Fic ~ Under The Influence
Title: Under The Influence
Word Count: apx. 3600
Characters/Pairings: Rose, Scorpius, Hugo, Rose/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: JKR owns, no profit, etc., etc., etc.
Summary: A potions accident pushes Rose and Scorpius into admitting that their feelings for each other are somewhat more than friendly.
“Add two drops of lavender oil. . .”
Scorpius Malfoy picked up his head at those words, spinning away from his work table to face the one that his friend was working at. “Rose, I don’t. . .” He barely got the words out before the potion exploded in a massive gust of purple and gold smoke, completely engulfing Rose Weasley. Not even her vibrant red hair was visible.
Scorpius started to cough as the smoke thickened. He groped on his work table for his wand and cast a wind charm, clearing the thick smoke in record time. When Rose finally came into view she was waving her hands in an effort to disperse the smoke and trying to suppress a violent cough. He crossed the room to her side.
“Are you all right?” he asked, concern warring with his desire to laugh.
“Great. Fine. Terrific.” She leaned over her still smoking cauldron and coughed again. “Damnit, what did I do wrong this time?”
Scorpius looked in the cauldron and saw that the potion was a viscous swirl of red and purple, with pearly steam rising from it in spirals. It didn’t look like anything he had ever seen in seven years at Hogwarts. He picked up the N.E.W.T. practice book that Rose had been working from and flipped through the pages.
“What were you trying to make?” he asked.
Rose coughed again and wiped her watering eyes. “It was supposed to be a Fortitude potion,” she replied, meeting his eyes and shrugging. “I don’t know what went wrong.”
“I thought that lavender oil sounded odd,” Scorpius muttered, finding the page with the Fortitude potion recipe in the practice book.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Rose asked.
Scorpius looked up from the book and grinned. “I did. One second too late, though.”
“I’m glad one of us finds this amusing,” Rose said, sounding huffy. She pushed her hair out of her face and left a sooty streak across one cheek. Scorpius had to use every ounce of his self-control to not reach out and brush the cheek clean.
He gave himself a swift mental kick. He had been nursing this crazy, all-consuming crush on Rose for over three years. At the start of this, their seventh and last year at Hogwarts, he had decided to stop dwelling on it. If Rose decided to test the romantic waters with him that would be fantastic, but what he wanted even more was to maintain the friendship they had always shared.
And he had discovered exactly what went wrong with the potion. His head spun with all the potential implications of what had happened. “Ummmm, Rose?” he asked, holding up the book.
She had gone back to studying the potion in her cauldron. “Hmmmmm?” She looked up. “What?”
Scorpius showed her the book, open to the page about the Fortitude potion. He then pulled apart the two stuck together pages, revealing part of the directions for a completely different potion. Her mouth dropped open.
“Bloody hell! So I started with Fortitude and ended with. . .”
Scorpius pulled the book away from her. “I don’t think you want to know what the other potion is.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Sam*, of course I do! I can’t correct the mistake if I don’t know precisely what went wrong.”
Scorpius shrugged and handed the book to her. “Fair enough,” he said. “But remember I thought this wasn’t the best idea.”
“Agreed.” She held out a hand and took the book, quickly flipping the pages. Even as Scorpius watched her cheeks began to flame and she started to cough again, but this time it was embarrassment. She dropped her head down till it rested on the work top, and her shoulders started to shudder.
Scorpius was transfixed, trapped in a mixture of concern and absolute terror. Was she crying? He honestly didn’t think the situation was that awful, but then he wasn’t the one struggling with Potions as their N.E.W.T’s approached. He reached out with one hand and patted her shoulder. He was about to speak meaningless words of comfort when she lifted her head and he realized that she was laughing.
Laughing so hard that tears streamed from her eyes and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. Scorpius felt his own lips start to twitch in response to Rose’s merriment.
“So,” Rose gasped out, trying to stifle her laughter and steady her breathing. “What do you think would happen if we drank that?” she asked, pointing to her cauldron.
The smile quickly died on Scorpius’ lips. He didn’t know for certain what would happen, but he knew he didn’t want to find out. If Rose ever came to him like that he wanted it to be of her own free will, and not under the influence of a potion. He cleared his throat. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he said, standing up and moving the cauldron to the other side of the work table.
