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Amortentia	By : goldensnitch18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Scorpius/Rose Views: 13221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Story: Amortentia

Synopsis: In their sixth year, rivals Rose and Scorpius have a moment of terrifying clarity when they both inhale the sweet smell of Amortentia. One year later, Rose is finally single and Scorpius is determined to snog the crazy out of her.

Rating: M

Pairing: Scorpius/Rose

Chapter Nine

Scorpius and his mother walked into the restaurant at half past eight in the evening. She had come to meet him at the platform and he had lifted her from it to hug her as she laughed. "Put me down," she told him, but she playfully slapped his arms away and he knew that she had missed him as much as he had missed her.

"Astoria." The small, round woman who was clutching his mother's face and kissing her had short, curly white hair and a large smile. "So good to see you, love. And Scorpius!" She moved over to him, kissed both of his cheeks and took a step back to look at him. "You are slaying all the girls at Hogwarts I think."

Scorpius chuckled softly and his mother looked at him with sharp eyes. "He better not be, Venetia. He needs to focus on his N.E.W.T material this year. Girls can come later."

"Oh, your mother doesn't need to know." The woman touched his nose with one wrinkled finger. "She has forgotten what it is like to be young and in love."

"I hope she hasn't." Draco Malfoy approached the group and pulled his wife into his arms. Scorpius watched his mother smiled widely before her husband kissed her softly. "I believe we are still quite young and in love." He teased her as they moved apart. Scorpius knew that his parents had been lucky to fall in love. Draco Malfoy’s parents had been eager to marry him off to one of the daughters of the sacred twenty-eight and Astoria’s parents had been willing. Their marriage had been arranged and had been a disappointment to the Malfoy’s nearly from the beginning.

"Dad," Scorpius said as his father hugged him.

"How've you been?" The older man asked as Scorpius nodded.

"It's been a good year."

"Good. You're going to tell me about it, but now let's go eat." The main dining area was small and only held about fifteen tables, but Draco walked past them and led the way back to a smaller room where Scorpius' family had always had dinner his first night back from Hogwarts. The restaurant was a tradition the three Malfoy's inherited when Draco married Astoria, who had been eating there with her family her entire life.

Scorpius walked into the room behind his father and took a seat at the table set for three. There was already champagne bubbling in a glass in front of his plate and he took a sip as his father helped his mother to sit down and then took the final chair. Not a moment later, their bowls filled with steaming soup.

"This smells amazing," Scorpius told his parents as he lifted his spoon.

"I believe Venetia had Atticus make it just for you, dear," Astoria told him and then sipped her own champagne.

"They always spoil you your first night back." Draco shook his head.

"They are family." Astoria insisted. "They love him." She looked at him with the adoration of a mother that plainly asked who would not love her son.

"Speaking of family …" Draco began and Scorpius saw his mother's eyes flash dangerously as she shook her head.

"Is that … now?" She asked and Draco nodded.

"It's been long enough."

Astoria set her spoon down and dabbed at her mouth gently. She put her hands on her lap and Scorpius saw that her entire body seemed to tense.

"What did Grandmother and Grandfather do now?" Scorpius asked, knowing this was an attitude that his mother saved for only two people in their family. Astoria had raised Scorpius to be open and loving and largely unbiased and had been roundly punished for it by the Malfoy's who disagreed with her parenting in more ways than one. His father, who loved his parents and his wife, had been often stuck in the middle of their arguments as referee, attempting to placate everyone.

Scorpius had a decent relationship with his grandparents despite this. He usually spent at least a week traveling with them in the summer and a couple days with them during the winter holidays. He found that if he avoided the topic of his friends, life with them was easier, but he loved them in spite of their … eccentricities. They would, for example, never in their lives approve of him dating, or bedding, Rose Weasley. She was a blood traitor in their eyes and no amount of talk would convince them otherwise.

"They didn't do anything." Astoria sighed. "Well, now you've done it," She said in a snappish tone to her husband. "Get on with it."

"My mother …" Draco paused, took a long drink of his champagne and forged ahead. "She's dying, Scorpius."

