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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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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 One: September 1st, Seventh Year
Rose Weasley’s first encounter of her seventh year with Scorpius Malfoy occurred on the Hogwarts Express. She had kissed her parents goodbye amidst their final congratulations and declarations of pride. Hugo rolled his eyes the whole time while his mother chided him, wondering aloud again why he hadn’t been made a prefect. Alice Longbottom stood beside Rose, waiting to board the train with her. Alice’s father, Neville, was now the Headmaster at Hogwarts and her mother, Hannah, had run the Leaky Cauldron for several long years while she was training to become a Healer. She had starting working under Madame Pomfrey around the time that Rose had started at Hogwarts and had replaced her a few years after that, but they had spent a lot of time apart before that. Alice’s parents were always kind of amazing to Rose. Neville had stayed at Hogwarts a lot and Hannah had stayed at the Leaky Cauldron a lot and their homes in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley were often left empty, but somehow they made it work until they could be together at Hogwarts and they still seemed to still be madly in love with each other. In light of recent events with Rowan, Rose admired them more than she would have otherwise.
When Hermione and Ron Weasley finally let their two children go, Rose and Alice climbed onto the train and found an empty compartment. This wasn’t too difficult as Rose had needed to report early. Alice was a prefect now that Rose had been made Head Girl, but she had a short while before the meeting, so Rose dumped her things in the compartment and left her friend behind. Rose had to head up to meet with Scorpius and the Headmaster in the front of the train before the Prefects meeting. As she walked, the young witch forced herself to breath evenly and unball her fists. It was early but she still found herself stopping often to hug friends and cousins as she made her way to the meeting.
‘You are of age now. You are a strong, intelligent, promising young witch and Scorpius Malfoy is an insufferable little git not worth the hippogriff’s dung on the bottom of your trainer. Don’t let him ruin your year.’ She tried to talk herself up and attempted to make that calm and collected demeanor a reality on the inside, but it wasn’t possible. She had spent the last several weeks working herself into a stupor about this day from the moment Al had let it slip to her. They had been in her room, both of them cleaning and servicing their brooms after a family match. He had told her about being made Quidditch Captain (finally!) and she hadn’t been able to hold it in any longer, Al was after all her first best friend, even if he was friends with that prat Malfoy. As soon as she told him that she had been made Head Girl, he had sighed and shook his head. She had known then. She didn’t even need the words but she forced him to speak them. “Scor got his badge two days ago.” That was all it took. She dropped her broom and the clippers she had been going over each twig with and buried her head in her hands.

   She would never admit to anyone that she had cried, but Al knew and she trusted him not tell anyone, even Scorpius. Rose wasn’t in the habit of showing her weaknesses, but certainly not to anyone who might open their big stupid mouth and tell Scorpius Malfoy that she had, or that he was the one that had caused her to ball her eyes out over her broom. She had known it was coming. He was always there, matching her stride for stride as she pushed through her classes. He even played Quidditch against her, matching her skills in that area as well. They were both Keepers for their teams and it was good because if they were Chasers or Beaters or even Seekers they probably would have killed each other on the pitch by now. The only thing that kept them safe was that he had to stay at his end of the pitch and she had to stay at hers.
   But that wasn’t why she was crying. She was crying because she knew that if Scorpius was Head Boy they were going to be alone a lot. Like every night walking around the castle alone. Rose had done more than her fair share of staring and fantasizing last year after that first day of potions. That look, whatever it was, had infested her, and she had no idea what this year was going to bring. Rowan had been a buffer, standing between her and that cold look of desire she couldn’t get out of her head. Being with him last year had blocked her from doing anything stupid, like trying to snog a boy she couldn’t stand to talk to for more than a few minutes. Every time she had woken up from another dream or let her mind wander places it shouldn’t have been going, she had turned to Rowan and his own particular set of skills. Now, without him … she didn’t even want to think about what that looked like.
