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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
- 10
- 11
- 12
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 Ten

The next morning, Rose walked into the kitchen in her pajamas to find her mother sitting at the table, a steaming cup of coffee and the Daily Prophet sitting in front of her. “Morning,” Rose said, heading straight for the coffee.

“Morning,” Hermione responded, setting the portion of the paper she had been reading down with the rest on the table. “You were out late last night.”

“Yea. Sorry.” Rose tried to look apologetic without blushing about what she had been doing with Scorpius as she grabbed a mug out of the cupboard.

“Hugo seemed to think that was Scorpius’ owl.” Her mother said nonchalantly and Rose knew she was caught.

“It was.” She nodded and poured coffee into her cup. Her mother was quiet as she picked the cup up and moved to sit at the kitchen table.

“What did he need?”

“He …” needed to lose himself in me instead of dealing with his crazy grandparents, she thought. “His grandmother is dying.” Rose finished instead.

“Oh, that's awful. Which one?” Hermione forced herself to look concerned, even though she had been sure this had caused her daughter to be called away so late at night.

“Narcissa Malfoy. She has cancer and she's refusing Muggle treatments. The Healers don't think there is anything they can do for her.”

“That is terrible.” Hermione knew all about Narcissa refusing the Muggle treatments Draco had asked for her help in locating. It was infuriating. “So, why did he need you?” Hermione pushed gently, testing the waters.

“He's my friend,” Rose said, with a definite defensive tone.

“I know, but … isn't Al his best friend? I guess it just seems odd.” Hermione trailed off, letting Rose feel the weight of her words.

“Al was probably busy. Or he didn't want Al to see him like that. You know how boys are.”

“Hmmm. I suppose.” Hermione nodded and took a drink of her coffee. “So, where did you end up?”

“His flat, actually. He already bought himself a flat, Mum. Isn't that crazy?”

Hermione laughed. “Honey, Scorpius buying a flat doesn't even scratch the surface of crazy things I've seen Malfoy’s do. What did you two do?”

“We just,” Rose remembered Scorpius holding her against the wall of his shower. He had pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist as he buried himself inside of her. The hot water had cascaded down onto them as he thrust against her and she failed miserably when she had tried not to scream his name again. “talked.”

“About his grandmother,” Hermione said.

“And other things. We do speak to each other quite a lot you know.”

“I'm sure you do.” Hermione nodded. “Your father is not happy, by the way.”

“What?” Rose asked indignantly.

“Hugo mentioned the bird was Scorpius’ and your father was displeased that you left our family night to go be with a Malfoy.”

“What? He's my friend.”

“And you just kind of vanished, Rose. We had no idea where you were and we wouldn't have even known who you were with if Hugo hadn't recognized that owl. You didn't come home until after eleven for sure because that is when I finally got tired of waiting and went to bed.”

“I'm sorry, I thought my history of always being trustworthy would mean that you and Dad would trust me to be helping my friend.”

“It would have been nice if you had taken a few minutes to explain where you were going and who you would be with. I know you're of age Rose, but you're still our daughter and you live in our home.” Hermione reached out and rested her hand on Rose's. “We only worry because,”

“We love you.” Ron finished, entering the kitchen with a stern look on his face. “Were you with that boy?”

“Yes, Dad. Scorpius needed someone to talk to. His dad's mum is dying.” Her parents exchanged a look that she didn't understand at her words.

“Doesn't the kid have other friends? Friends who didn't want to hex him every time they were within five feet of each other just last summer?” Ron fell into a chair and waved his wand lazily. A cup of coffee poured itself and moved slowly over to him. Rose sat silently staring at her own coffee.

“Rose, you don't have to defend your friendship,” Hermione said pointedly, staring at her husband. “We're just asking for a little more courtesy.”

“Ok. I'm sorry.” Rose said softly. Considering that her parents would both be a lot less forgiving if they knew just what had happened in Scorpius’ flat the night before, she was quick to offer up an apology and change the subject.

XXX

That morning after both of her parents left for work, Rose told Hugo she was going out with friends and apparated back to Scorpius’ flat. They needed to talk. Things had changed, he had said things that changed what they were doing, and she didn't like not knowing where they stood, what they were doing.

