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Five Years Later	By : goldensnitch18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Scorpius/Rose Views: 3814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: The Other Side of the Mirror
Scorpius knew that he should have expected this. He was expecting it if he was really honest, just not on this particular morning. He had been so shocked to find what seemed like nearly, if not fully, functional time turners that he had forgotten when Harry mentioned owling for a member of the Department of Mysteries that Rose was a possible candidate. Seeing her standing there, her bright red hair and her brilliant blue eyes had been a shock that he wasn’t expecting. He stared at her for a moment, trying to think of what to do and what to say, and then he realized Harry was standing right there with them and he had to pretend like he wasn’t seeing the only girl who had ever broken his heart for the first time in five years.
So, he reached out a hand. “Rose, good to see you.” He saw her eyes linger on his hand for a moment and then up at his face. She was so beautiful, even more beautiful than she had been at seventeen. He had imagined this moment happening so many ways, but being surprised like this in Harry’s office hadn’t been one of them. And then she reached out and placed her hand in his. It took everything he had to not kiss her right then and there or pull his hand back and leave. He wasn’t sure which seemed more appealing.
“Good to see you too.”
“So Scorpius why don’t you catch up Rose real quick and we will get moving on this.”
“Basically I received an alert in the early hours of the morning, this morning, anonymous saying that we needed to check out this house and that the old wizard there was a bit batty and had been up to no good. I wasn’t too worried about it, but the report said that the guy was a high risk to the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, so you both know I had to go check it out to make sure it was nothing. I let the Department know where I was heading and sure enough when I got there, he was standing in the back yard, stark naked waving his wand. I couldn’t believe it. I sent in an update asking for some help and went over to talk to the gentleman. He seemed to think his actions quite acceptable, and began to send hexes at me. I pacified him and entered the house. It’s chuck full of .. of … everything. I was stunned. Then I saw it just sitting on the table. It looks just like a time turner just out in the open like it was no big deal or anything.”
"Rose?" Harry asked suddenly, interrupting his story. Scorpius looked over at her to see that she was touching her lips with a finger.
"Sorry, I ... Just remembered something." He wished he could ask her which kiss she was remembering.
"Can we continue?"
"Yes, Scorpius, please, I'm sorry."
"No problem, as I was saying, I entered the residence expecting to find a few knock off gadgets, but this stuff was some serious magic. We need to find out if this guy made it himself or what. I'm sure you know more about it and can figure out what it's all capable of, but it all seem just bad to me. From everything I've studied, he seemed to be trying to make a time turner." Scorpius handed her the image and his hand shook as he tried and failed to avoid her touch again.
He had talked to Al about her multiple times over the years. Always that she was working herself to death and had no life. As he watched her look down at the picture, Scorpius hoped her life was everything she had hoped it would be. It didn’t sound very satisfying, but maybe it was exactly what she wanted.
"Well, just looking at it it appears pretty legitimate. This could be extremely dangerous. Where is all of this stuff? What did you do with it?"
"Still at the house. I was worried about moving it here. I don't know what it's capable of."
"Good. Let me grab a couple things and I'll head out there."
"Malfoy head out there with her. Help in any way you can. I want this resolved quickly and quietly." Scorpius cringed inwardly wishing he hadn’t taken this assignment in the first place.
"That's the only way we do things Harry." Rose told her uncle and he wasn’t sure if she was talking about them or the Department of Mysteries.
"Yes, sir." He added as they left the room. The walk and lift ride to her office was awkward and silent. He spent the entire trip wondering what he would say or do once they were alone, and what she would say or do as well.
He entered her office first, walking slowly and taking in the small room. It was clear that she lived here more than any place she may call home. There was a basket for dirty clothes and a toothbrush on the sink. His eyes continued to wander until they landed on a flower that had been charmed to look like a Phoenix. She had kept this for five years? She displayed it in her office? What did this mean? He looked right at her, looking for answers. "Rose .." He faltered, words failing him.
"I ..." And then she was moving towards him slowly and wrapping her arms around him. She smelled like cinnamon and toothpaste. He pulled her tighter and felt a lump in his throat at the familiar feeling of her body against his. His heart began to race and he didn’t know what to do.
"Rose." He said again, speaking into her cinnamon hair. He felt her pull back and watched as she wiped away tears he hadn’t realized were there. "I missed you." It seemed like not enough and too much at the same time.