   The walk to the end of the train seemed to go on and on, but she finally arrived at the front and found the Prefects Compartment. There were a few Prefects in there that she greeted, but most were still with their friends finding seats or saying goodbye to their family. As she opened the door to the Head’s Compartment, she saw Scorpius was already sitting there, waiting for her with a book open on his lap. His blond hair fell in soft locks in front of his eyes and past his ears. His grey eyes moved, taking in each word of the Herbology book he was reading. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, sloppily tucked into his jeans. His trainers were on the floor and his socked feet were resting on the seat across from him. He look un-be-fucking-lievably good and Rose remembered the reason she hated him more than anything these days. He made her heart race and her palms sweat and she couldn’t stop thinking about him in ways that she really shouldn’t think about someone that she hated as much as she hated this boy in front of her.
   “Rose.” He said, acknowledging her entrance as she shut the door, not looking up from his book.
   “Scorpius.” Rose sat across from him, next to his crossed feet. He closed the book and rested it on his lap as he crossed his arms.
   “How was your summer?”
   “Fine. I didn’t see you at all, so that was quite nice.” She stared out the window and tried to ignore the smell of him floating towards her. He smelled of sodding sandalwood and cinnamon. For as long as she could remember he had smelled of that mixture. It made her stomach twist as it reached her. She struggled not to breath in any harder than normal to draw in his scent. She fucking hated sandalwood and cinnamon, but after a single minute she couldn’t resist the need her body had to breath in through her nose. She felt an urge to sigh and sink into the chair but she was able to control herself enough to not do something so ridiculous.
“Yes, well my mother has lost her mind that I will be moving out of her house at the end of the year and made it difficult to come visit you, love. I’m sorry for any pain that may have caused you.” He cast concerned eyes at her and moved one of his legs. His socked foot rubbed against her thigh. It was a soft pressure that would have been reassuring and intimate if it had come from anyone else. As it was, it send a ripple of energy through her body. How in the world was she going to make it through an entire year of this? She couldn’t get through five minutes without wanting him.
   “Get your sodding foot off of me.” She crossed her arms then, mimicking his movements from moments before. He chuckled and returned to his previous position.
   “Come on, Weasley. You know you missed me a little bit. Maybe just trying to hex my bollocks off, but you still missed me.” She rolled her eyes and he laughed again. “Don’t be such a strop, Red.” Her face flared pink at his use of the nickname and she actually looked at him instead of out the window.
   “I told you to stop calling me that!” She knew she shouldn’t snap at him. She knew that it only egged him on, making him worse, making him want to pull her over the edge. He lived to make her lose her mind at him. He liked to see her at her wits end, he would rile her up and laugh as he walked away, but here was nowhere for him to go today.
   “And, I told you I can’t because I love what it does to you, Red. It makes me crazy.” He slid his feet down from her bench.
   “You’re such a fucking wanker.” She spit at him.
   “Only when I’m thinking about you.” He leaned towards her, just barely sitting on his side of the compartment anymore.
   “Now who’s been missing who again?” She chided, moving back as far as she could, trying to keep the space between them.
   “Oh, Red.”As if his newly breathy voice wasn’t enough, he leaned further towards her. One hand fell on the seat behind her at each side of her thigh, locking her in beneath his arms. His face moved forward until it was inches from hers. “I certainly did fucking miss you.” His eyes were locked on hers, silver flecks sparkled in his grey eyes and that damnable sandalwood and cinnamon filled her nose without her even trying to breath it in. She felt her hand twitch as if it was going to reach for him, but she stopped herself. She hated his stupid scent and his gross jokes and the fact that he was harassing her. He most certainly didn't miss her, unless it was the rise he could get from her. “Especially after I heard about Rowan. I was positively beside myself for you.”

   “Oh, yes, I can tell it tore you up. Sit back down.” She told him, her voice hard and cold.