“What could it hurt?” Rose asked, circling behind him and approaching the still bubbling potion. She sniffed deeply and a smile spread across her face. “It smells good,” she said, closing her eyes and inhaling again. “Like oranges and books and leather and broomstick polish. . .” Her voice trailed off as her eyes popped open and locked with his.
Scorpius swallowed hard. He didn’t want to say what he smelled in the potion, because every scent made him think of her. It was strawberries and cinnamon and warm custard, ink and parchment. It was an innumerable number of things that in his mind added up to Rose.
She was staring intently at him now, and he felt a flush start to rise up his neck as blood rushed to his groin. She took a step closer, close enough for her breasts to brush against his chest. She rose onto her toes and moved her nose against the skin of his neck, making him quiver. She inhaled once, twice, a third time. Scorpius closed his eyes, willing himself to not react to her closeness.
She lowered herself back down onto her feet but didn’t step away from him. He opened his eyes and looked down into hers.
“The potion smells like you,” she whispered, laying a hand against his chest.
Scorpius nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. “It smells different for every person,” he replied, his voice husky. “It’s usually smells that are associated with a person that he or she is attracted to, whether aware of it or not.”
Rose moved closer, sliding her hand up his chest until she could cup his cheek in her palm. “What do you smell?” she asked, drawing his face down towards hers.
“You,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his body. “It smells like you,” he said before bringing his lips down on hers.
Scorpius wanted to take his time with the kiss, but Rose quickly took control. Her fingers plunged into his hair as her tongue pushed into his mouth, drawing his into a sensual duel. He moaned deep in his throat as his arms tightened around her. His hands dropped down to her arse and he lifted her up and against him, leaving her in no doubt of his desire for her.
Rose smiled against Scorpius’ lips and pushed her hips tighter into his. He broke the kiss with a loud groan, leaning his head back into her hands as they massaged his scalp. She slid through his grasp until her feet touched back down on the floor. He kissed her again, pressing her against the edge of the table, her back arching as he ravished her mouth. Her hands pulled his shirt from his trousers and slid up his back, her nails scraping lightly across his warm skin.
Scorpius ended the kiss and rested his forehead against Rose’s and breathed deep, reveling in the closeness and the feel of her hands against him. He kissed the tip of her nose before dragging his lips across her jaw and down her neck, stopping when he reached the hollow of her collarbone. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her skin.
Rose gasped and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. “Sam. . .” she breathed.
Scorpius shifted his mouth to her ear, taking the lobe inside and nipping at it with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Say my name,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending a jolt of pleasure through her that pooled between her legs. One of his hands dropped down and began the slow journey up her thigh, under her skirt. “Say my full name.”
Rose shuddered when his calloused palm made contact with the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Scorpius,” she gasped out, squeezing her legs together and capturing his hand. “Please.”
“Please what, Rose?” he asked.
Rose pulled away and took hold of his face, holding him still as their eyes locked. “Please don’t be playing games with me,” she finally said in response to his question. “Even if this is just the potion working -“
“NO!” Scorpious exclaimed, shaking his head against her hands. “It’s not the potion, Rose. Do you honestly have no idea how much I want you? Or how long I’ve wanted you?”
Her blue eyes widened. “You. . . You’ve wanted me?” she asked, her hands falling to his shoulders.
Scorpius nodded. “For years, Rose. Years. So please don’t be playing games with me.” He tried to take a step away from her but she held him fast, her hands gripping him tight.
“I never knew,” she said, the puzzled look on her face replaced with one of wonder. Her right hand came up and traced across his face, memorizing the curve of his cheekbone and the shape of his nose. “I hoped, but never really knew.”
Those words caught Scorpius so off guard that he almost staggered. “You hoped?” he repeated.
Rose nodded. “I’ve always wanted you, Scorpius. But I didn’t want to risk our friend -“
The rest of her words were cut off as he caught her against him in a bruising grip and crushed her mouth under his. She moaned as their tongues caught and tangled and their teeth clashed with the fierceness of the kiss. When Scorpius caught her lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently she growled and her hands fell to his shirtfront as she struggled to free the buttons with shaking hands.