She landed in his kitchen again and saw that at some point he had dirtied dishes, so he had eaten something in her absence. She hadn't gone home until nearly one in the morning and even then he had been trying to pull her to him, to convince her with his lips on her neck that she wanted to stay. She had pulled away laughing and told him her father would murder him if she stayed in his flat all night alone with him.

Scorpius wasn't in the kitchen or the living room so she walked back to the bedroom and found him asleep, a book abandoned beside him. Rose lifted the book from the sheets, closed it safely, and set it on his dresser. After kicking off her flats, she crawled under the blankets next to him. As her weight shifted the bed, Scorpius rolled over and pulled her into his arms.

“Rose.” He sighed as he smelled her familiar shampoo.

“Morning.”

“Didn't you go home?” He asked as he eyes slowly began to open, taking her in.

“Yes. Then my parents went to work and I came back.”

“Mmmmmm … didn't get your fill of me last night?” Scorpius teased. He rolled over on his side and dipped down to kiss her cheek.

“I was thinking more that we could talk,” Rose said as he kissed her jaw.

“Okay.” Scorpius moved down to her neck and sucked at the soft skin there. “Talk.” Scorpius moved down her body and under the blankets to push her shirt up and kiss her stomach.

“What are you doing?” She asked with a giggle as she lifted the blanket over her head to see him. He grinned up at her evilly and popped the button on her jeans open.

“Waiting for you to talk. I'm a very good listener.” He slid her jeans down her legs and she bit her bottom lip as she watched him move back to her knickers.

“Scor …” She started to reprimand him, as he slid the silky fabric if her knickers down her legs. “I think we should talk about what you said yesterday.”

“Mmhmm.” He agreed and then his hands were pushing her legs apart and his face was between them, his mouth sucking softly at that sweet bundle of nerves.

“Uhhnnnh.” She let out an involuntary noise and a moan. “Scor… gods … I'm trying to be … responsible … oh ….”

“Scorpius!” The word was stern and loud, a shriek that filled the room.

Scorpius said, “Oh, Fuck,” at the same time Rose let out a shriek and dug herself further down under the blankets, shutting her legs quickly, pushing Scorpius away.

“Hey, Mum,” Scorpius said. “Could you … uh …”

“I will be in the kitchen.” Astoria told him and his bedroom door slammed shut.

“Shit.” Scorpius threw the blanket off of them and crawled up to Rose as soon as the door was closed. “I'm so sorry.”

Rose stared at him with wide eyes. “She … heard me.” She said, horrified. “I was …” She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. “Oh my god.”

“I'm so sorry, Rose.” Scorpius hugged her, pulling her into his chest. “I'm sorry.”

“It's not your fault.” She murmured into his chest. “Do you think she knows it was me?”

“I have no idea,” He told her honestly.

“I should go.” Rose pulled back from him and scrambled to grab her knickers and jeans from the tangle of blankets.

“What you don't want to see my dear old Mum?” Scorpius laughed and she glared at him. He stopped and climbed off after her. “I'm sorry.” He said again and walked towards the bathroom. “I guess I need to get some wards up …”

“Where are you going?”

“To wash my face.” He stuck his tongue out and wagged it at her. She blushed and pulled on her knickers and then her jeans. Once she was redressed she moved over to the bathroom door to watch him. Rose leaned against the door frame and waited.

Scorpius put his hands at her waist and let his lips run softly over hers before he kissed her harder, drawing a moan from her. “We’ll talk later. I promise.”

“Scorpius … I … Don't …”

“If she doesn't realize it was you, I won't tell her.” He kissed her cheek and she sighed.

“Thanks.” She kissed him one more time and moved away from him to apparate.

XXX

His mother was standing in the kitchen when Scorpius arrived. “Is she gone?” Astoria asked, her voice icy.

“Yes.” Scorpius ran a hand through his hair with an embarrassed smile.

“Are you trying to kill your Grandmother?” She roared, screaming at him.

“What? No?”

“I saw her hair Scorpius! I know it was Rose. What the Bloody Hell are you doing with Rose Weasley in your bed?!”

So much for not telling her. “Well … are details really neccess…”

“Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy! You know what I mean.”

“I … lov…”

“Stop!” Astoria held up her hand and shrieked. “Oh, Merlin, Scorpius.” She sighed. They stood there for a few minutes in silence. “You love her?” She asked desperately as if there was a chance that wasn't what he was going to say.

