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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
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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 Two:
The next day, September 2nd, was Saturday. Rose's had started her morning by returning to the 7th year girls dorm, where she found that some things never changed. Upon entering, Rose had found had found Tamsyn Shacklebolt hanging off the side of her bed groaning, Poppy Oliver wrapped in a towel and staring at several outfits laid out on her bed, and Alice neatly dressed and ready for breakfast.
“Roooosssseeee,” Tamsyn groaned. “Make them stop. It's Saturday.”
“You'll miss breakfast.” Rose told her, laughing. Tamsyn hated mornings. She was always the last up and the last ready to go. She and Rose had been friends their entire lives. Her mother loved to tell her the story of how Kingsley Shacklebolt had fallen in love. She would start by explaining that he had once been needed to pose as a secretary for the Muggle Prime Minister. When his post there ended and Kingsley was eventually elected Minister for Magic, he had developed a friendship with the Muggle Prime Minister. It was the best that ties between the two worlds had ever been at that level. Over the first year of his appointment, Kingsley had gotten to know his replacement, a much more attractive and skilled secretary, even without magic, than he himself had ever been. Kingsley had asked Colette to dinner once, and then again, and then again and again. The magical world watched their Minister fall in love with a muggle and waited with baited breath to see what would happen next. Every date was in the papers, no matter how hard he tried to keep it away. Eventually Harry had told him it was better to just let them do what they were going to do, and Kingsley had stopped bothering to try to hide when he was with her.
What did happen next was that when Kingsley had been with Colette for two years, he turned to Hermione, a dear friend, muggleborn, and trusted coworker, to help him to tell his girlfriend about what he truly was capable of, the responsibilities of his position, and of the world that he lived in. Hermione and Ron, recently married, had hosted dinner at their house for both couples, something they had done several times, and they had helped Kingsley show Colette who he truly was.
Colette had been heartbroken by his deception. She threw her wine at his face and stomped out of the Weasley’s home, tears falling down her face. Hermione had insisted he give her time, and that was what he did. For two months, Kingsley sent her a letter once a week to tell her that he still loved her and he was sorry that he had not been able to tell her sooner.
It was Hermione who Colette had finally gone to for answers. She showed up late one night at the Weasley's home sobbing and Hermione had sent Ron away. She spent nearly three hours asking Hermione questions, listening to her answers, and asking more questions. In the end, she admitted that she understood why Kingsley had needed to wait so long, especially after Hermione explained that in most cases, a witch or wizard chose to wait to reveal themselves until after marriage. It was a mark of how serious Kingsley was about having an honest relationship with her that he had told her his secret before progressing any further.
Hermione had taken Colette to Kingsley’s home that night and left her there to fix what had been broken. Three months later, Kingsley married Colette in a quiet muggle ceremony that his friends by some miracle managed to keep out of the papers until after the event had occurred.
Colette and Hermione had gotten pregnant within a month of each other and they had raised their girls to be friends. Tamsyn was the oldest of six Shacklebolt children and her family was in the papers as much as Rose’s. It was nice to have a friend who knew what it was like to be able to keep nothing secret, to always watch your back and think about what might be found out. Rose didn't like to live her life that way, but those thoughts did have a place in her head.
“Gods Tamsyn. Get it together.” Poppy Oliver on the other hand was a muggle born. She had been sorted into their friendship first year and had been stuck with them, sometimes unwillingly, for the past six years. “What are you going to do when you have a job to go to and we aren't there to wake you up?”
“I will have my dad pay someone to do it.” Tamsyn moaned, finally moving her body off of the bed. Tamsyn was nearly six feet tall and her hair fell down in light brown ringlets to her shoulders. She had inherited her father’s dark skin and she was beautiful. There was really no other was to describe it. Rose could admit she was jealous of her friend’s beauty and she knew the other girls were too. She somehow managed to roll out bed, spend five minutes getting ready, and still look better than all three of them. Tamsyn always had some boy or another trying to pick her up, and it was not because of her political connections.
Alice snorted, closing the book she had been reading. “I'm pretty sure the Minister for Magic isn't going to be so understanding of your inability to get yourself out of bed. He's got a few things of his own to deal with.”
