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Show me how to....	By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 42011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 15

Scorpius fucked Honey. Not straight after lunch, though he wouldn't mind if he had. But he decided he'd keep the Honey blonde dangling for a week; he'd taken her out to lunch, dinner and a party. She'd given off every signal in the book, she was ready for him, but he liked to see her aching for it, she had begged him.
Literally....
He had taken her to a cocktail party with some of his pureblood friends; Lily had given him a death glare. The party was a celebration to commemorate her moving in with Julian Nott, they'd gone public with their affair. Rose had been in and out of the party. Scorpius had seen her chatting with Lily and she was as white as a sheet when she caught a glimpse of Scorpius with his mother’s office manager. He was chuffed about it. Good make her suffer as he did.
Honey had stood there enjoying her champagne, thanking Scorpius for her introduction to the cream of the crop of Wizarding England. He stood behind the immaculate blonde. He'd pulled her to his chest, her black-lace clad bum moving against his crotch. He had his eyes firmly on his ex-lover.
Rose had tears in her eyes; it hadn't been a week after she'd broken things off with him. He 'd moved on, it hadn't been real.
"Who's the red-head?" Honey had asked. She knew it was Rose Weasley, deciding to feign ignorance. Who didn't know her, her parents were practically Royalty.
"That, my sweet, is the mother of my children!" Scorpius said as he kissed the blonde on her neck.
"W..w.w.wha?" Honey tried to splutter as his mouth found hers, pulling her in for a deep snog over her shoulder.
Ooooh, he's kissing her?! Rose thought; she'd to wait three weeks before he kissed her. What the fuck? She stomped off, congratulating Lily and Julian with their moving in together. She couldn't deal with this! She had hoped to see him at the party; excusing herself and her previous behaviour, actually picking up where they'd left things. She sincerely thought Scorpius would not be too devastated, taking her back and offering her a way to redeem herself. It clearly wasn't to be....
Scorpius had walked Honey to her house. He'd pulled her into an abandoned ally, pushed her into a wall, lifting her skirt up, yanked her knickers off and pushed his cock in her arsehole. She'd been a novice, just as he liked them, nice and tight enveloping his dick. He'd taken her very roughly; she didn't know what hit her. "That's a nice little slut!" he hissed in her neck. "Be a nice little whore for me and you'll be going places!" He said as he pumped his dick in and out at a steady pace.
"Oh, yes, Mr. Malfoy, you can have me anywhere you like!" She had overcame her initial shock as he'd revealed, Rose Weasley as his future wife. Oh, Merlin when he entered her hole she'd been shocked to the system, she'd been virginal in her unscathed rosette. He was huge in width and length, it had hurt as hell, but he'd chosen her, and she was grateful, she was going places.
Scorpius had unloaded his spunk; zipped up, taken her hand and dropped her off at her house.
He made sure they' run into Rose on every occasion he could manage. Astoria had enquired where Rose would be in attendance, his mother was Hermione's fuck-buddy after all. Yeah, Scorpius was well aware of his mother’s shenanigans. It served him just fine; one should make the most of whatever served them best.

A few months later:
Rose hadn't been right after leaving Scorpius, she felt empty. Scorpius hadn't cared about her at all, she knew it was so; he'd met some blonde bimbo and was all over the girl. She'd run into them at multiple occasions… it was fate. She'dnever run into him previously, or she did but didn't remember as it hadn't mattered before, but now he was all she could think about. It was affecting her work life, as well; she couldn't focus on her tasks. James had to pull her out of his team because she was endangering their work safety. He'd offered her a way out, blaming it on the mission when she'd been badly injured. He still wasn’t aware of her involvement with Scorpius Malfoy.
Astoria Malfoy had planned an enormous fundraiser, celebrating the twenty-fifth anniversary of Voldemort’s defeat. Special guests were the Golden Trio. The raised funds would go to Muggle students entering Hogwarts. Their adjustment into Wizarding life and studies Post-Hogwarts would be provided for. Aiding in their acceptance as fully-fledged members of Wizarding Society.
It was the talk of town; anyone who was anyone or tried to be, wanted to attend. The tickets were sold for mere fortunes. Rose had to go; her parents and uncle were the main attraction or rather guests of honour. She couldn't forfeit even though she wasn't feeling up to it, her demeanour became worse and worse.
Hermione saw her girl wither, she and Lily were was the only ones who knew why. She'd broken it off with Scorpius; they hadn't been together for more than three or four weeks tops, and that was months ago.
"Rose we need to shop for a dress!" She'd suggested taking her daughter shopping, trying to lift her girl’s spirits. Rose tagged along her mindset not festive. She humoured Hermione, her mother tried so hard.
Hermione took her to a Muggle shop, Hermione didn't forgot where she came from, and she liked one particular shop best. She would surprise Rose; indulge her, get her something expensive.
Rose walked behind her mother into the familiar shop, bringing back wicked memories. Scorpius had indulged her here, buying her numerous very expensive garments. She had them stored away in her closet. Once in a while, she would run her fingers along the woollen and silk fabrics; she even thought she could smell Scorpius on them. Figments surely...
"Hello, Miss. Would you be so kind and assist my daughter?" Hermione addressed one of the senior staff.
Oh, holy fuck, Rose thought. Estelle...
"Hello Mrs. Weasley nice to see you!" The woman greeted her mother. She came here often then. Rose was not really surprised her mother always looked good.
"Estelle, this is my daughter Rose she needs a cocktail dress, preferably black lace or silk would be nice, or both."
"Hello Rose, nice to meet you." The woman gave no indication of them meeting before. Discreet was the word, very much so. "I'll select some, a size 6?"
"Yes, please..." Rose uttered, the woman remembered.
"Oh, and have some undergarments as well.” She told the sales woman. “I so detest those sporty things you wear Rose, honestly, why would you not flaunt that good body of yours, it's beyond me!" Hermione sort of muttered under her breath. She remembered that she'd taken the girl shopping several years before, selected some pretty underwear and Rose had been so happy with them. But then she'd changed her mind, ordering her mother to return them to the shop, exchanging them for what she still bought now. One pair had vanished into thin air and Rose had resisted answering her questions about their disappearance.
The woman had unlocked her usual private changing room. Rose had become overly quiet and white she was overwhelmed surely. She must've never set foot into a shop like this; Hermione should've taken her here before.
Estelle came back with a rolling rack, filled with dresses.
Rose tried on several black party dresses, her mother persuaded her to opt for a skimpy sexy lace but classy dress. The fabric fitted like a second skin.
"We'll need shoes with these!" Hermione suggested.
"Unm, well I already have some!" Rose scraped her throat, she sounded hoarse.

"Oh you do?!" Hermione sounded surprised. Rose owning heels, she was shocked, her daughter had kept that one well hidden.
"Yes, well ..." Scorpius bought me several pair she finished in her head. Staring into nothing really, she followed her mother to the cash register. Hermione had it added towards her account.
Estelle handed her, her bags before she could follow her mother. The woman whispered," I selected dresses I'm certain he likes to see his females in!" Before giving another customer her attention.
Rose flustered, she hadn't picked her dress for him had she? Not intentionally...right?

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