feel herself shaking, and she could not honestly say that the shaking had nothing to do with feelings of anticipation.
Maybe he felt her shaking, or maybe he just knew, but his reaction was to smirk at her, and whisper “Liar.”
~*~
As soon as they Apparated into their room, Scorpius’ lips were on hers again.
This time, she didn’t resist. To be fair, she was not entirely sure that she could have resisted if she’d wanted to. He was so tall, and so pale, and so … Scorpius … and as always, he was totally right. She was hot for him. After a moment his arms crept around her waist, and he tilted his head in order to kiss her more deeply. She responded by placing a hand on either side of his head and kissing him back.
One thing she noticed, in a dazed, slightly drunk, lust-ridden sort of way, was that Scorpius kissed quite differently to Simon. Simon was always shy and tentative with her. She couldn’t say that she minded his approach – it was nothing short of adorable, as far as she was concerned, that he had always been so unsure with her. But Scorpius was strong. Not forceful, but certainly determined. There was not a trace of uncertainty in his kisses. It was as though he knew he was good at this, and if she didn’t think so then she had clearly lost her marbles. Thankfully for her marbles, she found his technique marvellous.
Not that she would be telling him that. Not unless he complimented her first.
When he broke the kiss (to her annoyance), his hand slid up to brush a few of her impossible curls behind her ear. The curls bounced stubbornly back to their original position. She felt a rumble of laughter in his chest before his forehead was pressing against hers.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to snog you,” he said, voice low and so filled with lust that Rose felt her knees weaken at the sound of it.
“How long?” Rose whispered back, not trusting her vocal chords to do their full job just then. “It’s okay. I won’t take the mickey out of you.”
Again, Rose felt a rumble of laughter. “Let’s just say that when you and Simon got together, I was kicking myself for not getting there first.”
“Me and Simon?” Rose asked, her voice miraculously back in business, “that was sixth year!”
“Rest assured, I know that,” Scorpius replied. Rose could hear bitterness in his voice. “And believe me when I say that I spent many-a-restless-night fantasising about hexing his smug Hufflepuff arse from here to Aberdeen. Truly, the sight of him flying away would have been glorious—“
“Malfoy?” Rose interrupted him. “Do we really need to be talking about Simon right now?”
Scorpius lifted his forehead from hers, and evidently noticed the hand that was playing with the zipper of his jacket. He smirked, and said “well, I suppose I can hold off talking about him for an hour or two, if pressed.”
“Well, I’ll press, then,” Rose said, yanking the zipper down.
They lost no time getting each other’s outer garments off. When they were down to their underwear, Scorpius pushed her toward the bed and they fell onto it, giggling hysterically at the feeble humph sound the sad little mattress made when they landed. Scorpius trapped her underneath him with relative ease, one hand managing to hold each of her arms above her head.
“This position is utterly impractical,” he commented. “I can’t touch you at all. But fuck me if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” Rose asked. “Even sexier than me with bed hair, first thing in the morning?”
Scorpius seemed to ponder this. “Well, you are pretty damn hot first thing in the morning. But bed hair? I thought that was just your hair’s permanent status.”
Rose kneed him in the stomach. She was feeling relatively merciful, considering where else she could have kneed. “Git.”
“Would you have me any other way?” He let go of her arms then, choosing instead to slide them underneath her to undo her bra. He undid it with such practiced effortlessness that Rose wondered if he had worked on the skill with mannequins or something. The thought left her mind when Scorpius trailed one long finger down the centre of her chest, tickling her sensitive skin, until he reached her navel. He traced the outside of her belly button several times, and then pressed his finger into it. He seemed quite satisfied with her reaction, which involved her gasping and biting her lip.
But he wasn’t done there. His finger trailed down lower, lower, until Rose realised with no small amount of excitement that he had slipped his hand under the elastic of her pants. His hand glided along the patch of curls that lay within, and Rose could not have missed Smirk No. 4558 if she’d tried.
“Why did I know that you’d be au natural?” he asked.
Rose raised her eyebrows at him. “Probably because you knew I would be the type to think that having junk that looks like a 12-year-old child would really not fit my definition of ‘hot’.”
“You’re probably right,” Scorpius agreed. Rose felt his hand sliding still lower. “Fortunately for you, it doesn’t fit my definition of ‘hot’ either.” At that point, Scorpius pressed down on her clit, and Rose released a moan of pleasure.
“Finally. A more guttural sound.”
“Your face is a guttural sound.”
“Oh, surely you can come up with a better comeback than that?”
“I probably could, had it not suddenly occurred to me, just this second, that this is probably the only time in history that two people have given each other lip while shagging.”
Scorpius’ eyes glinted. “You must have had some pretty noiseless sex in your time, if that’s what you think.” She felt his hand leave the vicinity of her area. He was now tugging at her pants. “Although, I admit that I enjoy giving you lip most of all.”
“I’m flattered.” She lifted her hips, and together they managed to get rid of their underwear, with only one kick to Scorpius’ face. And Rose was prepared to admit that said kick may not have been accidental.
