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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Lily_Luna_Potter
  Collections:
      HP_Het_Taboo
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-30 Words: 1909
****** A Grown Up Weekend ******
by Alisanne
Summary
     Lily really wants to be a grown up, but maybe she should rethink
     that.
Notes
     Warnings: Age disparity, non con, coercion, drugging.
     Author's Notes Written as a prompt fill for the 's Dirty Wrong
     Comment Fest. Please mind the warnings. This is not my usual sort of
     fic. Thanks to Sevfan for the beta.
     Prompt filled: Scorpius_invites_friends_over_for_the_weekend._Lily
     Luna_wanders_the_house_alone...
     Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is
     being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment
     purposes only.
~
A Grown Up Weekend
~
“Did you have to bring your baby sister?” hisses Scorpius.
Lily Luna’s eyes narrow as she waits for her brother to defend her, to tell
Scorpius to sod off and that he wants her there. And that she’s not a baby.
“Sorry.” Al sounds exasperated. “I told you, Mum and Dad wouldn’t let me come
unless she could, too. Someone has to watch her.”
“Why? For Salazar’s sake, Al, she’s sixteen.” Scorpius’ voice is soft,
breathless. Just what are they doing?
“I know.” And now Al sounds just as breathless. “Trust me, I know. But she’s
not here now, so we can--”
Can what? Lily wonders. Tiptoeing closer to the door that’s open a crack, she
peers through, eyes going wide when she sees what they’re doing. Scorpius has
Al pressed into the mattress, his legs spread wide, his fingers in Al’s arse.
Gasping, Lily draws back, almost falling on her arse as she scrambles to get
away. I had no idea!
There’s moaning coming from behind the door now, and it’s loud enough that it
masks Lily’s footsteps on the polished floor as she scurries away. She doesn’t
have a destination in mind, she just needs to get away, lick her wounds at
being once again the unwanted third wheel.
Why can no one see her for the adult she is? They all think I’m a kid, she
thinks resentfully. I just wish someone would treat me like an adult. She
sighs, smoothing down her dress. She’d even dressed up for the day, thinking
maybe she could get Scorpius to see her as a woman and not just as his best
friend’s baby sister. So much for that, she thinks.
She’s not looking where she’s going, but Malfoy Manor is so large that she’s
sure she won’t run into anyone. Distracted, she doesn’t look where she’s going,
so when she walks smack into someone, she’s stunned.
Lily Luna looked up into Mr Malfoy’s amused face. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I--”
Mr Malfoy’s hands steady her, resting first on her shoulders before sliding
slowly down her arms to clasp her hands. “Miss Potter. You seem upset. Is
something wrong?”
Lily Luna exhales. “I...no, I just--”
My Malfoy raises an eyebrow, still not releasing her hands. “I’ve developed a
finely honed sense for when people are lying to me,” he says. “Now it’s clear
to me that something is bothering you, and I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
His mouth compresses into a line. “Is it Scorpius? Do I need to summon him to
me and ask him?”
“No!”
Mr Malfoy hums. “That wasn’t convincing.”
“Please.” Lily Luna licks her lips, desperate. “Please don’t. I’ll be fine.”
Mr Malfoy stares at her mouth for a moment. “If you won’t let me ask my son,
then perhaps you’ll accompany me to my study. I can have tea brought. How about
that? I know I could use a nice cup of tea.” His gaze is admiring as it moves
slowly over her. “And you look as if you could, too.”
Lily Luna nods, starting to calm. “Yes, please,” she says. “That--that sounds
good.”
“Very well.” Mr Malfoy continues holding onto one of her hands, pulling her
along, and a short while later, she’s in his study, which is larger than their
sitting room at home. Bypassing the desk, he draws her towards a sofa that’s
facing a fireplace. “Sit,” he says. “I’ll let one of the elves know we require
tea.”
He moves away and a moment later an elf appears in front of him. Mr Malfoy
bends close, murmuring instructions that Lily Luna can’t hear. The elf bobs
once and disappears.
“Now,” says Mr Malfoy, retuning to her on the sofa and sitting beside her. “I’m
afraid I must insist that you tell me what upset you.”
He slides an arm over her shoulders and Lily Luna inhales, closing her eyes. He
smells good and for a moment she forgets what the question was.
The elf appears once more, this time with a tray of tea and sandwiches. Mr
Malfoy leans forward as if to pour a cup. “How old are you now?” he asks, an
odd note in his voice.
Lily Luna hesitates. “Seventeen,” she lies.
“Ah.” Mr Malfoy’s smile is wide. “Then perhaps we can make our tea a bit more
interesting. After all, we’re both adults.” Waving his wand, he levitates a
crystal bottle towards them.
Inside the bottle, Lily Luna can see an amber liquid and she blinks. “Is
that...brandy?” she whispers.
“It is.” Mr Malfoy uncorks the bottle, pouring a generous measure in both their
cups. “But since you’re of age, that should be no problem.”
Lily Luna bites he lower lip. Her dad allowed her to taste brandy once, and
even a little sip made her head spin. The amount Mr Malfoy put in her tea is a
lot more than that was.
“Or perhaps you’re not as adult as I suspected?” Mr Malfoy’s gaze dips to her
chest.
Lily Luna colours hotly. “I am,” she says. She holds out her hand. “And I would
love some brandy in my tea.”