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to lose my chance before some other lad comes along and steals you from me again.” She could feel his breath on her lips and her heart racing beneath her chest. She could kiss him now. It would take a single second. He wouldn’t even realize she had moved before her lips were on his. Rose felt her body heat at the thought. She had thought about this moment, a moment where he would drive her over the edge and she would lose her head and snog him senseless, but that wasn’t real life. In real life, he was a fucking prat and he would only use something like that against her. In real life, she had to be able to look at herself in the mirror the next day and not hate what she saw for giving into whatever insanity had made her attracted to him.
“Scorpius.” She spoke calmly, her voice dipping low, her hands moving up to rest on his chest. “If you don’t sit back down, I’m going to grab my wand and make very sure that you won’t have any reason to get this close to ANY witch this year. I will not TRY to hex your bollocks off, I WILL hex your bollocks off.” Scorpius laughed again and shook his head as he sat back down.
   “There’s my Rose.” He pulled his book back onto his lap and resumed his reading as Rose ignored the flutter in her stomach at the term, ‘my Rose.’ She really needed to get the hell out of this compartment.
As if reading her mind, the door opened and Alice’s father stood there, smiling at the pair of them. “Rose! Scorpius! Congratulations!”
“Thank you, Professor Longbottom.” They said together and Rose resisted the urge to send a glare at Scorpius. For no reason at all, it bothered her that Scorpius was liked just as much as she was by their teachers. They ALL loved him, every single one of them, even McGonagall had loved him before she retired at the end of their first year.
“So,” Neville sat next to Scorpius, shuffling papers. “You will need to start the prefects meeting in a few minutes. You’ve been through the drill, so you know what to cover, but here is a list of key topics and here are the passwords that they will need to be given.” Neville handed them each a sheet with the Prefects information and a sheet of passwords. As Rose read through the passwords they shimmered. She guessed that they were charmed to only be revealed to her and Scorpius. She set the parchment down and looked back up at the Headmaster.
“As for the two of you, you now have the ability to take and give points to members of all houses, not only your own, including prefects. The Deputy Headmistress and I know that we can trust you two with this responsibility. Also, you will need to make a schedule for rounds for the Prefects together. You will be responsible for getting this schedule to Professor Vector and enforcing this schedule and assuring that it stays effective.” He paused and they nodded again.
“You should be doing Heads rounds every night. There is no need to be as extensive as you would be as a Prefect, but you should be checking to make sure that nothing is amiss and that the schedule is being followed, etc. This is in addition to your regular rounds which should be scheduled on the weekends. This is when we have the most issues with students out of bed and thus, we need the Head Boy and Girl out who have the authority to correct the problem. If you feel that you ever have any issues that need further correction, bring students to my office or to Professor Vector and we will deal with the matter from there. You will find a list of offenses and appropriate punishments in your bedrooms tonight. We will expect you to memorize them and be able to deal out appropriate consequences. Questions?” They both shook their heads and he continued.
“You will be asked to do odds and ends by the myself and Professor Vector as things come up, but mostly as long as you help your fellow students when they need it and follow the rounds schedule things should be pretty easy going. You should have a prefects meeting about once a month to determine if their are any issues that need addressed, you can increase that if you feel it’s necessary.”
“Well, we do know that Rose loves her a good meeting.” Scorpius said with a grin. Neville chuckled and Rose tried not to glare at Scorpius, rather unsuccessfully.
“Yes, well, if you feel the need to have extra meetings Rose, I certainly won’t stop you. You both now have access to the Heads Library from your dormitory. the password is on your paper. This room is for the two of you to study or meet to discuss Heads business. It should not be a hang out for your friends. Understood?”

“Yes.” They both answered quickly, staring at him, wondering how in the world he had just spouted all that, and then Rose supposed he'd done it for the past fifteen years probably, but still.