“Yes.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Well … we’re not … technically …”

“WHAT?” Astoria eyes were bulging.

“We aren't …”

“Scorpius! I did not raise you to go stromping around sleeping with any girl that will lift her skirt to you.”

“She's not any girl, mum! I … it's complicated.”

“Damn right it's complicated. Do you know what your father is going to say about this? Your Grandparents?”

“We are NOT telling them,” Scorpius said sternly.

“Not telling them? Are you going to wait until she's pregnant and you have no choice but to marry her?”

“Oh, Mum! We're not idiots. She's not going to get pregnant. Last night was the first time we even went that far and she used a charm.”

“Is this about what happened last night? Is that why you shagged her?”

“No! It's been a long time coming. I just needed someone to make me forget our family is fucking crazy last night and Rose is that person. She makes me ... She's … Mum … She's … everything.”

“Does she know? Does she feel the same?”

“I told her last night. She came over this morning to talk.”

“That …” Astoria said sternly as she pointed back to his bedroom. “Was NOT talking.”

“That was my fault,” He admitted sheepishly.

“Scorpius.” Astoria shook her head and sighed again. “Fine. I won't tell your father, YET. End it or make it official. I'm NOT okay with this.” She waved her hands at his room again. “Purebloods do NOT act this way Scorpius.

“I know.”

“I can't believe … her father, at least, is a Pureblood.”

Scorpius actually laughed at that. “She wasn't raised like you and Dad, Mum. She has no idea what Pureblood families like ours are like.”

“Clearly or she would not have had sex with YOU.” Astoria glared at her stupid, stupid son. He had never even told her he was interested in any of the girls at Hogwarts. What would he have done if she had never showed up today trying to convince him to come home? Would he ever have told her about this?

“You're the one that raised me not to see blood.”

“But I still taught you our customs. I still honor our traditions and you should not be sleeping with that girl unless she is going to be your wife.” Astoria family had always been good at toeing the line. They followed custom without flaunting it. They kept their blood pure without drawing attention to themselves in the process, but her marriage had been arranged and so had her sisters. She and Draco had decided not to arrange a marriage for Scorpius. She had thought that when the time came he would be much more open with her about the decisions he was making.

“The world doesn't work that way anymore, Mum.”

“Yours does, Scorpius. Do this proper or end it. If the two of you decide you want to be together, we’ll … figure it out.” But, how? What would Draco say when she told him who his son was dating? She couldn't help but think of Hermione and wish that they had had the opportunity to get to know each other better. Maybe if she had some sort of friendship with the witch they could figure out how to present this together, but Draco and Hermione had always been private, always kept their friendship a secret, one that she understood but didn't have to like.

XXX

Weasley Christmas’ had become quite the spectacle. It was not unusual for there to be over thirty people at The Burrow for Christmas Dinner and this year would be no exception. Molly and Arthur Weasley were hosting for each of their six living children, their spouses, twelve grandchildren, Victoire’s husband and Harry’s godson, Teddy Lupin, as well as the Longbottom’s, and the Grangers.

The Burrow at Christmas was pure chaos. There was an outdoor tent erected for the actual meal, but until that time, most of the family would huddle into the Burrow and play chess or Exploding Snap, or trying to trick each other with items from George and Ron’s shop, or chatting and catching up.

Rose had made her rounds through each of these circles and was sitting in the corner of the living room, staying well clear of the kitchen and the cooking, which she was dreadful at when her Uncle Harry found her.

“Happy Christmas, Rosie.”

“Happy Christmas, Uncle Harry.”

“I was hoping you could help me. I had a very interesting application come across my desk last week.” He said, lifting his glass to his lips. Firewhiskey on ice. It made her think of Scorpius and the delicious way he had tasted the night they returned from Hogwarts. Of course, nearly everything made her think about her blonde haired, grey eyed dorm mate, so this was no surprise.

“Oh?” She said. She couldn't move as she waited for Harry to continue, to tell her what he thought of the application. She felt sick all of the sudden.

“Yes. It looked quite promising. I spoke with some of my staff and we are hoping to have the applicant around for an interview.” There was a twinkle in Harry’s eye as he grinned.

“Oh?” She couldn’t believe that they were having this conversation as their family was bustling around her, loud and crazy and totally oblivious.