“Don't even get me started. He's up my butt about getting a job already. Who the bloody hell has a job already? Oh …” She glanced at Rose. “You don't …”
“Not yet.” Rose smiled and Tamsyn pointed a finger at her.
“Good. You need to have yourself some fun before you get a job. Merlin knows you've earned it.
“I'll take your suggestion into consideration.”
“That's likely. How do you even have time for us with your insanity this year?” Poppy asked, finally dressed after deciding on an outfit. Poppy was short and blonde and adorable. She could smile her way out of almost anything with the Professors. It was annoying to Rose who could get out of almost nothing with Professors because they all had her on a pedestal. Poppy didn't really care about grade or how many N.E.W.T.s she ended up with, she just wanted to have fun at Hogwarts and then whatever happened after that would happen. She was the opposite of Rose in nearly every way.
“Oh, ha, ha.” Rose said dryly.
“What? You think 7 N.E.W.T.S courses and a position on the house team and Head Girl is a lot?” Alice said, laughing.
“My father will probably come begging you to work for him.” Tamsyn told her, pulling a sweatshirt over her head.
“I think it's more a question of who won't come begging her to work for them.” Poppy countered and Rose had had enough.
“I'm going to breakfast.” She told them, pushing the door open again and walking out. She heard their apologies and insistence that they were teasing as they all rushed to follow her down.
XXX
Scorpius ate breakfast with Albus even though his best friend had punched him at the face the day before. He didn't mind really. It was the first time Albus had punched him and he hoped it would be the last, but if things went the way he was hoping with Rose it was possible that it could happen again. Scorpius surely wasn't going to tell anyone if she started snogging him. But he couldn't control what Rose would do with the information.
Even though it was a Saturday, Professor Vector still came around with their time tables. “It looks like you both are going to be quite busy this year.” She told Albus and Scorpius as she handed them each a parchment.
“Yes, we will be.” Scorpius told her.
“I have faith that you will both do excellent.” She gave them a small smile, about the best you could hope for from her, and handed schedules to Darius Zabini and Euan Nott, before continuing down the line.
“I guess we're just not busy enough for Vector.” Darius rolled his eyes at witch's back before looking over his time table.
“Look at this shite, Darius. It doesn’t even have Quidditch or rounds on it yet.” Albus said with a sigh, handing over his time table.”
“Your problem is you both care too much.” Euan smiled at his timetable, happy with his four N.E.W.T.S courses.
Scorpius ignored Euan and told Al, “We’ll survive. At least you don’t have to do rounds every bloody night.”
“Or that 7th course. You’re crazy mate.” Albus grabbed Scorpius’ parchment to look it over.
“Can’t have Rosie outdoing me.” He spoke without thinking and he looked up at Al quickly, but his friend just shook his head.
“You’re both crazy.” Al handed back the schedule.
“Totally nuts. Why would you want to be Head Boy anyway? I much prefer laying low and enjoying this last year before my parents make me go get a sodding job.” Darius whined, resting his head in his hands.
“Boo hoo. We all have to get jobs Darius. Gone are the good old days of being able to throw money at St. Mungo’s and claim status. We apparently have to work for that now.” Euan threw a mock look of anger at Albus who shrugged.
“Sorry my parents and Aunt and Uncle helped bring the end to an incredibly archaic and awful way of living, you ponces. And, the obviously aren't being any nicer about it. James is not happy with them. I'm more concerned about surviving this,” He lifted his parchment a few inches. “than I am about finding a job at this point.”
“We did the crazy schedules last year. We’ll survive.” Scorpius told him.
“Last year I wasn’t Quidditch Captain and you weren’t Head Boy.”
“True.”
“Maybe I’ll just drop something.” Albus scanned his schedule, searching for holes that he could make.
“The only class you could drop and still be considered for your Dad’s department would be Astronomy.”
“Well I won’t be doing that.”
Scorpius smirked. “Now who’s being dumb over a girl?” Scorpius knew all too well how Albus really felt about Alice Longbottom and it certainly wasn’t a friendly affection for the girl his brother liked to snog in broom closets or his cousin’s best friend. Albus was head over heels crazy for her and he just ignored it because of the previously mentioned snogging in closets.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” Albus looked affronted, as if it was entirely unfounded for Scorpius to be claiming that he was pining over his brother’s sometimes girl.
“I think we missed something.” Euan told Darius.