“Good. I believe that leaves us with just one last thing.” Neville rubbed his chin where the scruff of a beard was growing and looked at Rose and then at Scorpius. “I know that you two have had … trouble … getting along in the past. For the most part, I believe that you are able to maintain control of yourselves and respect the school and the other students in it enough that it isn’t an issue. I know that putting the two of you together may not be the easiest of pairings, but you have both worked incredibly hard to get here, and you deserve it. If you are tempted to lose your heads and let petty issues like who scored higher on a Herbology essay affect your position, I would do well to remind you that all of that work will be for nothing if I am forced to take your badges away.” They both stared at him. Rose’s jaw dropped and Scorpius looked quite offended.
The Herbology exam in question had kept Rose locked up in the Library an entire weekend, while Scorpius had gone to Hogsmeade. Scorpius had scored higher than Rose and she may have been infuriated that she had lost her Hogsmeade time and he had still done better than her. She could possibly have suggested that he cheated and he may have insinuated that she was an insufferable hag who couldn’t handle having anyone know anything just a tiny bit better than her and then she could have cursed him and he might have cursed her back and it could have become a big thing which ended them both in the Hospital Wing … and then a week of detentions. But really, when she thought about it, that probably wasn’t that big of a deal and the Headmaster was surely overreacting. It not like they were always like that. Usually they just called each other rude names and yelled a bit.
“Are you … threatening us?” Rose asked softly, in the kindest voice of surprise she could muster.
“No, Rose. I am not threatening you. Professor Vector and I have both witnessed first hand what the two of you are capable of when you forget yourselves. I am simply reminding you that the position you have been awarded calls for a higher bar than you have previously been held to. It is not a threat, but a fact that we will not hesitate to remove that honor if you or Mr. Malfoy are incapable of acting in an appropriate way.”
“Yes, Headmaster.” Scorpius said quietly and Rose stared at him. He was looking back at her expectantly and then she realized that he, and the Headmaster, were waiting for her to speak.
“Yes. I understand.” She told Neville, looking back in his direction.
Neville smiled at her words. “On a more personal note, I am very proud of you both. I know Alice was delighted for you and I share her excitement. I know that we can all be a great team this year. Make sure you take time to enjoy it and let me know if you need anything.” He shook Scorpius’ hand and hugged Rose and they thanked him again before he left them alone.
“Rounds every night?!” Scorpius asked once he had gone and she shook her head.
“Even if we just do a light version of the rounds it will take half an hour at least, probably an hour.”
“Every night?!” He said again. “And every Friday and Saturday we have rounds.” He groaned as he fell back into the seat. “This is what we worked our arses off for seven years for, Rose? Rounds every bloody night.”
“And a special library.” She added, grinning at his displeasure.
“It better be the most special library ever.” He rolled his eyes.
“Scorpius.” She said his name quietly and he suddenly looked at her in a different way. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking or what he was feeling and she wasn’t sure she wanted to. “I can’t lose this.” She told him, staring at the floor.
“We won’t.” He said, back, his voice almost … kind. He grabbed his shoes off the floor and when he stood she was overwhelmed with that incredible, stupid smell that was so him. She was going to die if she had to smell sandalwood and cinnamon every freaking day. “We should go.” He said as the 11 o’clock whistle blew and he led the way out of the compartment, leaving her behind to wonder at the fact that they had just had an almost intimate moment and he had been kind about it.
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Scorpius watched Rose talk to the compartment full of Prefects as her curls bounced with each move of her head. All he had been able to think about in that damn Heads compartment had been grabbing those tight red curls and using them to hold her still while he snogged her all the way to Hogsmeade. He was definitely of the opinion that what Rose Weasley needed was a proper snogging from a bloke who knew how to push all of her buttons. A bloke such as himself. He would be all too happy to oblige. Rose was crazy and there was no denying that. From what he knew of her parents, Scorpius was fairly certainly she had inherited that from her father and her brains from her mother. Despite the way she lost her head around him, Scorpius couldn’t ignore the way her butt looked in her muggle jeans as she spoke about patrolling the train or the breasts that she tried so hard to hide. Her jumper sort of flowed over them, melting them in with the rest of her body, but Scorpius had seen her in a swimming costume several times and he knew what she was hiding. Now that Rowan was out of the way, Scorpius didn’t see a reason that he shouldn’t try to get under that jumper and feel what she was hiding for himself. It wasn’t that he NEEDED to snog Rose, or even that he really wanted to be with with her, but everytime she opened her mouth to snark at him, he couldn’t stop thinking about biting those perfect lips of hers to shut her up.