“Yes, though I was surprised. I know this one’s parent’s quite well and they hadn’t mentioned it to me, so I’m wondering if they know.”

“I’m sure that they do not,” Rose said softly. She watched her parents from across the room as her father pulled her mother in to kiss him.

“I thought so. I guess I will have her around for lunch at my office on Wednesday and chat with her.”

“That should work quite well.” Rose told him and felt his hand pat her shoulder. As he did so, Alice and her family walked in through the fireplace.

“Neville!” Harry roared and walked away, only to be replaced by Alice, who looked like she wanted to be sick as well.

“Why am I here?” She asked Rose who scooted over on the couch to make room for her.

“You want to be part of Al’s family.”

“Not all of his family.” She murmured and glared towards the kitchen where James was standing, regaling the women of the family with stories that were making them all laugh loudly.

“Oh, I'm sure he'll be a proper gentleman.”

Alice snorted and began to laugh and Rose joined in and soon then we're giggling as they clutched their stomach's. James Potter was not a gentleman in any way, shape, or form.

Albus looked up at them from his game of Exploding Snap and then climbed the few feet across the floor to kneel in front of Alice as she sat on the couch. “Happy Christmas,” He told her.

“Happy Christmas,” She said back, leaning down to kiss him softly. Al ran his hands up her thighs and sighed into her mouth.

“I missed you,” Al told her.

“Me too.” Alice kissed him again and Rose just looked away. They were making her think about Scorpius as well. “Go finish your game.” Alice finally said.

“Fine.” Albus whined but returned to his place on the carpet to finished his game against Louis.

“So, how has your break been?” Alice asked Rose, leaning back against the couch.

Rose looked at her and tried to decide how much to tell her. Alice could be overbearing and meddlesome, but she was also her best friend and she loved her. Besides, who else did she have to talk to about Scorpius? “Scorpius owled me the night we got back. I went to his flat.”

“He has a flat?” Alice got wide eyes.

“Apparently.” Rose rolled her eyes to show just what she thought of that.

“Well, I guess that’s what being a Malfoy is like.”

“It’s definitely different than what we’re used to.”

“I guess. So …” Alice glanced around to make sure that everyone was occupied. “You went to his flat.”

“He told me he loves me,” Rose said quietly, so quietly that the only reason she knew Alice had heard her was the loud gasp she let out before her jaw drop.

Dominique, Lucy, Louis, and Albus all glanced over at the pair of them. “Sorry, bit my tongue!” Alice lied and then all turned back to their game. Alice faced Rose and lowered her own voice. “What?!”

“You heard me.”

“Wow.”

“Come on.” Rose grabbed Alice’s hand and led her away from the couch, through the groups of Weasley’s and Potter’s. She pushed out the back door and Alice shut it behind them. Rose’s grandfather and her Uncle Bill had set the tent up right next to the house, heating it, and setting up tables for the many guests. Rose walked all the way to the back of the tent before sitting down. Alice followed her.

“He told you he loves you?” Alice asked, still keeping her voice low.

“Yes.”

“Well … what did you say?”

“Uh … nothing really.”

“You just left?!” Alice stared at her with a mix of disappointment and anger.

“Not exactly …” Rose told her, remembering the way she had kissed him after he told her. Her entire body had seemed to hum, needing to touch him and feel him against her while her mind tried desperately not to think about what those words meant.

“So … what then?” Confusion crossed her features as her brow furrowed.

“We ...” Rose wrung her hands together, still able to recall the intense and incredible feeling of Scorpius filling her when she needed him more than anything in the entire world.

“Did you two SHAG?” Alice asked loudly and Rose reached out and slapped at her arm.

“ALICE.” She hissed as she looked at the door to the house like her father was going to come out and start yelling at her right that moment.

“Well, did you?” Her tone had dropped back down and Rose nodded while her eyes stared resolutely at the table. “Bugger.”

“I know.”

“You had sex with him!”

“I know.”

“You and Scorpius.”

“Yes.”

“After he told you that he loves you.”

“Yes.” Rose droned, burying her head in her hands, as she leaned down towards her knees.

“Al and I haven't even! I mean not all the way.”

“Really?” Her head popped up and Alice frowned.

“He's insisting it be romantic.” Alice seemed less insistent on this point.