Mr Malfoy smiles. “Excellent.” Handing her a cup, he sips his own. “I’ve always
found brandy to be a wonderful social lubricant.”
Lily Luna sips, too, her eyes widening as she tastes. It’s delicious, the
brandy smoothly melding with the tea. She smiles back to him. “I like it.”
“And I like you,” murmurs Mr Malfoy, putting down his tea and, reaching towards
her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “You’re a lot like your mother was at
this age.”
Lily Luna’s heart is hammering in her chest, she’s not sure why. “Am--am I?”
she stammers.
“Oh yes.” Mr Malfoy’s thumb rests on her cheek before it brushes over her lower
lip. “She was a beautiful girl.” His hand hooks behind her neck, pulling her
inexorably forward. “As are you.”
His mouth is almost on hers when Lily Luna gasps, tries to pull away. “No!”
Mr Malfoy hums, his hand tightening to keep her in place. “Yes, she used to say
that to me, too.” His smile turns cold. “But she never said it to any of the
other boys. Are you a teasing little slut, too, Lily Luna?”
Lily Luna’s eyes widen. “I--”
Mr Malfoy releases her abruptly and she falls back against the sofa. “Or
perhaps you’re just a little girl playing at being a grown-up.”
Shaking her head to try to clear it, Lily Luna tries to stand, but finds she
can’t move. He’s drugged her! “What--?”
Mr Malfoy sips more of his tea before looking back at her. “Don’t worry,” he
says, nodding at the tea. “I won’t let you be a tease like your mother was.
You’ll fulfil all the promises you made.”
“Promises--?” she whispers.
Mr Malfoy laughs. “Oh yes. After all, why else would you be wandering my home
alone?” His eyes dip once again to her chest. “Wearing that?” He reaches for
her and she can’t do anything about it as he moves her arms and manoeuvres the
dress off her. When she’s only in her knickers and bra, he hums. “White,” he
whispers, tracing the edge of her knickers where it touches her inner thigh.
“Pure.” He looks up at her. “Well, not for long.”
He strips her and Lily Luna can’t move, not even when he sets her on his lap,
pulling her back and spreading her legs wide so that she’s exposed to the room.
Lily Luna can see herself in the mirror that faces the sofa. She moans.
“I know,” whispers Mr Malfoy, dipping his fingers inside her. “Look at you.”
It’s obscene. Mr Malfoy is fully dressed and she’s naked, spread over his lap.
Lily Luna does her best to struggle but it’s no good, she can’t seem to move
her body. But she can speak. “Please,” she whispers. “Please don’t.”
“Your mouth says one thing, but your body says another,” says Mr Malfoy, his
thumb stroking along her folds. “You’re wet for me.”
“No, please.” Lily Luna is crying, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Mr Malfoy sighs. “Why are you Gryffindor girls always like this?” he murmurs.
Placing his hand on her stomach, he presses her back against him, using his
legs to open her even wider. “Lying sluts.” He rolls one of her nipples between
his fingers. “Today you’ll learn what happens to lying sluts when they don’t
follow through on their promises.”
He shifts her away from him and Lily Luna can hear clothes rustling. She can’t
see what he’s doing, though. He stands up, supporting her since her legs can’t
hold her, dragging her over to his desk. “I would have taken you on the sofa if
you’d been cooperative,” he murmurs. “But I think the desk is more suitable for
you.”
Lily Luna is still crying, trying her best to move, to get away, but whatever
he gave her is strong, and she’s helpless as he lays her face down on his desk
and spreads her legs. He pushes two fingers into her as if to check something
and then she feels his prick breach her.
He slides in easily at first, but then she feels something inside her tear. She
cries out, but he doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated. “Virgin, hm?” His
breath is hot on her ear. “You really should have been more careful about your
teasing, shouldn’t you?”
Mr Malfoy draws back and then shoves forward, then repeats the motion until
he’s fucking her steadily. “Tight,” he moans, his fingers gripping her hips as
he moves. “And you should see how my cock sinks into you. You were made to take
it, little slut.”
Lily Luna closes her eyes, biting back her sobs. He continues to fuck her
until, finally, his movements lose all rhythm and he shudders against her,
coming inside her. “I don’t suppose you’re taking something?” he asks as he
withdraws.
She doesn’t answer, her eyes are closed and she’s still silently crying.
Mr Malfoy sighs. A moment later she feels something tingle in her core. “I took
care of it,” he says. “This time. Can’t have any bastard Malfoys running
about.”
Straightening up, he picks her up and carries her back over to the sofa, where
he positions her over his lap as before. Spreading her legs, he starts to
fondle her again.
“Let me go,” she begs.
Mr Malfoy laughs softly. “Go where? Home? Oh, my dear little slut, you’re here
for the weekend, remember? And I think we should spend it here in his room,
with you naked, don’t you?”
“Mrs Malfoy--”
“Is gone.” He pinches her nipple. “She’s probably fucking someone’s son as we
speak. She does like them young, does Astoria.”
Lily Luna tries again. “Al will look for me--”
“The last time your brother was here I didn’t see him or my son for two solid
days.” Mr Malfoy’s fingers slide out of her quim and back over her perineum
until they are grazing her arsehole. “Isn’t it fortunate that there are oh so
many adult things we can do to pass the time as we wait for them to reappear?”
Lily Luna closes her eyes, and as he slips his thumb into her arse, she thinks
that maybe staying a little girl for a bit longer might have been a better
choice.
~
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