After Scorpius had triumphantly flung their underwear away, Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him again. His tongue plunged into her mouth with enthusiasm, and as he shifted slightly on top of her, she felt the evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach. Clearly they were moving in sync with each other, because she was feeling pretty ready too – something Scorpius observed with amusement when he snaked one hand between them again.
“And they say it takes women ten times as long to become aroused than it takes men.”
“Rubbish,” Rose said. “I used to get off twice before Simon would even consider orgasm.”
Rose watched with amusement as Scorpius’ face twisted into a scowl. “Are you trying to deflate my hard-on as quickly as possible? You’re the one who requested that we not mention that half-wit Hufflepuff hammerhead.”
“Oh, that’s some of the nicest alliteration I’ve heard in a long time.”
“Why thank you. It’s certainly much more sophisticated than the repetition you’ll be uttering in a few moments.”
“Repetition?”
“Yes. I’m thinking a lot of sounds in the ‘oh’ and ‘yes’ and ‘more, Scorpius Malfoy, you captivating stallion, more’ realm.”
“You flatter yourself.”
“Do I?” He pressed her clit again, and Rose groaned, her back arching up slightly.
“That was pretty close to an ‘oh’, I thought.”
“Oh, shut up and fuck me.”
“Certainly.” Before Rose could say anything more, he brought his mouth down to hers again. As they kissed, Scorpius’ hand was stroking her inner thighs, nudging them apart. Rose felt her heartbeat quicken with anticipation, and she tightened her grip on Scorpius’ shoulders. If he noticed her doing that, he did not give any indication. When he finally entered her, her back arched once more, trying to take him in further. It was so nice, after all of this incredibly strange foreplay, to finally have him filling her completely.
“Be honest with me,” Scorpius said. Rose looked up at him. “Am I at least bigger than him?”
She gave him a smirk that she was sure would be on-par with at least a couple of his very finest. “And if you aren’t?”
“I think I would probably die. Or, I’d at least go flaccid very quickly.”
“Seriously? That’s … incredibly petty.”
“Hey, it’s male pride. It’s petty by nature.”
Rose would have rolled her eyes, but she noticed with no small amount of amusement that he actually looked quite worried. She rested a hand on his cheek. “Honestly,” she said, “you feel slightly bigger. Not much, mind you. But just slightly.”
“Awesome,” Scorpius said, giving her a crooked smile. But Rose noticed, to her surprise, that the smile did not quite reach his eyes.
“Hey,” she said softly. He looked down at her. “Yours could be the size of a peanut, for all it matters. The fact is, this is probably the most fun that sex has ever been for me. And you know what? Being with you is the most fun I ever have, period. You’re one of the most irritating people I know, Scorpius Malfoy, but somehow that works for me. You’re amazing.”
If the Rose Weasley from several hours ago had heard her say that, she would have seriously injured her, and thusly really buggered up the space time continuum. But present-time Rose meant every word of it, and it had only taken her the better part of five years in Scorpius’ company to come to a conclusion that everybody around them had probably known for a very good long while.
Scorpius took a moment to digest all of that information. When he was done, he smiled at her; one of the few smiles she had seen on him that had no trace of a grin or smirk. It was just a smile. And his face had never looked more beautiful than it did then.
“Same to you,” he said, before thrusting against her. Hard.
“Oh!” she gasped.
Scorpius’ grin returned full bore. “See? Knew I’d get an ‘oh’ out of you.”
“Yes, well, if you think I’m going to call you a captivating stallion, you can forget—oh, Merlin.”
Words left Rose’s mind as Scorpius continued to thrust. She wrapped her legs around his arse, heels digging into him with each thrust downwards. Rose started breathing faster, her eyes closing with the incredible sensations of sex that had for a long time been denied to her. She could hear Scorpius’ heavy breathing as well, so at least she knew he was getting as much out of this as she was.
She felt his mouth on hers, and parted her lips eagerly for another mind-blowing kiss. As their tongues battled with each other, his hand somehow managed to get between their writhing bodies, find her clit again, and start to massage it. Rose accidentally bit his lip in surprise, and for once he seemed too preoccupied to complain.
Their lips parted just in time for her to let out a loud groan, which he reciprocated with equal fortitude. They were close, and Rose knew that this was going to be one to remember. Two more hard thrusts from Scorpius and she was there, letting out a shriek of delight as her world exploded in a tidal wave of pleasure. She clutched desperately at him, wanting him to ride the wave with her. She could feel her muscles working around him, and soon he was also letting out a shout of release, pumping into her frantically as he climaxed as well. As they rode out the final spasms together, she pulled him close to her. Their sweat-slicked bodies were touching almost everywhere, and she was determined, now, to never let him go.
She felt him go limp above her, and her legs slid off him as he rolled to the side. She couldn’t help but feel a touch disappointed at the loss of contact, but his hand on her hip, pulling her to him, made her disappointment vanish.
“Well,” Scorpius said, after the long moment that it took for them to get their breath back, “I’ll admit one thing.”
“What’s that?” Rose asked, feeling relaxed and satisfied like she hadn’t felt in far too long.
“That certainly was not at all like most traditional love stories.”
Rose would have grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the face, but she decided that, just this once, he could have a free pass.