“Well, it is your first time. It would be nice.” Rose agreed with her cousin, Alice deserved something special.

“Speaking of Al, he better not know about this. I’ll be really pissed off at him.” Alice suddenly narrowed her eyes at the door and Rose snapped her head up.

“Don’t ask him! What if he doesn’t know! Don’t tell him, Alice!”

“Fine. What about after? Did you say anything?”

“Not really.” Rose blushed again as they moved the conversation back to how awful she was.

“Seriously?”

“I know!”

“Well … have you seen him since all this?”

“Uhhh…” Rose blushed and stared at her hands.

“Does this really get worse?”

“I went over the next morning to talk to him, like just talk, and he … didn’t want to talk … and his mum may have … come in his room … when we … weren’t talking.” Alice burst out into loud, uncontrollable laughter as Rose sat mortified and red across from her. “Alice!”

Alice held her stomach and wiped at the tears falling down her face. “I’m sorry … That’s … awful!”

“It was awful! I don’t even know if she knows it was me, and I haven’t seen him since.”

“So, what now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Rose … you had sex with him after he told you he loved you. He’s going to think … at least expect that you sort of feel the same way.” Alice looked sad at her words.

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“I … like being with him. I do, but … I just don’t know. This was supposed to be easy and just a fling to get him off my radar before graduation. I didn’t ever imagine it would be this.”

“Rose, I know you think I've been a bit crazy, but this is what I was trying to avoid. One of you getting hurt. You really do seem good together. Maybe … you should give it a go.”

The door to the house opened then and James walked out of The Burrow and into the tent. He had the characteristic messy black mop of the Potter boys on his head and the green eyes of his grandmother to match. He was tall, taller than Albus by several inches, and lanky just like Harry had been. He was wearing jeans and a grey Holyhead Harpies t-shirt under a white button down. He pulled a pack of smokes out of his pocket as Rose and Alice stared at him. When he finally pulled one free he placed it in his mouth and looked up to see them.

“Oh …” He pulled the cigarette down and ran a hand through his hair. “Didn’t realize you ladies were out here.”

Alice just stared at him for another minute, and then turned to Rose. “Can you … give us a minute,” she asked and her cousin frowned in response.

“Are you sure?” Alice felt bad for sending her away when she so clearly needed someone to talk to, but she and James needed to talk and it was a talk that she much preferred to happen in private.

“Yea, I’ll be fine.”

Rose stood and made her way back to the door, stopping next to James. “Don’t be a prat,” She told him and he smirked at her.

“Only way I know how to be, Rosie.” Rose shook her head at him and shut the door behind her. Alice, who had followed her friend to the front of the tent, pulled her wand out and locked and silenced the door before returning it to her pocket.

“So … Al.” James said, looking down at her.

“He’s really good to me,” She said defensively.

“I’m sure he is. Much better than I ever was.” He hadn’t been this close to her in months on months and it was hard not to pull her into him like he always would have before.

“Yes, actually.”

“And … how do you feel about him.”

“We’re really serious,” Alice told him, wondering how much he knew.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” He turned to the side, still resting his shoulder on the wall as she stood beside him with her back against it. She looked towards the end of the tent and away from him.

“It’s complicated.” She could smell him, a mix of smoke and chocolate and the polish he used on his broom, and old memories bubbled up to the surface threatening to overtake her.

“And why is that?” He asked even though he knew exactly why it was complicated. He made it complicated. What they had once been made it complicated.

“You know why.” She looked over at him, and their eyes locked. Alice couldn’t look away, couldn’t step to the side and put space between them. He was James, her James, and nothing, even Albus, had been able to change that.

“I’m no good for you.” James told her softly and his thumb rubbed softly at her chin, a move that he usually made before kissing her. He seemed to remember this and dropped his hand back to his side.

“I know that. That is why I’m not with you.” He had broken her heart. Plain and simple. James had always been a bit of a ladies man. He didn’t have the issue that Rose and Albus had with using his name to get himself things. Girls had started throwing themselves in James’ path when he was thirteen years old and he had never turned down a chance to get a little snogging practice in between class.