"Oh, Draco." Astoria shook her head and sighed at her husband's lack of tact and then her eyes fell on her son. Scorpius was staring open mouthed at his father like he had just grown a second head.

"What?" Their son spit out, staring between the two of them, confused, and then his eyes settled on Astoria. "What do you mean long enough? How long have you known?" Astoria reached out to grab his hand and Scorpius pulled it back. "How long?"

Draco cleared his throat. "September."

"Sep … you … September?" He glared at his father now, his mind racing, but no clear thoughts making their way to the surface.

"We didn't want to owl you, love," Astoria said gently.

"We wanted to tell you in person," Draco added.

"Narcissa …" Scorpius could tell his mother was forcing herself to not spit out his grandmother's name with disdain like she would if he was not present. "didn't want us to tell you at all. She's worried it will distract you from your studies."

"From my … are you bloody fucking kidding me?" Scorpius asked them both loudly. "My studies?"

"Scorpius!" Astoria snapped. "Language."

"You don't get to lecture me about language when you've both just dropped this on me." He snapped back. "What is wrong with her?"

"It's cancer."

"Well, that's curable," Scorpius said with disgust. He knew the Muggle maladies were treatable. Everyone knew that.

"It's …" Draco seemed to pause again to think of how to progress. "Not. She had it before. Twice. It keeps coming back, and this time … it's not going away. The Healer's aren't sure what to do. They even considered sending her to a Muggle Physician, but …"

"Your grandparents won't go." Astoria finished, and every bit of bitterness she felt towards them was clear in her tone.

"They are old and scared." Draco insisted. "They've convinced themselves that a Muggle would kill her." Draco had met with Hermione three weeks before and she had given him information on the best Physicians in England for this type of thing. He had tried to persuade his parents that they were a safe option, that no one would do anything that they didn't want to be done, but they wouldn't listen. In the end, his mother had thrown the paper with the names in their fireplace and he had stormed off.

"Their bigotry is going to kill her." Astoria insisted. "She is never going to see Scorpius graduate, or finish his training, or get married, or have babies."

"Graduate?" Scorpius asked as his face drained of all color.

"We don't know that for sure," Draco said quickly.

"But it's … possible?" Scorpius asked.

"Yes," Draco said plainly. "She's … not doing well."

Scorpius stared at his soup, suddenly not hungry at all. "I have to go." He pushed himself back from the table and both of his parents stood with him.

"Son."

"Scorpius …"

"No," He said softly. "I have to … go. I'll see you later." Scorpius walked back out of the small room and into the main area of the restaurant. He walked past Venetia without a word, even though she tried to stop him, to ask what was wrong. He had barely made it into the small apparition room before he turned on the spot and vanished.

XXX

Rose wrapped herself in the comfort of a warm blanket with a cup of cocoa resting in her hands. Her mother had made it for them all to enjoy as they played chess that night. It was a tradition. Each year, she and Hugo would leave their trunk unpacking for the next day with the exception of their chess sets. Those they would pull out and set up in the kitchen with hot chocolate. As Rose sipped at the warm liquid, she sighed. It tasted like home and love.

"I missed you guys," She told her parents for the third time that night. Hugo was currently holding his own against Ron at the kitchen table as she and her mother watched the battle from the counter. They could hear the chessmen as they spouted out their own advice to their trusted leaders and taunts to their old, familiar enemies across the board.

"So you've said." Hermione grinned at her from over her own cup. "Seventh year getting you down?"

"Not down, just …"

"It's exhausting?" Hermione offered and Rose nodded.

"Very. Scorpius and I have been working on homework or doing rounds or at a meeting or at Quidditch Practice every moment of the day it feels like."

"That sounds about right. Minus the Quidditch. I never played and Malfoy sat that year out." Hermione told her daughter.

"Scorpius and I were wondering how you two handled the library," Rose asked softly, not wanting her father to realize that they were talking about Scorpius' dad.

"What do you mean?" Hermione's brow furrowed.

"Well, we use it all the time. It's made it hard to not get along. Did you just not use it?"