He hadn't always been so keen on snogging the crazy out of Rose but that had all changed last year. Slughorn had put those stupid potions out, and seriously how was that a good idea? Let’s put out a big steaming batch of love potion. Not only could some idiot sixteen year old steal some, but it just happens to alert dumb, oblivious teenagers, such as Scorpius, of attractions that they had kept buried deep, deep down in a place better kept undisturbed. If Slughorn had just been a normal teacher for once, Scorpius wouldn’t have spent the last year having wet dreams about that stupid blush or those moans he had heard coming from her as Rowan’s hand disappeared below her knickers. Fuck, he hated thinking about that. Rowan bloody Wood had touched her under her knickers, and probably done more, things Scorpius had only imagined in his dreams, and Scorpius hated it. It wasn’t that he was jealous exactly, but if Rowan was doing it then he couldn’t be. End of Story.

He had tried to get the topic in the compartment around to Rowan in hopes that she would tell him what happened, but they hadn’t really been high hopes. Rose wasn’t exactly keen on sharing the details of her personal life with him, as proven by the fact that she gave him nothing except a promise to hex his balls off. He could work with that though. It would be fine. Now that the Headmaster had made it clear that their normal ways of working out their frustrations, such as screaming at each other, causing potions to explode all over dungeons, or plotting devious pranks, wasn't going to be tolerated this year, it seemed that they would have to find another way.
Scorpius knew exactly which way he was going to vote for. They would have plenty of time this year to get out their frustrations with each other if he had anything to say about it and it would happen in his bed, in a broom closet, in the changing rooms, in the astronomy tower … Really he couldn’t think of a place he wouldn’t be willing to press Rose up against and teach her a way or two that their mouths could be put to much better use.
It had been just his luck that the headmaster himself had given him the perfect way to propel Rose into his arms. They had been tasked with making the Prefect's schedule and given a quiet place to work. Scorpius was sure that Rose would want to work on it as soon as possible. He was also sure he could find something to do during such a task to anger Rose. It had become a fairly easy job for him, one he barely had to try at anymore, because almost everything he did angered her. Once he achieved it, she would come screaming and pitching a fit right into his trap … and she would love it.
“Malfoy.” He looked up and Rose was staring at him along with the rest of the compartment. Albus was laughing at him, not even bothering to hide it. “Did you have anything to add?”
“No, I’m good. You were very thorough.” He smirked. ‘Except that your arse looks fucking perfect in those jeans and I really want to see it out of them.’ She looked at him oddly and shook her head, clearly annoyed that he had been caught not hanging on her every word.
“Okay, everyone. Thank you for coming and be sure to do your patrols on the train. The Head Boy and I will get you a schedule for Rounds in the next day or two.”
“Hey.” Albus rose from his seat and moved over to sit by Scorpius as the other Prefects filed out. “How’s it going.”
“Good, Rose and I got in a few moments of alone time, didn’t we Red?”
Rose opened her mouth to respond, but her friend beat her to it. “She told you to stop called her that.” Alice told him, rolling her eyes. “You can’t complain if she snaps at you when you intentionally drive her insane.
“Oh, but she can’t.” Scorpius grinned. “Can you, love?”
“I’m fairly certain Headmaster Longbottom won’t approve of you taunting me, Malfoy. I’m pretty sure that falls into the category of not living up to the bar.”