Alice had always had a small crush on him, but he’d been a year older than her and she’d known his reputation all too well. That all changed the summer before her fifth year and his sixth when she had gone to the Potter’s with her Dad. She thought that Albus might be there and they could hang out, but Albus had been out with his mother and Lily, and that left James. He was sitting on his bed when she found him. He’d charmed one wall of his room to be projecting a Quidditch match currently happening in Bulgaria. “Wanna watch?” He’d asked and she’d jumped at the offer. She loved Quidditch. Alice had climbed up next to him and sat cross-legged, their knees touching. Every time he cheered or swore or moved, his knee had rubbed against hers and sent a shiver down her spine.

When the snitch had finally been caught after a spectacular dive, James had pumped his fists into the air, turned to her, and kissed her dead on the lips. It was quick and over in an instant as he was cheering. Alice had moved her fingers up to her lips and stared at him. When he’d finally realized that she wasn’t moving, he’d looked at her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“You … that … was my first one.” She said, embarrassed and he frowned.

“Your first kiss?” He said incredulously and she nodded. “Well, that won’t do.” He had waved his wand at his bedroom door, closing it, and she had dropped her hand. James had leaned in as she bit her own lip softly and closed her eyes. He had pressed his lips against hers as his hand snaked around her neck and he gently pushed her back on the bed. Alice had felt her heart race and her palms itch as she tried to decide what to do with her hands. He had increased the pressure as her head landed on his pillow and she had let out a soft moan. One hand moved up from her neck to her hair and the other clenched the fabric where her t-shirt met trousers. “How was that?” He had asked as he pulled back a moment later and she had tried to remember how to breathe.

They had started snogging every chance they got from that moment on. No one knew. He didn’t stop snogging other girls. She didn’t tell him that she actually liked him, and she never asked him to stop. It had been nearly a year later in that same bedroom that she had unbuttoned his trousers for the first time and then proceeded to make him come. She convinced herself that she could handle casual, that she didn’t need commitment, that they were young, but she was very wrong. They’d been caught snogging and Alice had had to admit to her friends that she was snogging him. She even told Rose that she liked him.

It had been April of her sixth year and his seventh when they wound up in the Room of Requirement, pulling each other’s clothes off. The Room of Requirement had turned into James’ room with that Bulgaria game playing on the wall. She had pushed him down on the bed and then climbed over him. He’d grabbed her arse, pulling her tighter against him, and they had both had sex for the first time. He had been so soft, so sweet, so tender. He had whispered softly in her ear that she was beautiful, that she was a goddess, that she was his. Afterwards, she had thought that something had changed, but she was wrong.

James had snogged another girl just four days later and Alice had heard about it. The next time he’d pulled her into a broom closet she’d slapped him across the face.

“What the bloody hell, Alice?”

“You snogged Julia! After we … After … I thought something had changed.” James had stared at her, his eyes wide, his mouth trying to find the right words. “Do I even mean anything to you?” She had demanded. She knew he didn’t keep any other girls the way he did her. He snogged them once, maybe twice and moved on. She also knew that he never went past snogging with them. She was the only one who had felt his fingers inside of her, or had wrapped her mouth around him, or had felt him moving inside of her. She knew because she paid very close attention to gossip about James Potter.

“Of course, you do, Alice. I like you … a lot.”

“You like me a lot?” She scoffed. “I love you, James.” Alice had shoved him and he had hit his back against the end of a broom. “I thought …” Tears brimmed on the edges of her eyes as heat pooled in her stomach.

“You’re different than those other girls.” He had said, pulling her in to kiss her.

“Then just be with me.” Alice had told him, as she tasted her own tears on his lips, her voice breaking.

“I wouldn’t be any good at that.” He had told her. “I would hurt you.”

“You already are hurting me. You’ve been hurting me for two years.”

“What?” He was genuinely confused.

“James … I always liked you, even before you kissed me. I thought … I could do this and be casual and be this girl that doesn’t care if you’re snogging every other girl in the school, but I can’t. I want you to be with me and only me.”

“I don’t … know how to do that.”

“You just stop snogging other girls!”

“It isn’t that easy. I would be a rubbish boyfriend. You deserve better.”

Alice had shaken her head and told him, “I don’t want anyone else.”

“I just can’t Alice.” He had told her and he left the closet, leaving her behind him to sob alone. Alice hadn’t let him get her alone again. She had never told Rose the extent of what had happened between her and James. She had just cried herself to sleep silently for the rest of the year. Every time she heard a rumor that he had snogged someone else, she convinced herself all over again that she had done the right thing.