"We …" Hermione thought back to her time with Draco in the library. It had been tense and awkward at first. They had been silent most of them time, sitting across the table ignoring each other. It was their nightmares that finally brought them together. Hermione had woken up one night after a particularly graphic remembrance of the torture that had left her blood status permanently etched into her arm and gone out to the library. She had known that she wouldn't be able to sleep after that, not for awhile at least, so she had made herself some cocoa, just like this, and wrapped herself up in her red armchair.

It had been about twenty minutes later when Draco had walked in, bleary eyed and headed for the table. He'd stopped when he'd seen her and apologized and made back for his dorm. She had stopped him and offered him a drink. They hadn't suddenly started spilling their hearts out or anything, but slowly they wore down each other's walls until they were suddenly, unsure of how it had happened exactly, friends. "We did."

"And?"

"And what do you want to know?"

"You didn't talk or anything?" Rose asked, wondering why this was like pulling teeth.

Hermione glanced over at Ron. She could tell he was engrossed in his game. He was snorting at something Hugo had said as he directed his Knight to destroy a Bishop. "We did."

Rose narrowed her eyes at her mother, suddenly wondering if her mother was hiding something devious and way too close to what she had with Scorpius. "Mum … did you and Mr. Malfoy shag?"

"Oh, my … no!" Hermione hissed and she knew that even though she was a grown woman, probably the next Head of the Department of Law Enforcement, she was blushing. Rose laughed, loudly, and her father turned his attention to them.

"What am I missing?" He asked with a grin and Hermione shook her head.

"Nothing, dear." She said sweetly and Ron looked at her suspiciously. "Girl stuff." Hermione insisted as she moved off her stool and walked over to kiss her husband. "I love you," She told him.

"I love you," He responded, pulling her down into his lap to kiss her again.

"Oy, Dad, we have a game to play here." Hugo insisted, throwing his hands into the air.

"Hermione, how dare you distract me. We have a game to play here." Ron told her sternly. She kissed him one last time while she grinned and then rose from his lap.

"Sorry, boys," Hermione told them as she moved back to the counter to grab her drink. "Let's go in the living room." She suggested to Rose with a nod of her head. Rose followed her then with her blanket and her mug. She settled herself next to her mother on their couch a minute later, happy to be closer to the fire.

"So … no shagging." Rose said after they were both situated.

"No shagging," Hermione said shaking her head. They had never even been close to shagging. There was one moment, one second where something might have happened and Hermione would never forget it. It was April of her seventh year and she and Draco were working on their Transfiguration homework. McGonagall was acting as Headmistress and teaching that year and she was more strict than they had ever seen her. They spent many nights huddled close, pouring over essays or books or watching each other transfigure themselves and objects over and over again. That night they were working on an essay about transfiguring animals into different animals. Such as a rat into a ferret, which was the exact example Hermione had used in her essay. She had told Draco her plan and then she had laughed. He had glared at her until she stopped laughing and took on a properly ashamed face. She had apologized and reached in to hug him for the first time. He had turned his face and captured her lips with his and it had been … electric. It only happened that one time. She was in love with Ron and he was on his way to a betrothal with Astoria and they had both agreed it should never happen again, and it hadn't. "We kissed once," Hermione told her, feeling her neck and cheeks blush again.

"What? You kissed him?!"

"Well, I rather think he kissed me actually, but it was only one time and it never happened again. I was already in love with your father."

Rose stared at her mother, her jaw dropped open. "You kissed him?!" She asked again. "Does dad know?"

"Yes. Dad knows. He doesn't have any room to talk after he spent sixth year attached at the face to … another girl." It was too painful for Hermione to say her name as she saw Lavender's dead body as if it had just happened yesterday.

"Why have you never told me this?" Rose was indignant now. She had always assumed that her mother disliked and generally disapproved of Mr. Malfoy just as much as her father.

"You have never asked," Hermione said slyly. "You were too busy hating Scorpius to care much about what I thought of his father in my seventh year."

"What did you think of him?" Rose asked and Hermione realized that this was the moment. If she was going to tell her daughter about her lunches with Draco, this was the time, but she couldn't. She didn't.