“They are doing their weird best mates thing again.”
“They make me want to barf.”
“Get a room!!” Darius groaned, putting up his hand.
Scorpius ignored them, lowering his voice. “Yes, you do. Look I’ve said it before. She and James never actually made anything official, SO…”
“Not going to happen.” Albus said sternly.
Scorpius stood from the table, grabbing his schedule. “Well, then you just keep pining and making yourself suffer by sitting through Astronomy with her. I’m off. Haven’t been to see our Heads Library yet and I think I’ll get a jump on some reading today.”
“We haven’t even started lessons! I was hoping we could catch some time on the pitch.” Albus stuffed the last of a biscuit into his mouth and jumped up after his friend.
“When has that ever stopped me?” Albus groaned and Scorpius shook his head.
Euan and Darius suddenly stopped their fooling around and looked up expectantly at Scorpius.
“Come on!”
“It's been months!”
“Oh all right. You can have one hour, but then I’m going to read and you’re all going to man up and deal with it.” Scorpius chided.
“Deal.”
The four of them were almost to the exit when he heard, “Malfoy,” and he and Al stopped to wait for Rose, who was walking towards them.
“Morning, Rose.” Al told her and Scorpius just stood next to him waiting for her to speak. Most of the Professors were sitting at the Head Table and Al would probably punch him again if he made any lewd comments, so Scorpius thought it was probably best to be on his best behavior.
“I was hoping we could work on the schedule for rounds today.” He resisted the urge to grin. Her words bringing to the surface his plans for that schedule.
“Sure. Al wants me to head to the pitch with him for about an hour and then I’ll be in the library the rest of the day. Just come by.”
“Have you seen it yet?” Rose grinned broadly, her excitement plain on her face.
“No, I crashed last night.” Al smirked next to him and Scorpius could have kicked him. He had crashed … after they drank a good amount of something special that Darius had brought from home and he’d lost an unprecedented number of rounds of Exploding Snap. That was not normally something that he or Al would partake in on the first night back, but it was a weekend after all.
“Well it’s definitely special.” She said remembering his words on the train. “I’ll see you later then.” She spun and headed back to her table.
“I might die.” Albus told him, his eyes wide.
“What?”
“You and Rose just spoke to each other and neither one of you was a complete arse about it.”
Scorpius hit him with his shoulder for being a prat and they left the Great Hall to grab their brooms.
XXX
Scorpius put his broom back in the corner of his room two hours later. He had tried to dip out many time, but in the end his friends had kept convincing him to stay. If he was honest it was nice to be back at it. His mother really had been awful that summer, wanting him to be with her nearly every moment. His father had tried to talk reason into her, but she was a mess. He was her only child and he was leaving her and there was nothing anyone could say or do to make that better in her eyes.
His father had also tried to get him to reconsider moving out as soon as he finished school, encouraging him to stay on with them a little longer, but Scorpius couldn’t. He had already been offered and accepted a job that would start immediately after his Graduation. There was no way he was going to do that and live with his Mum and Dad. No one knew, and he wasn’t taking seven N.E.W.T classes to stay up with Rose. He was taking them because he needed them. He hadn’t even told Al. The pair of them had always talked about applying to be Auror’s together and working their way up in the Department and now Scorpius was going off script and he honestly didn’t know how Al would feel about it. He was going to give Al a few days at least to recover from punching him before he found out.
Scorpius tried to shake the thought of his mother and his job out of his head as he packed a few books and parchment into his school bag. He really did need to keep getting ahead. Seven N.E.W.T.s was hard to juggle and now he had even less time to juggle it in. He was going to be spending a lot of his “free” time this year with a book in front of his nose.
The library was behind the portrait of another Slytherin Head Boy. He sneered at Scorpius as he said the password and swung open without a word to reveal the room beyond. The first thing he saw was Rose sitting at a very large table, books stacked around her, and parchment in neat piles.
He walked over to her, looking around the room as he did, taking in the walls filled with books, the kitchen, and the general awe that the room inspired. “Holy crap.”
Rose jumped, clearly too absorbed in her work to have noticed him approaching. “Gods Malfoy! You scared me.”
“Sorry, love.”
“Oh, we’re back to that are we?” She raised an eyebrow in frustration.
“Yep. Your knight in shining armor isn't here to keep me in check.”