When her warm hands slid across his chest and brushed against his nipples Scorpius thought his knees would give way. He used one hand to grope behind him for a stool before he sank down onto the seat, pulling Rose between his legs until she was pressed tight against the bulge in his trousers. The entire time their lips never parted.
Encouraged by Rose’s sounds of appreciation he let his hands begin to roam over her body. He brushed the sides of her breasts as he moved down her body and she squirmed, pressing herself closer to him. Both hands dropped to her legs and he repeated their previous trip under her skirt, this time moving to her back. When he encountered no fabric covering her arse he was so surprised that he pulled his lips from hers.
Rose grinned slyly as she felt his hand on her bare arse. Then she sucked in her breath as he slid one finger underneath the silken fabric of the thong she wore.
“That must be Victoria’s best kept secret,” Scorpius said, sliding the hand down and then back up the curve of Rose’s arse underneath the scrap of silk.
“How do you know about Victoria’s Secret?” she asked, tugging his necktie loose.
“Muggle Studies,” he replied, grinning wickedly before capturing her lips again. As they kissed he withdrew his hands from under her skirt, causing Rose to make a mewling sound of disappointment. It changed into a throaty moan of approval, however, when his hands cupped her breasts through the fabric of her blouse. When he made no further move Rose pulled away, tugging on his lower lip as she did so.
“What are you waiting for, Scorpius?” she asked, trailing her lips down his neck and reveling in the shudder that passed through his body. “I want you to touch me.”
Scorpius laughed. “Believe me, I want to,” he said, flicking his thumbs across her nipples before leaning back so he could see her face. “But I want to be honest with you also. “He glanced down to where their hips were pressed together for a moment before meeting Rose’s eyes. “I just. . .” He took a deep breath. “I’ve done this before, Rose. I more or less gave up on you and I, so I -“
She pressed a finger to his lips. “Same here,” she said with a sad smile. “I didn’t think I’d ever have you, so. . .” Her voice trailed away and she shrugged.
Scorpius groaned and pulled her close, holding her tightly against him. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, stroking her hair. “We start fresh, here, now, with each other.” He caught her chin in his hand and met her eyes. “That is. . . I mean. . .”
Rose raised an eyebrow. “If I want to?” she asked, a mischievous smile quirking her lips. She slipped one of her hands between them and rested it on the bulge in his trousers, never taking her eyes from his. “What do you think?”
Scorpius sucked in his breath and pushed himself into the cradle of her hand. “I think I might explode if you don’t touch me soon.”
Rose grinned as her hands went to the fastenings of his trousers. When the button popped free and her hands were on the zipper Scorpius began to unbutton her blouse, his breath growing more ragged. “Need. . . See you. . .” The last button gave way and he struggled for a moment with the front clasp of her pale pink bra before it yielded to his questing fingers and her breasts spilled into his palms.
Rose sucked in a breath when his bare skin made contact with hers. His palms were slightly calloused from the hours spent on a broomstick at Quidditch practice and the roughness made her nipples tighten as he grazed them. She arched her back, pushing herself more fully into his hands, grinning when he growled his approval. Her hands were still on the front of his trousers, and she pushed one hand inside, rubbing his hard cock through the thin fabric of his briefs.
“God!” he gasped out, shifting his hips for greater contact. “Christ, Rose, touch me!” And then he cried out when her hand pushed the trousers and briefs down enough to release his erection to her roaming hands. He half stood up from the stool and took one of his hands from her breast to push his clothing down further, over his arse, until they were midway down his thighs. He settled back down on his seat as one of her hands wrapped around his cock and she began to stroke him. His breathed hissed out between his teeth before he wrapped his arms around her back and attacked her nipples with his lips and tongue.
Rose groaned and the movement of her hand on his aching prick sped up. She shifted against him and the next thing Scorpius knew she was on his lap, her legs straddling him and her hot, moist core pressed against his cock. A small shift of his hips and he was probing at her entrance, the silk of her throng no impediment at all. . .
Suddenly Rose went stiff in his arms and he heard her mutter a curse. His wand was lying on the work table beside him and she reached out for it. She rapped him hard, once, on top of his head, and he felt a cold sensation start to trickle down him from where she had struck. She repeated the process on herself before leaning in to whisper in his ear.