"We were fine. I don't hold any animosity towards him. Mr. Malfoy was just a scared child when I knew him and we both did things and lived things we should never have had to." Rose frowned at this and for the first time, she really tried to imagine what Hogwarts would be like after watching her friend's die, after fighting against people trying to kill her. It wasn't possible to even comprehend. "And you and Scorpius? I haven't received a single owl this term that you tried to hex him. I'm very surprised and pleased."

"Yea, well, Neville threatened to take my badge."

"Oh is that why you've suddenly become his friend?"

"No .. we …" Rose didn't know what to say. "We've just realized we have a lot more in common than we thought." She shrugged and Hermione nodded.

"I knew that must be it." She smiled brightly and then they both turn towards the window as there was a tapping of an owl. "Who would be owling now?" Hermione asked confused. "I hope it's not work." She sighed heavily and set her drink down before making her way to open the window. Rose recognized the owl that entered immediately and her heart jumped into her throat as her mother removed the envelope from her leg. "Rose." She turned to face her, arm outstretched. "It's for you."

Rose set her mug down and moved towards her mother to grab the envelope from her. She opened it and pulled out a small brown paper wrapped package and a letter.

I really need to see you. Please come as soon as you can.

She turned over the letter as Hugo and her father walked in from the kitchen. "I have to go," Rose told them.

"Is something wrong?" Ron asked, moving across the room, towards her.

"I don't know. It's a friend." Rose said. "It seems important. I'll let you know."

"Who is it?" Hermione asked as Rose began to open the package. Before she could answer, her fingers touched the small rock enclosed in the brown paper and she felt the familiar pull of a portkey.

XXX

Rose landed on two feet in the kitchen of what appeared to be a half furnished flat. It was dark, but there was enough light shining through the windows that she could see Scorpius sitting back against the lower cabinets. His legs were extended out from his body and his hands were resting in his lap, holding a bottle. He had looked up at her as she landed, and his eyes were silver in the moonlight. She moved over to him and sank down to the floor.

"Where are we?" She asked softly and he snorted.

"This is my flat." His hands moved to allow him to take a swig from the bottle and then offer her the drink. She took it and glanced at the label. Firewhiskey.

"Are you pissed?"

"No," He told her. "I don't drink alone. I was waiting for you. Hoping you would like to get pissed with me."

"You had me leave my parents on the first night back to drink with you?" She asked him uncertainly. That wasn't like him at all.

"Yes. And distract me."

"From what?" She put a hand on his chin and moved his face to look at hers.

"My parents told me my grandmother is dying."

"Oh, my … Scorpius … I'm so sorry."

"Yea it sucks, but you know what is worse?" He shook his head. "The healers want her to go see a muggle physician and she won't go."

"She won't go?" Rose asked confused, not sure why anyone would refuse to see a healer. "Does she not want to get better?"

Scorpius snorted again and Rose was starting to feel annoyed. "They, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy are worried that a muggle physician will kill her."

"What?" Rose asked, not even sure how else to respond. This thinking was so ridiculous, so foreign from what she was used to.

"That is how insane my family is Rose. My grandparents literally believe that her dying is better than letting a muggle help them."

"That's …"

"Insane?"

"How did you … not … you aren't …" She couldn’t think of a nice way to say that he was a giant git about her being a half-blood.

"My mum."

"Oh."

"Get pissed with me, Red." Scorpius pulled her into him and kissed her. She could taste the Firewhiskey on his lips as her tongue slid over them.

"I don't know if this is a good idea." She told him, but she already knew she was going to do it.

"It's an awful idea." He agreed. "But, I don't give a fuck."

She lifted the bottle from the floor and took a long pull from it. "Fuck." It burned it's way down her throat. Scorpius took the bottle back from her and took another drink.

"How did you get a flat?" Rose asked and she took the bottle back from him.

"I'm rich," He said flatly. "I bought it last summer because my mother insisted on being able to renovate and decorate while I was at school this year."

