ravenclaw princess

serpentisscorpius:

“You didn’t kiss me back? Weasley, have you ever heard of the expression about protesting too much? Because you’re doing that right now, and it’s not really helping your case.” Scorpius bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing in her face, too amused with how annoyed she was getting with him. “If you didn’t want to kiss me, you should’ve pushed away. I bet if I kissed you again right now, you wouldn’t still.” His eyes flickered down to her lips, unabashedly staring before his smoldering gaze traveled back up to meet her eyes. “Want to see?”

She was getting more flustered by the second and she knew he could see that if the smirk on his lips and the mirth in his eyes was anything to go by. A rosy tint was creeping up her neck and towards her cheeks as he stood in front of her. He was standing way too close and she found that she didn’t mind it at all. She wished she could make her lies more convincing but he was right and she hadn’t absolutely hated the feel of his lips against hers. In fact, she had quite liked it and wouldn’t mind it happening again. Of course, she couldn’t tell him that so she simply stared up at him with a challenge in her eyes and a simple “No.” on her lips.

Scorpius snorted and placed his gaze on her, his lips pursing into a deeper smirk– not saying a word, but everything he was thinking was right there on his face. Challenging her. He didn’t even bother wondering if she was right– after all, she wasn’t the first girl he’d kissed. But part of him wanted to keep on kissing her, and not letting anyone else do it. Especially not that big-lipped oaf she was dating– or not dating, he wasn’t completely sure. “Weasley, you’ve really got to get better at lying. See– I might actually believe you’re bloody pissed about me kissing you if it wasn’t for two things– 1) when I kissed you, you kissed me back. And 2) you want to kiss me again.”

He was infuriating, so bloody infuriating and the smirk on his face didn’t help at all. Not when her eyes flickered down towards them for a second before looking back up. He was wrong, wrong, wrong. She hadn’t enjoyed kissing him and certainly didn’t want to do it again. “I am a fantastic liar and I wasn’t lying. You’re awful, I don’t want to kiss you, and I didn’t kiss you back.” She replied, on the verge of stomping her foot in frustration and only stopping because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction to see her so annoyed. Of course despite her words, her lips still burned from having his lips against them and she’d been unable to stop thinking about him throughout her day.

Scorpius wasn’t sure what he’d been thinking when he’d suddenly kissed Lucy Weasley, of all the classmates he could bloody kiss. He’d been angry, and frustrated after a terrible Herbology lesson, no thanks to being paired with her. They’d been at each other’s throats the whole lesson, but instead of hexing her after they’d been given a terrible mark for the day, he’d found himself kissing her. Maybe to shut her up, maybe as revenge– he wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it afterwards. Maybe there was a part of him that had wanted to do it, because he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to her. 

Lucy rolled her eyes at him as she took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest. The last thing she’d ever wanted was Malfoy to see her in such a state, so far from the usually collected rational person she was, but there was just something about him that caused all of that to go away. The smirk on his lips only causing the line between her furrowed eyebrows to deepen, and an angry pout to form on her lips.