“My knight …” The look of confusion that had spread over her features faded, replaced with a look of indignation. “Albus? What did he do?”
“He punched me yesterday. Broke my nose.”
“What?”
“He didn't really like how I was talking to you, I guess. But he doesn't know our little secret, does he?” Rose blanched, her mouth opening but nothing came out. Neither one of them had ever openly discussed what had happened last year in Slughorn's Potions class, but they both knew. When she didn't speak, Scorpius walked around the room to see everything better. “This is amazing isn't it?”
“Yes.” Rose stood, having slightly recovered from his mention of their moment over the Amortentia. “It really is.”
“So, should we get started?” He asked, taking a seat in the green armchair by the fire. Rose sat across from him in the blue one and watched as he pulled out his wand. He waved it at the blank air between them and a board appeared there, floating above the fire.
Rose raised her own wand and with a flick of her wrist a chart drawn in chalk appeared, waiting for the names of the prefects.
“You and I have to be on Fridays and Saturdays.” She said, flicking again, watching their names slowly appear as if some invisible person was writing them.
“We should put Albus and Alice together. They get along well.”
“You do know I'm one of his best friends too? I know he likes her.” She probably could have used a nicer tone, but she was still annoyed that he had made that comment about their “secret.”
“Of course you do.” Scorpius hadn't known that Al had told her and he wasn't too happy that she knew. It was always a point of pride between them when one knew something the other did not, but that was especially true when that something was about Albus. “What's her deal anyway?”
“Who’s deal? Alice?” Scorpius nodded and Rose shrugged.
“I don't know. She’s … who knows. She liked James, but you know James…”
“He's a whore.”
“Well, I maybe wouldn't use that word per se, but yea. He is, and Alice thought she could be okay with doing his casual thing, but she really just wasn't.”
“So … her and Al?”
“I don't know. Wouldn't that be weird? She spent all of last year snogging his brother.”
“If they both want it, they should just do it.”
“Well if she asks me for your opinion, I'll let her know you feel that way.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him again as if the thought of anyone wanting his opinion was laughable.
“No need to be a twat about it. I AM allowed to have opinions.”
“Not about other people's love lives. It's up to them what they are comfortable with. And don't call me that.”
“Don't act like one and I won’t.” Rose stared up at the schedule and didn't respond. She was trying so hard to be calm, not to start anything, not to fight with him. After a few minutes, she flicked her wand and added Alice and Albus as a pair to Tuesday and Friday night rounds.
They went through the rest of the students matching them by year with a prefect in a different house. Mixing the houses kept favoritism down, but it couldn't eradicate it entirely.
“You've put Lily with Ben on Tuesdays.” Rose said a good ten minutes later, neither one of them had spoke. Instead they had just taken turn silently matching pairs.
“So?”
“So, she’ll hex him to bits the first chance she gets. They are worse than us. Besides, he’s a sixth year and she’s only fifth. Put her with Tucker. They get on better and they are both fifth years. We can move Ben to Thursdays.”
“Oh no you don’t! We're having practice on Thursdays. That isn't fair.” Scorpius didn’t actually give a flubberworm’s arse if Ben had to do rounds and practice, but this had been his first chance to rile up Rose.
“Seriously?” Rose rolled her eyes again.
“Can you stop rolling your eyes at me every five minutes like I'm a bloody idiot incapable of understanding anything?”
“Well stop acting like it.” She snapped.
“He's a bloody chaser. He's going to be exhausted. It's not right to make him do another hour and a half of rounds wandering around the castle.”
“Then he shouldn't be a chaser and a prefect.”
“Really Rose? I don't see you in a rush to schedule yourself or Alice on Mondays.”
“Well it just worked out that way. I'm not trying to give us special treatment.”
“Well let's just work it out that Ben is off Thursday's.” Rose rolled her eyes for a third time as she waved her wand, shifting names and Scorpius growled.
He stood, waved his wand, and murmured a few words under his breath. Rose screamed as cold water fell onto her as if poured from a bucket.
“What the bloody fuck?!” She screamed, jumping out of her seat.
“I told you to stop rolling your eyes at me.”
“WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING ALONG,” she screamed at him, water dripping off every surface of her upper body.