"Oh…" Rose didn't have any money. Her parents were pretty well off she figured but she couldn't imagine them ever just giving her the money to buy a flat.

"Want the tour?" He asked and took another drink.

"Yes." He stood and held his hand out to her, which she took and used to pull herself up.

"This is my kitchen." He waved his arms at the room. He walked the short distance to another empty room and handed her the bottle back. The stone of the kitchen and dining area had ended, giving way to hardwood. "This is the living room. I'm getting a big ass muggle television and I'm putting it here." Scorpius pointed to a large blank space on the wall and Rose laughed.

"Good to know."

“I’m going to have my grandparents over and we’ll put one of those medical dramas on and I’ll tell them how they are being gits.” Rose kissed him again and sighed.

“I’m sorry.” She said again.

"Come on." He just led her back to a hallway and ignored her sympathy. "Bathroom." He pointed her to one door. "And this is the second bedroom." They walked into a small room. The hardwood continued into the room, there was a small closet, and a window that looked out at twinkling lights of other buildings.

"It's nice."

"Come see my room." He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him to the door across the hall. The larger bedroom was clearly not done but it at least had a bed and a dresser. There was a pile of sheets and blankets sitting on the mattress. Scorpius' trunk was at the foot of the bed unopened.

"It's a nice place," She told him.

"I like it because it’s mine," He replied and she saw him touch the walls and breath deep and slow. She took the bottle from him and took another long drink from it before she set it on the dresser.

"I like it, too." She lifted her wand and waved it at the pile of linens on his bed. They flew into the air and fluffed before falling back onto the bed, wrapping themselves around the corners. Rose climbed up onto the bed and moved into the center.

Scorpius just stared at her. "Rose," He said finally. "Are you pissed?"

"No," She told him. "But I'm feeling it."

"Good." Scorpius climbed up beside her and moved his body over hers. She smiled as he leaned down over her and his lips found her ear. His breath was hot and heavy against her skin. "I need you to know that if you stay here in this bed tonight, I'm going to take all of your clothes off and kiss every inch of your body until you have been properly worshipped and I'm going to bury myself inside of you like I’ve been wanting to do every day for the past year and a half." He whispered into her ear and Rose shuddered beneath him and became very still.

"You want to … to …"

"I want to make love to you," Scorpius growled as the words slipped from his lips, floating into her ear as he felt fear wash through him. He hadn't had nearly enough to drink to deal with her rejecting him now. Not tonight. Tonight he needed to have her help him bury how crazy his stupid family was deep down inside of him as he discovered what it felt like to have her entirely.

"Scor …" She ran her fingers from his back to his hair and tugged him back up from her ear to look at her eyes. "Are you … what are you saying?"

Scorpius looked down at her lying beneath him. Her red curls were splayed on his pillow and her cheeks were pink. Her brilliant blue eyes stared up at him, holding behind them thoughts he couldn't begin to guess at. He loved her. He knew that. He'd known for weeks and he had tried to play it cool, keep doing what they were doing, but he didn't need Rose to be his shag buddy tonight. He needed her to be his lover, someone who trusted and cared for him. Someone who could ground him to something that made sense. "I love you," He whispered, barely able to hear his own words as they escaped his lips.

Rose didn't speak in response. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him softly. Her lips lightly feathered over his. The taste of firewhiskey mixed with the smell of sandalwood and cinnamon and she let out a soft sigh against his lips.

Scorpius didn't know what to do or what to think. She was kissing him. He'd told her and she wasn't running. She wasn't leaving. She didn't slam the door behind her as she put as much distance between them as possible. He let his weight move down over her and he opened his mouth to savor hers. She tasted like Firewhiskey and chocolate and it was perfection.

"Scor…" Rose whispered, enjoying the feeling of him over her, his body grounding her as her heart raced, threatening to explode out of her chest. He loved her. Scorpius Malfoy had just told her that he loved her and fuck if she didn't like hearing him say those words. She did. She didn't know how she felt about him or those words. It was … complicated, and there was no way she could figure that out right now. Not tonight, maybe not ever, but she also couldn't make herself push him away, leave his bed, never look back. She needed to have this with him, this night, this intimacy as they lay fully clothed in his bed, their lips softly caressing.