“Someone’s coming,” she said. “I’ve Disillusioned us, but we can’t make a sound.”
He nodded once and tightened his arms around her back before pushing his hips forward and sliding into her silken warmth just as the door of the Potions Lab opened. They both held their breaths as Rose’s younger brother Hugo entered the room. He looked around, noticed the cauldron that was still bubbling with the remnants of Rose’s mistake and the open books on the work tables.
“Hmmmm,” Hugo said. “I thought they said they’d be studying. Where the heck did they go?” He bent forward to sniff at the potion, coming uncomfortably close to where Scorpius sat with Rose on his lap, his cock buried inside of her.
The pair leaned slightly to one side, in unison, keeping a measure of distance between them and Hugo. The motion caused Rose’s hips to shift, allowing Scorpius to push even deeper inside of her. He felt a moan boil up inside of him at the intense sensation. Rose noticed and quickly pressed her lips to his to ensure silence.
“They can’t have gone far,” Hugo said to himself, moving away from the cauldron and sitting down on a stool at the adjacent work table. He glanced at his watch. “I suppose I can wait for a bit.”
Scorpius started at those words and made a move to lift Rose off of his lap. If they were lucky the Disillusionment Charm would hold long enough for them to escape from the room, compose themselves (emotionally and sartorially), and then return with expressions of surprise at Hugo’s presence.
But obviously Rose had other ideas. She grinned at him, shook her head, and ground her hips into his. His eyes widened as he met hers. She shifted her hips enough for him to slide partway out of her before she pushed against him again, taking his cock back inside. She couldn’t seriously mean to. . .? With her younger brother in the room?
But it appeared she did, as her hips started to move against him rhythmically, his cock sliding in and out of her. Scorpius leaned back until the edge of the work table was supporting his spine. He took advantage of the new angle to push himself deeper into Rose, biting his lower lip to stifle a groan as he did so. She leaned forward so that their lips could meet again, and Scorpius gripped her at the waist, holding her steady as he began to thrust into her.
Their kisses grew more passionate and frantic as they pushed against each other. The need to stay absolutely silent seemed to fuel their urgency, and Scorpius began to thrust harder, burying himself in Rose as far as he could go. He felt one of her hands move in between the two of them as she groped against herself. He took a hold of that hand and slid it down to where their bodies were joined, both of them tangling their fingers in the darker red hair that covered the bundle of nerves they were seeking.
When Scorpius’ fingers grazed her clit Rose jerked against him and couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped her. He opened his eyes in time to see Hugo’s head snap in their direction before the younger boy shrugged the noise off as his imagination.
At this point Rose was beyond caring if they were found out. She was pushing her hips against him urgently, riding both the cock in her pussy and the fingers on her clit. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat and pushing her breasts closer to his mouth.
Scorpius knew that his orgasm was close. So. . . fucking. . . close. . . He caught one of Rose’s nipples between his lips and began to work the tight nubbin with his tongue. Before he knew it her hands clenched on his shoulders spasmodically, her thigh muscles tightened on his and he felt her quake with the force of her orgasm. The walls that gripped his cock tightly quivered and spasmed at the same time, and with one last thrust Scorpius felt himself cum, spilling inside of Rose as she gripped him, riding out the wave of her pleasure.
She slumped against him, the muscles of her thighs still quivering. He stroked her back underneath her blouse; long, soothing strokes as they both fought to get their breathing under control. His cock gave one last twitch where it was still inside of her and Scorpius though he could happily spend the rest of eternity exactly where he was at that moment when Hugo suddenly stood.
“Damnit, Rose!” he exclaimed. “I can’t wait all day!” He growled once in frustration, looked at his watch and then stormed from the room. The breeze of his passage set the pages of Rose’s book fluttering, turning from the Fortitude Potion to the next N.E.W.T. level potion on the practice exam, the one that had been stuck to the previous page and set everything between them in motion.
Amortentia.
*I like the idea of Scorpius' good friends calling him Sam as a nickname, based on his initials. It also connects to another next generation fic of mine, How To Make Friends And Influence People, which ends with Rose asking if Scorpius has a nickname because she doesn't want to spend years saying "Scorpius".