“Well, I didn't see the harm. No one else is here to see what I do to you.” He laughed as her face grew red. Her hair was clinging to her cheeks and her eyes were wide.
“You are such a prat!” Rose twisted her wand and suddenly Scorpius could feel his skin crawling under his shirt. He started to scream and dance, pulling at his buttons, ripping them off. Rose doubled over, laughing as she watched him wiggle as he pulled off his shirt and then his undershirt.
“Die, die, die!” He screamed and threw his shirt in the fire, still brushing at his skin, doing his dance. Rose was choking on her laughter, tears in her eyes from watching him.
He watched her, looking totally and completely pissed off while he waited for her to stop laughing. She came down slowly, still stifling a few chuckles when he spoke. “That wasn't funny.”
“Yes it was. You should have seen your face. And the dancing. Oh, you were dancing!” She giggled and watched him glare at her. “You ripped your shirt off so fast. Never in my life.” And she was laughing again. This was not how he had pictured this going at all. He thought if he started nitpicking about the schedule she would argue back and they would escalate into screaming and he could kiss he in a fit of rage and then things would just progress naturally from there. Right now he was standing half naked in front of her while she LAUGHED at him. He was supposed to be snogging her senseless to shut up her usual screaming. He watched her laughing at him, his scowl growing darker, and then he decided that he wasn't going to let a little water and an itching charm ruin his damn plans.
Scorpius walked over to Rose, pulled her up by her shoulders, and while she was still laughing, he pressed his lips against hers, pulling her close. She stopped laughing immediately, her lips on fire for the briefest of moment, and then she pulled back.
“What the … Scorpius … just … what?”
“I was serious on the train. I'm not letting some other git like Rowan get in my way. I want you and I know you want me so don't even pretend.”
“That's not how this works!”
“It is now. I saw you in Slughorn's class Rose. You know I did.”
“That was a year ago!”
“Yes, and I’ve waited a year to find out how bloody good you taste.” He kissed her again. His fingers wrapped into her wet hair, holding her lips against his. By some miracle she was kissing him back, her lips moving against hers. His body was on fire so he pressed hard against her soaked chest, feeling the water cold against his burning skin. Every fiber of his body wanted Rose Weasley.
Her own arms moved without direction, pulling him tighter into her, melding their bodies closer together. In that moment, kissing Scorpius was all about heat and desire and a need burning hard inside of her that she couldn’t explain or understand. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t help but think that all those moments with Rowan had been nothing compared to how she felt with Scorpius finally against her. She had imagined this moment for so long and now it was finally here and it was perfect. Scorpius bit at her bottom lip softly and Rose unwillingly moaned into his mouth, before pulling back just a hair, enough to speak.
“We pretend we don't know how badly we want each other and we do what we've always done.” She whispered, her words tickling his lips. “The rules haven't changed.”
“You changed them when things ended with Rowan. I wouldn't snog you senseless when you were with him, but that's over and now I want you.” His lips were hard on hers again, claiming her.
She pulled back again, stepped away from him, pulling out of his hands, making the distance between them several feet. “This doesn't make any sense, Scorpius. We can't even make a rounds chart without cursing each other.”
“It doesn't have to make sense. We're not going to fall in love, but shit, Rose. Do you really not want to kiss me again after that?” He didn't speak for a long time, waiting while she silently stared at the carpet. “See?”
“Just because we want to do something doesn't mean we should.”
“We have to figure out how to get through this year without losing our badges.”
“So what are you suggesting? We snog instead?” Her voice was high and she sounded angry, but
“I'm suggesting we find a new way to deal with our problems. A much more satisfying way.”
“That's disgusting.”
“Maybe. But it would work.”
“I'm not doing it.”
“Just think about it.” He moved towards her again and she tried to back away but the back of her knees hit her chair. He pulled his wand out, waving it over her, drying her hair, her body, and her clothes. She watched him take the last step until he was standing right in front of her. He leaned into her, their foreheads touching. She could smell sandalwood and cinnamon and it made her want him even more. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her into him. “Rose …” He sounded like he was in pain, like she was killing him. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I smelled your lavender shampoo in that damn dungeon. I need to do this. I need to get you out of my system. Can you honestly tell me it hasn't been the same for you?”
She put her hands on his chest and sighed. “No, I can’t.”