Scorpius ran his hands up her sides, feeling her press her chest up into him as he moved, trying to memorize her body. He couldn't believe they were doing this. He couldn't believe they were still here. He had told her he loved her and they were about to break one of her rules and she wasn't running. She was right beneath him and she wasn't going anywhere.

Rose moved her shaking hands nervously down from his hair, past his neck and shoulders to rest on the first button of his shirt. She felt silly for being so nervous. Scorpius had seen and touched and tasted every inch of her body, but this step still felt like something different. Deciding to stay after he'd told her that he loved her, after he told her what he was going to do to her, was different. The slow way their bodies were moving, the light brush of their lips, all of it was different from the hard, fast way they usually collided, trying to find release in each other as fast as possible. This was so, so, so different.

Scorpius lifted his body from hers and let her fumble with his buttons. He could feel her fingers shaking. He could see the determined focus in her eyes as she nervously licked her lips. Things had changed for her, too. Part of him wanted to stop her, to talk, to make sure that she was really okay with the words he had whispered, but a much larger part of him was unable to even consider it, and so he kept his thoughts to himself as she slowly moved from button to button.

When she finally pulled the final white button from the final hole, Rose slid her hands back up his chest, pushing the fabric apart as she moved up to his shoulders. She met his eyes as the fabric began to fall down his arms, but he broke the contact to finish pulling his shirt off, and then it was his turn.

Scorpius bent his knees so that he was at her waist and he looped his thumbs under each side of her shirt. As he exposed her stomach inch by inch, he dipped down to kiss her soft skin. She sighed and he heard a rumble in her throat as his tongue ran between the mounds of her breasts, ignoring them as he continued his way up, lifting the shirt over her head.

Rose pulled her wand out of the pocket of her jeans, and Scorpius lifted an eyebrow at her. She blushed softly as she pressed it against her abdomen. A soft glow spread across her stomach and vanished.

"What was that?" Scorpius asked, stunned by the move. She surely didn't learn that at Hogwarts.

"It's a charm. I learned it when …" She stopped talking, not wanting to bring up Rowan, not now, not during this. He didn't belong in this night.

"Oh, so …"

"So, I won't get knocked up." Rose chuckled and Scorpius' face flushed.

"Probably a good thing."

"Probably." Rose agreed, nodding up at him. She set her wand on his empty nightstand. Scorpius leaned down again, feeling her bare skin on his, loving the way her body shivered as his one hand roamed, wanting to touch all of her. His lips fell on her neck and she made soft, sweet noises as he licked and bit at the spot that always made her crazy.

Rose moved her hands down Scorpius' chest as he sucked at her throat. She found the button of his trousers and popped it open. She began to push them down, but Scorpius had to pull back from her to help her finish the job, and then he was naked and on top of her and she was desperate to be the same. While Scorpius worked on her jeans, she moved two hands behind her back and unclasped her black bra quickly, discarding it to the side just before he finished revealing her long legs. He moved back up for her knickers and she lifted her bum from the bed, making it as easy as possible for him to remove them.

Scorpius wanted to take his time, to be slow and seductive, but he was quickly losing his patience. His cock was hard and she was rubbing her legs together like there was a fire burning between them that only he could extinguish. He removed them quickly, tossing them off the bed and moved back over her, resting his hand at that sweet spot at the apex of her legs. His fingers slid easily inside of her, welcoming him in as she sighed at the tiny amount of relief they provided.

"Don't tease me," She told him, causing him to laugh.

"I just want to make sure you're ready." He told her, trailing kisses down her jaw.

"That's very noble, Scorpius, but if you don't get inside of me, I'm going to take control and do it myself." She pulled on his hand, moving it to her mouth to suck on his fingers. The sight of her eyes closing and the sound of her moan and the warm moisture of her mouth as she tasted herself on his fingers was enough to convince him that this was not the time to be a gentleman. Scorpius took his hand back from her and wrapped it around his shaft as she parted her legs and arched into him. She rubbed against his tip and he plunged down, filling her, hissing at the incredible tightness that engulfed him.