Word Count: apx. 3600
Characters/Pairings: Rose, Scorpius, Hugo, Rose/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: JKR owns, no profit, etc., etc., etc.
Summary: A potions accident pushes Rose and Scorpius into admitting that their feelings for each other are somewhat more than friendly.
“Add two drops of lavender oil. . .”
Scorpius Malfoy picked up his head at those words, spinning away from his work table to face the one that his friend was working at. “Rose, I don’t. . .” He barely got the words out before the potion exploded in a massive gust of purple and gold smoke, completely engulfing Rose Weasley. Not even her vibrant red hair was visible.
Scorpius started to cough as the smoke thickened. He groped on his work table for his wand and cast a wind charm, clearing the thick smoke in record time. When Rose finally came into view she was waving her hands in an effort to disperse the smoke and trying to suppress a violent cough. He crossed the room to her side.
“Are you all right?” he asked, concern warring with his desire to laugh.
“Great. Fine. Terrific.” She leaned over her still smoking cauldron and coughed again. “Damnit, what did I do wrong this time?”
Scorpius looked in the cauldron and saw that the potion was a viscous swirl of red and purple, with pearly steam rising from it in spirals. It didn’t look like anything he had ever seen in seven years at Hogwarts. He picked up the N.E.W.T. practice book that Rose had been working from and flipped through the pages.
“What were you trying to make?” he asked.
Rose coughed again and wiped her watering eyes. “It was supposed to be a Fortitude potion,” she replied, meeting his eyes and shrugging. “I don’t know what went wrong.”
“I thought that lavender oil sounded odd,” Scorpius muttered, finding the page with the Fortitude potion recipe in the practice book.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Rose asked.
Scorpius looked up from the book and grinned. “I did. One second too late, though.”
“I’m glad one of us finds this amusing,” Rose said, sounding huffy. She pushed her hair out of her face and left a sooty streak across one cheek. Scorpius had to use every ounce of his self-control to not reach out and brush the cheek clean.
He gave himself a swift mental kick. He had been nursing this crazy, all-consuming crush on Rose for over three years. At the start of this, their seventh and last year at Hogwarts, he had decided to stop dwelling on it. If Rose decided to test the romantic waters with him that would be fantastic, but what he wanted even more was to maintain the friendship they had always shared.
And he had discovered exactly what went wrong with the potion. His head spun with all the potential implications of what had happened. “Ummmm, Rose?” he asked, holding up the book.
She had gone back to studying the potion in her cauldron. “Hmmmmm?” She looked up. “What?”
Scorpius showed her the book, open to the page about the Fortitude potion. He then pulled apart the two stuck together pages, revealing part of the directions for a completely different potion. Her mouth dropped open.
“Bloody hell! So I started with Fortitude and ended with. . .”
Scorpius pulled the book away from her. “I don’t think you want to know what the other potion is.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Sam*, of course I do! I can’t correct the mistake if I don’t know precisely what went wrong.”
Scorpius shrugged and handed the book to her. “Fair enough,” he said. “But remember I thought this wasn’t the best idea.”
“Agreed.” She held out a hand and took the book, quickly flipping the pages. Even as Scorpius watched her cheeks began to flame and she started to cough again, but this time it was embarrassment. She dropped her head down till it rested on the work top, and her shoulders started to shudder.
Scorpius was transfixed, trapped in a mixture of concern and absolute terror. Was she crying? He honestly didn’t think the situation was that awful, but then he wasn’t the one struggling with Potions as their N.E.W.T’s approached. He reached out with one hand and patted her shoulder. He was about to speak meaningless words of comfort when she lifted her head and he realized that she was laughing.
Laughing so hard that tears streamed from her eyes and she seemed to be having trouble breathing. Scorpius felt his own lips start to twitch in response to Rose’s merriment.
“So,” Rose gasped out, trying to stifle her laughter and steady her breathing. “What do you think would happen if we drank that?” she asked, pointing to her cauldron.
The smile quickly died on Scorpius’ lips. He didn’t know for certain what would happen, but he knew he didn’t want to find out. If Rose ever came to him like that he wanted it to be of her own free will, and not under the influence of a potion. He cleared his throat. “I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he said, standing up and moving the cauldron to the other side of the work table.