“Then think about it.” He leaned further down to kiss her, and this time he felt her arms snake up around his neck from his chest and her body fall into his before he even reached her. His lips brushed over hers and then he felt her press hard against him, demanding more pressure. He obliged, pulling her even closer, snaking one arm back up into her hair and using his other arm to hold her tight against him. He felt the fire burn inside of him again as she let out another soft moan and flicked her tongue at his mouth.
He parted his lips for her, allowing her to swirl her tongue around his. He felt his body growing hard against her, his mind racing ten steps ahead to what he wanted to do with her. She was running her hands down his sides, her hips rolling forward into his. Several minutes later she stopped to breathe, her forehead still against his. They were both breathing hard. “I’ll think about it.” She promised. “Let's finish the schedule.”
XXX
Rose laid on her bed later that night trying to read, even going through the motions of holding a book in her hands in front of her face. It may as well have been written in another language. She couldn’t focus enough to figure out what the words on the page were trying to tell her. All she could think about was Scorpius and for once she was going to have to actually think about it. Usually, she would go find Rowan, who would be only too happy to scratch her itch, but now … now she would have to consider his proposition. Well, consider probably wasn’t the right word. Rose knew the answer to his suggestion.
It was no.
Undeniably, without question, no.
But, if that was true why did she keep seeing his face, his eyes in particular, watching her, claiming her. She could still feel the heat in her stomach that his look of desire had created there.
This didn't make any sense. She hadn't even kissed Rowan like that for months after they started dating. Granted that was two years ago and he had been her first boyfriend, but still. She had done everything right, taken her time, been slow and worked on their relationship, he met her parents, she … well … his dad was already at Hogwarts, so, of course she knew him, but she met his mother. Every decision she ever made about furthering their relationship was made with careful consideration and at the appropriate time. There was only one time she had ever completely lost her head with Rowan and it had been right after the Amortentia incident. After the way Scorpius had looked at her and the way her body had responded to the scent of him floating from that potion, Rose had needed someone, something, bad and she wasn't about to admit that person was Scorpius. She knew Rowan would be at the pitch because her boyfriend was nothing if not obsessed with Quidditch. His father had definitely rubbed off on him and his brother in that way.
She had gone straight to the pitch when she got out of potions, not bothering to even drop her bags in her room. Rowan had been flying when she arrived, but he came down to her after she got his attention. He'd walked up to her, opening his mouth to greet her, and she had wrapped her arms around him, crushing his lips with hers. “I need you.” She had mumbled, embarrassed, and they had gone to the nearest private area, the changing rooms. Rowan had pushed her against the wall and she had felt his lips suckle at her neck. His fingers fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, wanting to feel her breasts, the one thing she had let him touch under her clothes before that day. She had moaned, her body needing more than their usual safety zones were going to give it. “Touch me.” She had barely been able to get the words out, grabbing one of his hands and moving it down her body.
With a look of shock and pure amazement, Rowan had let her move his hand under her skirt and then taken control, his hand eager and nervous as one finger slipped into her knickers and between her folds for the first time. She had moaned as he moved one finger and then two in and out of her, mimicking the motions she was sure his cock was screaming for. She clenched his hair in one hand as he continued to suck at the soft skin of her neck, while the other reached down to swirl around her clit. “Fuck.” She had leaned into him as she came several minutes later, her teeth bit down hard on her lip and her mind raced with thoughts of Scorpius Malfoy.
That had been a dark day for Rose Weasley. She never really recovered from the feeling of betrayal she felt towards herself. She had used Rowan and there was no way she could explain that. He had been elated by the change in their relationship, jumping on the momentum to get her to try other things he had been longing to do with her. Each time she felt dirty, remembering the way she had wanted and needed Scorpius that first time and imagined him touching her countless times after. It had created an invisible barrier between her and Rowan that he had no way of understanding or even realizing was there. Neither one of them was blameless in their break up and this particular issue, this particular lie, this particular distance was definitely one thing that she would take the blame for.
Now, one year later with Scorpius, she didn’t know what to do. Scorpius didn't want a relationship. He just wanted to snog her and who knew what else. Not that Rose wanted a relationship with him, because that would be ridiculous, but was she capable of doing those things, the ones she had done with Rowan and Rowan alone, with someone who didn’t feel anything but animosity and lust towards her? Their dislike of each other was passionate and they were both attractive and attracted to each other, but did that mean that she should forget everything she had ever insisted on with Rowan out of respect for herself just to act out the fantasies she had been having for a year?