“What?” Albus and Alice said together, both looking at their friends like they were crazy. Rose moved over to them, standing against the edge of the seat instead of actually sitting by Scorpius.
“Dear old Dad wants us to get along, Alice.” Scorpius reached out and wrapped his hand around Rose’s arm, pulling on her. The move was unexpected and she didn’t have time to catch her balance before she was falling and she landed directly into Scorpius’ lap. He smelled that familiar scent of her lavender shampoo as that perfect butt rubbed against him, causing him to begin to harden. He was losing his mind already and they weren’t even alone. “We’re going to do our best, aren’t we Rosie?” Rose screamed, reaching out her hands to slap at his arms while he laughed to cover the uncomfortable situation he was in. He was sure that during all that wiggling she must have felt him responding to her, but it was hard to tell if the pink in her cheeks was from embarrassment or anger.
“Come off it, Scor.” Al told him, and Scorpius released her, letting her fall safely into the seat next to his. Rose glared at him and crossed her arms again.
“You are an animal, Scorpius Malfoy!”
“What can I say?” He smirked. “You bring out the beast in me.”
“More like the snake.” She snapped back.
“Ok, did MY dad actually say that?” Alice cut in, no doubt realizing that they would go back and forth all day if allowed.
“Yes.” Scorpius and Rose told her together.
“He basically said he will take our badges away if we don’t find a way to get along.” Rose choked as she spoke, tripping over her words. Alice leaned forward and put a hand reassuringly on her friend's knee.
“Oh Rose, he won’t really do that … I’m sure of it.”
“You didn’t see him, Alice.” Scorpius told her. “This was not jolly old Professor Longbottom. He was serious. It was more … I see why he’s a bloody war hero Longbottom.”
“Maybe the two of you should stay away from each other.” Albus suggested, the large grin on his lips showing just how amusing he thought all of this was. “Pretty sure that’s your only hope.”
“We can’t.” Rose told him miserably.
“Rose here can’t stand to be away from me Al.”
She groaned and slapped him again. “More like Rose here has all the same N.E.W.T level classes with him AND has to do rounds with this git every night.”
“EVERY NIGHT?” Albus shouted. “What the bloody hell?”
“I know ! Right?!” Scorpius threw his arms into the air. “That’s what I said!”
“Well, I guess you both are going to have to learn how to get along.” Alice told them doubtfully, exchanging looks with Albus. It was clear neither one of them thought that they were capable of this.
“Yay.” Rose said with little to no actual joy in her voice as she stood up. “Come on, Alice. Let’s go back to our compartment.” Alice followed her, frowning as they walked away from the two boys.
Albus watched them go, waited until they had slid the door shut behind them, and then hissed. “Why do you have to be such a prat all the time?”
“What?” Scorpius raised his eyebrows at his best friend. “I thought you were my best mate.”
“I am, but fuck Scor. You couldn’t get off her back. We’re you that much of a git when you were alone with her?”
“No. I was substantially more of a git when I was alone with her.”
Albus groaned and buried his head in his hands for a moment before looking back up at his friend. “Scor, you have to stop. A good 90% of your shit these days seems to be you just trying to get a rise out of her. What the hell?”
“Maybe I like getting a rise out of her.” He smirked and Al glared at him.
“What are you getting at?” Al’s voice was tense,
“I’m not getting at anything.”
“Yes you were. I know you Scorpius and you may be my best mate, but if you fucking try anything with Rose ..”
“What? I’m not good enough for your precious cousin?” Scorpius knew he should stop. He knew that Al was protective and a little crazy about Rose, but he couldn’t. He was still in a mood from being around Rose, especially having her rubbing against his lap.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. She just ended things with Rowan after two years. She’s … wait, why are we even talking about this? ARE you planning on trying something with her?!”
“I … no … definitely not. I’m saying hypothetically.”
“Scorpius.”
“Drop it, Al.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? The two of you can’t stand to be around each other for more than ten minutes and you want to get in her pants?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Yea, well, uncomplicate it. Stay the fuck away from Rose.”