“What could it hurt?” Rose asked, circling behind him and approaching the still bubbling potion. She sniffed deeply and a smile spread across her face. “It smells good,” she said, closing her eyes and inhaling again. “Like oranges and books and leather and broomstick polish. . .” Her voice trailed off as her eyes popped open and locked with his.
Scorpius swallowed hard. He didn’t want to say what he smelled in the potion, because every scent made him think of her. It was strawberries and cinnamon and warm custard, ink and parchment. It was an innumerable number of things that in his mind added up to Rose.
She was staring intently at him now, and he felt a flush start to rise up his neck as blood rushed to his groin. She took a step closer, close enough for her breasts to brush against his chest. She rose onto her toes and moved her nose against the skin of his neck, making him quiver. She inhaled once, twice, a third time. Scorpius closed his eyes, willing himself to not react to her closeness.
She lowered herself back down onto her feet but didn’t step away from him. He opened his eyes and looked down into hers.
“The potion smells like you,” she whispered, laying a hand against his chest.
Scorpius nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak. “It smells different for every person,” he replied, his voice husky. “It’s usually smells that are associated with a person that he or she is attracted to, whether aware of it or not.”
Rose moved closer, sliding her hand up his chest until she could cup his cheek in her palm. “What do you smell?” she asked, drawing his face down towards hers.
“You,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against his body. “It smells like you,” he said before bringing his lips down on hers.
Scorpius wanted to take his time with the kiss, but Rose quickly took control. Her fingers plunged into his hair as her tongue pushed into his mouth, drawing his into a sensual duel. He moaned deep in his throat as his arms tightened around her. His hands dropped down to her arse and he lifted her up and against him, leaving her in no doubt of his desire for her.
Rose smiled against Scorpius’ lips and pushed her hips tighter into his. He broke the kiss with a loud groan, leaning his head back into her hands as they massaged his scalp. She slid through his grasp until her feet touched back down on the floor. He kissed her again, pressing her against the edge of the table, her back arching as he ravished her mouth. Her hands pulled his shirt from his trousers and slid up his back, her nails scraping lightly across his warm skin.
Scorpius ended the kiss and rested his forehead against Rose’s and breathed deep, reveling in the closeness and the feel of her hands against him. He kissed the tip of her nose before dragging his lips across her jaw and down her neck, stopping when he reached the hollow of her collarbone. He flicked his tongue out, tasting her skin.
Rose gasped and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. “Sam. . .” she breathed.
Scorpius shifted his mouth to her ear, taking the lobe inside and nipping at it with his teeth before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Say my name,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending a jolt of pleasure through her that pooled between her legs. One of his hands dropped down and began the slow journey up her thigh, under her skirt. “Say my full name.”
Rose shuddered when his calloused palm made contact with the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “Scorpius,” she gasped out, squeezing her legs together and capturing his hand. “Please.”
“Please what, Rose?” he asked.
Rose pulled away and took hold of his face, holding him still as their eyes locked. “Please don’t be playing games with me,” she finally said in response to his question. “Even if this is just the potion working -“
“NO!” Scorpious exclaimed, shaking his head against her hands. “It’s not the potion, Rose. Do you honestly have no idea how much I want you? Or how long I’ve wanted you?”
Her blue eyes widened. “You. . . You’ve wanted me?” she asked, her hands falling to his shoulders.
Scorpius nodded. “For years, Rose. Years. So please don’t be playing games with me.” He tried to take a step away from her but she held him fast, her hands gripping him tight.
“I never knew,” she said, the puzzled look on her face replaced with one of wonder. Her right hand came up and traced across his face, memorizing the curve of his cheekbone and the shape of his nose. “I hoped, but never really knew.”
Those words caught Scorpius so off guard that he almost staggered. “You hoped?” he repeated.
Rose nodded. “I’ve always wanted you, Scorpius. But I didn’t want to risk our friend -“
The rest of her words were cut off as he caught her against him in a bruising grip and crushed her mouth under his. She moaned as their tongues caught and tangled and their teeth clashed with the fierceness of the kiss. When Scorpius caught her lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently she growled and her hands fell to his shirtfront as she struggled to free the buttons with shaking hands.