Rose desperately wished she could ask her mother. Hermione Granger was incredibly good when it came to making hard decisions. She had helped Rose through so many decisions that there was no way she could recall or count them, but she doubted very much that her mother would want to help her with this particular problem. Her parents were tolerant of the Malfoy’s. They had very occasionally had to co-exist and no one ended up cursed or threatened, so everyone considered it a win. Her Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry had spent slightly more time with them, but also weren’t jumping to invite them to Sunday dinner. No one in her family would be happy if it happened to get out that she was carrying on a … a … what? A … physical relationship … with Scorpius. Clearly Al even hated the idea as he had punched Scorpius in the face for his suggesting comments. How could she risk them finding out and their opinions of her being ruined? Would this one thing overshadow so many others that they loved about her? Surely not, but … what if it did? What if it changed their opinions just enough?
Rose buried her face in her pillow, screaming into it in frustration.
She knew the answer.
It was undeniably no.
So why didn't she want to tell him that?
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At 9pm that night, Rose met Scorpius in their library. She was trying very hard not to think about how good he had looked without his shirt on after he'd thrown it in the fire when she had hexed him earlier that afternoon, but she couldn't push the image out of her mind. She liked looking at him. If she was going to be really honest, she liked him looking at her.
“Ready?” He asked, and she nodded. They exited the library through the third door and found that they were very near the great hall. They walked out into the corridor, shut the door, and watched it vanish.
“I guess we can only get in from our bedrooms.” Rose said aloud, stroking the wall, searching for the entrance.
“Sapientia.” Scorpius said the password beside her,. Nothing happened. “Looks like you're right.”
“Do you ever wonder how many secrets this castle is hiding that nobody even knows about?” Rose tore her eyes away from the wall and looked at him.
“Not really. The castle is old and we rarely have a reason to explore it further than lessons and nicking food from the kitchen. I'm sure that we don't even scratch the surface of what it's hiding.”
“Hmmm.” Rose moved away from the wall, leaving that particular mystery behind, and started to walk. They were doing rounds alone tonight and starting the schedule tomorrow. They would deliver them to the prefects at breakfast. Scorpius followed after her. They were quiet for awhile, each of them lost in their own thoughts and no one seemed to be out of bed. Rose also felt weord, unsure of how to act around him now thay he had kissed her like that. Whete in the world did that leave them?
Even with all of that, there was only so much silence Scorpius could take when he was still waiting for her answer. “So, did you consider my option for helping us get along better.”
Rose's heart skipped a beat and she stammered, “Uhhhh… I…”
“It just makes sense. Say yes.”
“I …” She wanted to say yes. She wanted to stop him right now and snog him in the middle of the deserted potions corridor, but her mind was so full of reasons not to.
Scorpius seemed to catch her hesitancy. He stopped her with a hand at her waist. “We both want this. It can't be wrong. We just do this, then you and I go our separate ways and We’ll be over this … whatever this attraction is.”
“I can't.” Rose mumbled, holding her eyes closed for a minute. “I can't do it.”
“But …”
“No. You're right. I do want it.” There was no sense lying about that. She knew he wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. He didn't know the details of her relationship with Rowan and the guilt she had felt when her mind wandered at times when it really shouldn't have, but he knew enough to know she felt that same desire coursing through her when he touched her body. “I just can't risk my family finding out or losing head girl and who knows what else just to snog you.”
“No one will ever know. It will be our little secret.” He leaned down, trailing his lips across hers and she pulled back.
“Hogwarts may keep secrets, but people don’t. Someone will find out. We’ll slip up. Things like this always end badly.”
“No we won’t. We’re the two smartest students in the school. I think we can snog without getting caught. And it will help us get along in class, which we have to do.”
“I just can't. We’ll find another way to get along. Somehow our parents managed it, so it must be possible.” She pulled back from him, breaking his hold on her waist.
She didn't wait for him to speak again. She just walked away, waiting for him to follow her. Scorpius stared after her, a frown deepening on his face. He had imagined the many ways this night would go once she agreed to his plan, but not once had imagined what he would do if she didn't.
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