“I can’t. I have rounds with her every night in case you missed that memo.”
“You know what I mean.”
“You aren’t her dad, Al. I’m pretty sure she’s a big girl and if she wants to work out her problems with me in a new way now that she’s single …” Al’s seeker reflexes kicked in at that moment and he stood up so fast Scorpius didn’t even know what was happening until he had already been hit right in the nose by Albus’ fist.
“Bloody Fuck!” Scorpius reached up, holding his nose as he bled all over his shirt. “I’m not going to shag, Rose. Merlin’s fucking beard!”
Al sat back down and looked out the window as Scorpius grabbed his wand and fixed his own nose and cleaned his face.
“Do you feel better now?” Scorpius asked Al. His nose was still tingling.
“Yes. I’m not messing around with you Scorpius. Leave her alone. She doesn’t need you shoving yourself on her when she clearly doesn’t want you.”
“I was just kidding. Fuck.” Scorpius shook his head like Albus was crazy, but inside he was sure that Al was wrong. Al knew nothing about the way that stupid potion had made him feel or the look Rose had given him after she smelled it. Rose was attracted to him, and he knew that when he did finally snog her, she was going to want him to keep doing it.
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   Rose opened the door to her dormitory and couldn’t stop grinning. She had always, always loved Ravenclaw tower. The was something so simple and beautiful about the white stone and blue accents of the large, circular Common Room that she had been surrounded by for the last six years, but her Head Girl dormitory was now definitely her favorite room in the castle. It was a larger room than she had been expecting. The white stone of the tower carried into her room. There was a large circular rug of midnight blue and her curtains were a mixture of that same shade and a beautiful bronze color. There was an entire wall covered with books that she could not wait to look through and she had her own bathroom adjacent to her bedroom. The bed was larger than her normal four poster in the dorm she had shared with the other girls previously.
She found that her things were already there, waiting for her, but before she could unpack them she walked over to the portrait of a library. A girl wearing Ravenclaw robes and a Head Girl’s badge stood there waiting patiently. “Hello.” Rose told her.
“Hello.”
“I’m Rose Weasley.”
“Lovely to meet you Rose. I’m Alvina. Do you have the password?”
Rose pulled the parchment from her robes with the passwords on it and found the one she wanted. “Sapientia.” She told the portrait and the girl smiled as the portrait opened and Rose was breathless. “Oh … my ….”
“It is breathtaking.” She hear the girl in the portrait say. Rose walked inside the room, pulling the door shut behind her. The room was incredibly tall, books filled shelves on every wall. There was an incredibly large fireplace in one wall with stone carvings of magical creatures dancing around the border. Two armchairs sat in front of the fire, one blue and one green. One table sat in the middle of the room. It was enormous. Rose was sure that she and Scorpius could both spread materials for all of their classes out on the table and still have room for more. There were only two chairs sitting here as well. Another wall held a small kitchen were Rose found snacks and a menu for calling down to the kitchens. The room was beautiful and very, very special, she knew that Scorpius would be impressed as well, but it was also impossible. There was no way that a room of this size would fit in Ravenclaw tower and by looking out the windows she could tell that she was in a different part of the castle. This was a new and eerie magic that Rose was not used to. She had been moved through the castle simply by stepping over the border of that portrait in her room.
Rose hated to leave the library, but she knew that she needed to unpack and to sleep, so she settled for snagging a book off of one of the shelves and walking back into her room. She put her things away, happy to be able to have brought a few more personal items from home this year because she had her own room, and then she changed for bed, snuggled into her sheets, and fell asleep before she could even reach over to grab the book she had wanted to read.
A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this chapter! It’s longer than most of my chapter’s usually are but I’m going to try to keep the length up on them for this story. This story is a work in progress and while I have a general idea of where this story is going, I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas and guesses so please review and share them and let me know what you think !
Thanks for reading !
xo
Meg
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