When her warm hands slid across his chest and brushed against his nipples Scorpius thought his knees would give way. He used one hand to grope behind him for a stool before he sank down onto the seat, pulling Rose between his legs until she was pressed tight against the bulge in his trousers. The entire time their lips never parted.
Encouraged by Rose’s sounds of appreciation he let his hands begin to roam over her body. He brushed the sides of her breasts as he moved down her body and she squirmed, pressing herself closer to him. Both hands dropped to her legs and he repeated their previous trip under her skirt, this time moving to her back. When he encountered no fabric covering her arse he was so surprised that he pulled his lips from hers.
Rose grinned slyly as she felt his hand on her bare arse. Then she sucked in her breath as he slid one finger underneath the silken fabric of the thong she wore.
“That must be Victoria’s best kept secret,” Scorpius said, sliding the hand down and then back up the curve of Rose’s arse underneath the scrap of silk.
“How do you know about Victoria’s Secret?” she asked, tugging his necktie loose.
“Muggle Studies,” he replied, grinning wickedly before capturing her lips again. As they kissed he withdrew his hands from under her skirt, causing Rose to make a mewling sound of disappointment. It changed into a throaty moan of approval, however, when his hands cupped her breasts through the fabric of her blouse. When he made no further move Rose pulled away, tugging on his lower lip as she did so.
“What are you waiting for, Scorpius?” she asked, trailing her lips down his neck and reveling in the shudder that passed through his body. “I want you to touch me.”
Scorpius laughed. “Believe me, I want to,” he said, flicking his thumbs across her nipples before leaning back so he could see her face. “But I want to be honest with you also. “He glanced down to where their hips were pressed together for a moment before meeting Rose’s eyes. “I just. . .” He took a deep breath. “I’ve done this before, Rose. I more or less gave up on you and I, so I -“
She pressed a finger to his lips. “Same here,” she said with a sad smile. “I didn’t think I’d ever have you, so. . .” Her voice trailed away and she shrugged.
Scorpius groaned and pulled her close, holding her tightly against him. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, stroking her hair. “We start fresh, here, now, with each other.” He caught her chin in his hand and met her eyes. “That is. . . I mean. . .”
Rose raised an eyebrow. “If I want to?” she asked, a mischievous smile quirking her lips. She slipped one of her hands between them and rested it on the bulge in his trousers, never taking her eyes from his. “What do you think?”
Scorpius sucked in his breath and pushed himself into the cradle of her hand. “I think I might explode if you don’t touch me soon.”
Rose grinned as her hands went to the fastenings of his trousers. When the button popped free and her hands were on the zipper Scorpius began to unbutton her blouse, his breath growing more ragged. “Need. . . See you. . .” The last button gave way and he struggled for a moment with the front clasp of her pale pink bra before it yielded to his questing fingers and her breasts spilled into his palms.
Rose sucked in a breath when his bare skin made contact with hers. His palms were slightly calloused from the hours spent on a broomstick at Quidditch practice and the roughness made her nipples tighten as he grazed them. She arched her back, pushing herself more fully into his hands, grinning when he growled his approval. Her hands were still on the front of his trousers, and she pushed one hand inside, rubbing his hard cock through the thin fabric of his briefs.
“God!” he gasped out, shifting his hips for greater contact. “Christ, Rose, touch me!” And then he cried out when her hand pushed the trousers and briefs down enough to release his erection to her roaming hands. He half stood up from the stool and took one of his hands from her breast to push his clothing down further, over his arse, until they were midway down his thighs. He settled back down on his seat as one of her hands wrapped around his cock and she began to stroke him. His breathed hissed out between his teeth before he wrapped his arms around her back and attacked her nipples with his lips and tongue.
Rose groaned and the movement of her hand on his aching prick sped up. She shifted against him and the next thing Scorpius knew she was on his lap, her legs straddling him and her hot, moist core pressed against his cock. A small shift of his hips and he was probing at her entrance, the silk of her throng no impediment at all. . .
Suddenly Rose went stiff in his arms and he heard her mutter a curse. His wand was lying on the work table beside him and she reached out for it. She rapped him hard, once, on top of his head, and he felt a cold sensation start to trickle down him from where she had struck. She repeated the process on herself before leaning in to whisper in his ear.