"I was such a cow. You shouldn't have." She had been a cow.
He held the flower in his hand, sitting on the bed, looking into the fire for answers. What was he doing? What were they doing? What would she say? He pressed his wand against the rose and watched as it moved, petals melting away and growing to form a beautiful phoenix. Inside he placed a ring, his grandmother’s. He’d asked her for it. She had wanted to know who for, but he hadn’t told her. He had told no one, but Narcissa had still given it to him, still trusted him.
A few minutes later he heard a key in the door and he set the flower aside for later. He stood and waited until she emerged from the dimly lit hallway into the dark room and he saw the immediate look of relief and joy there on her face. “Scor …” She whispered her nickname for him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. “I missed you so much.” She muttered as they took a breath.
“I missed you.” He replied, pulling her closer to him. They hadn’t been alone in four weeks. It had been torture. They had both been busy as Heads preparing for the students who weren’t leaving for Christmas, and then they had each gone home. Tonight they had respectively lied about where they were going and met at a Muggle Inn. It was a desperate and risky move, but they had to see each other. Letters and stolen moments could only go so far.
She pulled back just enough that he could see a wicked light in her eyes. “I want you.” She told him and he laughed. “Good. I want you too.” He pulled her back towards the bed. They fell onto it in a mesh of reaching limbs and moans. She was pushing his shirt up and he was all too eager to help her. He pushed his jeans down his legs and then his boxers. He was naked and over her in record time.

“You don’t seem to be in a hurry at all.” She told him, and he could plainly see the lust in her face as she smiled and pulled her own shirt over her head. Scorpius dipped his face down to suck at her soft breasts. She moaned softly and her pelvis arched into him, making him grow harder. Merlin, he wanted her, but he was desperate to satisfy her first and to drive her crazy. He wanted this to be a night she would never forget.
He reached around her back and unclasped her bra, helping her navigate her arms out. They both laughed as it caught on the sheet and he had to figure how to get it to unhook while simultaneously trying not to finish from her rubbing against him.
“Sod it.” He finally said, exasperated. He pulled her arm free and decided to just leave her bra stuck to the sheet. She reached down to undo the button on her jeans and he stopped her, grabbing her hands and pulling them up over her head. He kissed her as he held her hand there. Their lips fought hungrily and her tongue slipped into his mouth to tease him. His throat made a guttural sound that he had not given it permission to make as she wrapped her legs around him and arched into him again. “Scor … Don’t be mean!”
“I won’t be mean.” He promised. “I’ll be so, so nice. If you keep your hands away. Promise?”
She glared at him, but she promised. He let go of her hands and kissed her one more time, moving his mouth down her neck in a trail of soft, sweet moments where he licked and kissed and bit her skin, making her crazy. She moaned as he reached her breast again and teased one hard nipple with his tongue. The other he rubbed between his thumb and forefinger as she squirmed beneath him. She reached a hand down to her jeans again, no doubt to try to relieve the tension forming there, but he pushed it away and kept moving, kissing his way down her stomach. He paused when he reached her jeans and looked up at his beautiful girlfriend. She was flushed and her wild hair was spread out on the pillow. She was looking at him with bright, hot eyes, and her breasts were cupped in her hands as she touched herself in the only way he would let her.
“Scor, you’re being mean.” She huffed and he laughed as he finally undid her button. He slid her jeans off quickly and then went back to her sweet center. He kissed her hips, causing her to move her legs in hopes of repositioning him. He followed her direction and let his mouth rest over her core. He breathed hot air over her knickers and kissed her softly there where she wanted him most.
“Fuck!” She moaned pressing her hips forwards towards his face, making him smirk. He looped each side of her underwear in a finger and pulled them down her legs as slowly as he could, resisting her attempts to quicken the process. When they were finally off, he began to kiss her again, moving from her feet up and up until he reached her thighs. When he kissed her inner thighs she wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled his face where she wanted it. He finally gave in and licked at her center. “Baby!” She screamed and he was suddenly incredibly glad that he had put a silencing charm on their room in anticipation of making her crazy. He could feel her body moving against him, arching into his tongue and he absolutely loved that he could make her feel this way.