Now in the tent outside of The Burrow, Alice could barely breathe, could barely think. “He’s in love with you,” James told her.

“And, he isn’t afraid to tell me that.”

“This is bloody weird, Alice.”

“I know, believe me. I’ve been dreading this.”

“Does he, at least, know the truth? What we really were?”

“No.”

“Are you kidding?”

“I … don't know how to tell him.”

“Then you shouldn't be with him.” James crashed his lips down on hers and she felt a wave of lust and regret as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tighter into him and she shoved on his chest with her hands. “I was so bloody fucking stupid. I love you, Alice. I should have just told you ...” He whispered against her lips and she sighed into him.

“I really wish you would have realized that last year.”

“Me too.”

“You can't do this, James. You can't kiss me and you can't tell me now how you feel and you can't ask me if I still love you because I can't handle it.”

“Do you still love me?”

“You can’t…”She started, but he cut her off.

“Do you still love me?

“Yes.” And he was kissing her again and she was clutching the front of his shirt in her hands as his moved into her hair.

“Fuck,” James growled as he pulled back from her. “Break it off.”

“And then what? Are you going to be monogamous? We're going to be together and our parents will just be okay with that? Your brother, my boyfriend, isn't going to be crushed by that?”

“I don't know, Alice. If we can't be together, then, fuck, I ruined that,” He wouldn't stop looking into her eyes and she felt like he was burning her. “but don't make me watch you with him. Break it off.”

“I hate you.” She rested her head against his chest and began to sob. He kissed her hair and held her against him.

“I know,” He told her as he let her go and moved back a few paces from her. She brushed her hands through her hair to smooth out whatever he had done as he ran his hands down the front of his shirt. She wiped at her eyes and he felt terrible. He was sure he had made her cry so many times that she couldn’t put a number to it.

“I have to go back in there,” She said softly.

“I know.” James had his cigarettes out again and she stepped forward to grab them.

“You need to stop smoking,” She said angrily. “It’s going to kill you.”

“Break it off with Al and I will.” He grabbed them back from her and she turned away, knowing that staying out here, being with him, needed to stop. She waved her wand at the door and walked back into the house.

XXX

Rose sat with Alice, Albus, Hugo, and Lily for Christmas dinner, but it didn't much matter. Weasley's were loud, shouting across tables and moving around to different places as they stole food and laughed at jokes that they heard the tail end of.

She loved her family.

They were a bit eccentric and she guessed that they weren't really normal, but she loved them. Her parents were sitting with Harry and Ginny, and Teddy and Victoire had joined them. Victoire’s was sporting what seemed to be a Quaffle under her shirt and Teddy couldn't keep his hands off of her. Rose watched as his thumb rubbed circles into the back of her neck and she wondered if they were really as happy as they had always seemed. Rose could hardly remember a time when the pair hadn't been sneaking off to snog.

They made it look so easy. They all did. Teddy and Victoire. Her Mum and Dad. Harry and Ginny. Neville and Hannah. George and Angelina. Gran and Granddad Weasley. They all found each other at Hogwarts and never looked back, but she was looking back. She had had the rose colored glasses ripped from her eyes and what she had seen had not been love. It had not been trust. It had not been anything like what all of these happy couples had.

She wondered if she and Scorpius could ever be like Teddy and Victoire. What would her family do if he was here, rubbing circles on the back of her neck, leaning into whisper in her ear. Her father would be devastated. There was no getting around him.

“Give him hell, Rosie.” How many times had her father told her that over the years?

And she had. For six long years she had given him hell, and now …

Now she had fallen for him in the worst way and she knew that it didn't matter. Try as she might, a Malfoy didn't fit here in this tent out behind the Burrow.

A/N: I hope that you don't hate me right now. I hope that Alice makes more sense to you. I hope that some of the things she's done or said seem to fit now that you have this piece of the puzzle. She is watching her best friend make nearly the same mistakes she did and she ended up heartbroken over it. Alice is worried about both Scorpius and Rose and doesn't want them to end that way.

Things we have to look forward to are Christmas at the Malfoy's … oh boy … and Rose and Scorpius talking, for real this time, about what the future holds for them.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

XOXO

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