“Someone’s coming,” she said. “I’ve Disillusioned us, but we can’t make a sound.”
He nodded once and tightened his arms around her back before pushing his hips forward and sliding into her silken warmth just as the door of the Potions Lab opened. They both held their breaths as Rose’s younger brother Hugo entered the room. He looked around, noticed the cauldron that was still bubbling with the remnants of Rose’s mistake and the open books on the work tables.
“Hmmmm,” Hugo said. “I thought they said they’d be studying. Where the heck did they go?” He bent forward to sniff at the potion, coming uncomfortably close to where Scorpius sat with Rose on his lap, his cock buried inside of her.
The pair leaned slightly to one side, in unison, keeping a measure of distance between them and Hugo. The motion caused Rose’s hips to shift, allowing Scorpius to push even deeper inside of her. He felt a moan boil up inside of him at the intense sensation. Rose noticed and quickly pressed her lips to his to ensure silence.
“They can’t have gone far,” Hugo said to himself, moving away from the cauldron and sitting down on a stool at the adjacent work table. He glanced at his watch. “I suppose I can wait for a bit.”
Scorpius started at those words and made a move to lift Rose off of his lap. If they were lucky the Disillusionment Charm would hold long enough for them to escape from the room, compose themselves (emotionally and sartorially), and then return with expressions of surprise at Hugo’s presence.
But obviously Rose had other ideas. She grinned at him, shook her head, and ground her hips into his. His eyes widened as he met hers. She shifted her hips enough for him to slide partway out of her before she pushed against him again, taking his cock back inside. She couldn’t seriously mean to. . .? With her younger brother in the room?
But it appeared she did, as her hips started to move against him rhythmically, his cock sliding in and out of her. Scorpius leaned back until the edge of the work table was supporting his spine. He took advantage of the new angle to push himself deeper into Rose, biting his lower lip to stifle a groan as he did so. She leaned forward so that their lips could meet again, and Scorpius gripped her at the waist, holding her steady as he began to thrust into her.
Their kisses grew more passionate and frantic as they pushed against each other. The need to stay absolutely silent seemed to fuel their urgency, and Scorpius began to thrust harder, burying himself in Rose as far as he could go. He felt one of her hands move in between the two of them as she groped against herself. He took a hold of that hand and slid it down to where their bodies were joined, both of them tangling their fingers in the darker red hair that covered the bundle of nerves they were seeking.
When Scorpius’ fingers grazed her clit Rose jerked against him and couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped her. He opened his eyes in time to see Hugo’s head snap in their direction before the younger boy shrugged the noise off as his imagination.
At this point Rose was beyond caring if they were found out. She was pushing her hips against him urgently, riding both the cock in her pussy and the fingers on her clit. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat and pushing her breasts closer to his mouth.
Scorpius knew that his orgasm was close. So. . . fucking. . . close. . . He caught one of Rose’s nipples between his lips and began to work the tight nubbin with his tongue. Before he knew it her hands clenched on his shoulders spasmodically, her thigh muscles tightened on his and he felt her quake with the force of her orgasm. The walls that gripped his cock tightly quivered and spasmed at the same time, and with one last thrust Scorpius felt himself cum, spilling inside of Rose as she gripped him, riding out the wave of her pleasure.
She slumped against him, the muscles of her thighs still quivering. He stroked her back underneath her blouse; long, soothing strokes as they both fought to get their breathing under control. His cock gave one last twitch where it was still inside of her and Scorpius though he could happily spend the rest of eternity exactly where he was at that moment when Hugo suddenly stood.
“Damnit, Rose!” he exclaimed. “I can’t wait all day!” He growled once in frustration, looked at his watch and then stormed from the room. The breeze of his passage set the pages of Rose’s book fluttering, turning from the Fortitude Potion to the next N.E.W.T. level potion on the practice exam, the one that had been stuck to the previous page and set everything between them in motion.
Amortentia.
*I like the idea of Scorpius' good friends calling him Sam as a nickname, based on his initials. It also connects to another next generation fic of mine, How To Make Friends And Influence People, which ends with Rose asking if Scorpius has a nickname because she doesn't want to spend years saying "Scorpius".