It was heaven.

Pure, fucking, bloody, amazing, heaven.

He buried his face in her hair, desperate to surround himself with her lavender scent and she moaned against his ear. "Yes," She told him. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

She bucked her hips up and into his and he pulled back until just his tip was inside of her and pushed forwards again. Rose hissed as her body shifted to accept him, a small bit of pain mixing with an incredible amount of pleasure. He had probably been right about making sure she was ready, but fuck did he feel good inside of her. She dug her nails into his back, trying to find something to hold on to. In this moment, it was hard to remember a time or a place or a thing she had wanted more that Scorpius filling her so completely.

He moaned as she scratched at his skin as if this was the most incredible sensation in the world and he grabbed her hips, as he continued to bury himself inside of her. "Harder." Rose breathed, and Scorpius didn't need to be told twice. He pulled one of her legs up to rest on his arm and rocked against her hard and fast, watching her head tilt back and her eyes close in pleasure. He was doing this. He was making her feel this way, and she was making him burn a low, slow burn that filled his body and lit his skin on fire. He no longer cared what was going to happen tomorrow or next month or next year. All he knew was that he needed her now, and she seemed to need him too.

She was breathing hard, panting as he rocked into her and she bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts. Her body was on fire. Her heart was beating so quickly so couldn't believe it was still working. Her mind was gone, lost somewhere along the way as the only thing that mattered was that he kept thrusting against her. Rose could feel the small burn that had spread across her body start to float to the place where he was filling her, collecting there in a pool of deep flame. She moaned as he shifted, pulling her other leg higher as he pushed deeper inside of her. Her hand moved down from his shoulder without a conscious thought and moved between their bodies, finding the soft nub that his thumb loved so much. She spun circles around it as he whispered words of adoration mixed with profanity and she just tried to stay sane and present. The fire roared and she felt something shift inside of her and she was screaming his name, "Scorpius." without a care in the world as the fire rushed back across her body in waves.

Scorpius felt her tighten around him, felt the waves of her orgasm as they rocked across him, pulling him deeper. He lasted another two thrusts into her before he was spilling inside of her, feeling his body shake as his own pleasure made him moan. He let his body fall down onto her, supporting his weight with one arm, and she kissed him softly as she laid with eyes closed beneath him and tried to remember how to breathe normally.

Scorpius rolled off of her and fell onto his back. One of her hands moved up to rest on his chest and he grabbed it. "Fuck," He said quietly.

"Yea," She replied. Her heart was still racing and her mind was still running slow from a mixture of firewhiskey and sex.

"You're amazing."

Rose rolled to her side and kissed his chest. "I can't stay," She told him softly. "My parents will worry."

"Do they know you're with me?" He pushed a curl behind her ear.

"I don't know. Probably not." She kissed his chest again, wanting to feel close to him.

"Then lie. Say Alice needed you or Poppy or Al or anyone that wouldn't shag you. Stay." He kissed her hand.

"I can't. I … really want to."

"You're an adult."

"Living in their house. Still in school."

Scorpius growled and kissed her hard. "I don't want to let you go."

"Well … I probably shouldn't go home smelling like Firewhiskey and sex." She moved one leg over him.

"That would be a bad idea."

"So … maybe you could finish the tour." She suggested.

"And show you my bathroom."

"Particularly, the shower." She kissed his neck. "And I may need help washing."

"I believe I know just the chap who would love to help you wash." Scorpius felt his cock twitch as he thought about pressing Rose up against the side of his shower under the warm water and learning what she felt like at a different angle.

"I would love his help."

A/N: This chapter really focused on Rose and Scorpius, and the next chapter will be a little broader and have more people involved. ALSO, next chapter will be our first appearance of James Potter, so I hope your ready for him.

As always, I appreciate your reviews. They have helped me a lot to know what is working for you and what isn’t and hopefully to improve my writing as well. I hope that you feel the same. Thank you for taking the time to write them. You are wonderful.

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