“No…” He suddenly heard and he stopped quickly. He moved back, concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, I want you inside me.” She pulled at him, pulling him into a kiss, tasting herself on him and then he was positioned over her. He pushed inside of her as they kissed and Rose arched into him, pushing against him as he pulled back and pushed in again.
“Rose...” He couldn’t believe how good she felt. They hadn’t been doing this for very long. It had been five months since the first time they had decided they were ready, but he couldn’t believe how quickly it had become an art for them. It felt like they knew every crevice of each other’s bodies and he loved it. He loved being inside of her. He loved making her scream when she came.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him and enjoyed the view of her gorgeous breast that this position had to offer. He watched as she reached down and touched herself as she bounced up and down on him. He fought the urge to finish right then and there. He saw the focus and determination on Rose’s face and knew that she was close. Her moans turned into cries and he felt her tense up around him as she came. He let the waves crash through her, waiting for her orgasm to pass and then he rolled her over again, pumping into her harder and faster. She pulled her legs up towards his shoulders and he came inside of her as he watched her breasts bouncing again, wishing he could reach them with his mouth.
He sat inside of her for a minute, panting, trying to slow his breathing, and then rolled to her side as he pulled out.

“Scor, I love you.” She put a hand in his and he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

“I love you too, baby.” He told her. “I would kiss you but I think I’m dying.”
“You aren’t dying.” She told him, laughing softly. She convinced him to shower with her after they had laid in bed, a pile of mush for an acceptable amount of time. She had screamed his name in there as she came again as he had held her up against the wall, the hot water falling on top of them both.
Afterwards, they slept. She hogged the sheets and he snored. It was perfect.
In the morning, he awoke to her holding his pheonix. “Did you make this?” She looked delighted and he was sad to see that she had put clothes on at some point.
“I did.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It’s for my beautiful girlfriend.”
“Can you have a girlfriend if no one knows she exists?”
“That isn’t my fault.” He would tell everyone. He would shout it from the rooftops. She would not. There was no one in the world that Rose loved more than her father, and she was worried that he would hate her for this, that it would be too much.
“I know, I’m sorry. You know I love being your girlfriend, whether anyone knows or not.”
“Well, I was thinking that title was getting a bit old.”
“Oh.” She looked confused and he smiled. “Going to trade me in for a new model?”
“No, I was thinking more like an upgrade.” He stroked the phoenix's back and the petals opened, revealing his grandmother’s ring. Her face was unreadable as she stared, open mouthed, at the ring.
“Scor …”
“Look! I know it’s crazy and we’re young, but just because you say yes doesn’t mean we have to get married right away. We can wait as long as you like. I’ll wait for you to get into the Department of Mysteries and start your career and I’ll become an Auror, but I don’t want to hide anymore Rose. I love you. I’ve been in love with you almost all my life and the past two years have been amazing with you and terrible because I can’t tell anyone. I can’t pretend anymore that I don’t love you. I don’t want to be “Al’s best friend” to your family. I want to be “Rose’s bloke.” I want to have the chance to win your Dad over and I want to show him that no one can ever love you better than I do Rose, noone. I want him to know I’m serious and it doesn’t get any more serious than this. I want you to be mine forever, my wife. Rose Weasley, will you marry me?”
She stared at him and then back at the ring and then she started crying as she deflated.
“Scor … I …” And he knew in that moment that she couldn’t, no, she wouldn’t ever tell her father about them. And it was over just like that. It started with a kiss during rounds when he knew he could pass it off as good fun if she didn’t want him back, and it ended when he promised her everything and she couldn’t let herself be happy for fear of destroying her father’s happiness.
"You were a bit of a cow." He looked at the Phoenix again. "You kept it?"
"I told you I would." He had the ring at home in his apartment. His grandmother had refused to take it back. She promised him that he would need it again one day and she wanted him to have it when that day came.
"I just expected you to have gotten rid of it."
"I missed you too." He almost missed her whisper, but he heard it and then she said his name. "Scor ..."
He turned back to look at her and she was staring at him with her hungry eyes, the ones that she had when she wanted him. He wanted her too. He had wanted her for five incredibly long years, but he wasn’t going to be anyone’s secret. Not even Rose Weasley’s. She closed the small space between them and reached up to touch his cheek. He grabbed her hand gently. He couldn’t do this again. He gave her a soft smile. “Rose … I …”

“It’s okay.” She stepped back and moved over to her desk to grab her bag. “We should go.”
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