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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 Five: I Love You
That night after hours at the house, talking in circles with Wimsby, and finally getting the man transferred to Department of Mysteries custody, Rose Weasley decided to actually leave the Ministry. She was emotionally and physically exhausted from her day. She couldn’t fathom going home to an empty house, so instead she went the one place she knew she would never get turned away, her parent’s.
She turned up well after dark, well after dinner, and rang the doorbell. She heard her Mom and Dad talking inside, probably wondering who would ring the bell at this hour, and then the door opened. Her Mom took one look at her and stepped forward to pull her into a hug. Rose let her head rest on her mother’s shoulder and she started to cry.
“Rosie? Is that you?” Her dad was standing somewhere behind her mom.
“Go put the kettle on, Ronald.” Her mother said softly, and she heard him walking away. She stood there like that, crying, holding her mom for a good five minutes before she felt able to support herself and control her tears. She took a step back and wiped her face. “Come on.” Her mother put her arm around her shoulders and pulled her in the house towards the kitchen. Her dad was in there warming biscuits for them.
“Rose, Are you okay?” He asked, coming over to hug her.
“Love, why don’t you go watch the telly in our room?” Her mom suggested and Rose loved her for it.
“Hermione, she’s obviously upset.”
“And sometimes a girl just needs her mum.”
“I’m okay, Dad. I just need some biscuits and to talk to mum a bit.” Her dad looked at her as if he didn’t believe that she could be fixed without him.
“We will come get you if you can help, okay? We love you, dear.” Her mom kissed him on the cheek and sent him out of the kitchen. Rose listened to him until she heard the door to her parents bedroom shut.
“Sit down.” Her mother told her. She busied herself, moving around the kitchen bringing over tea and biscuits and jam. Once they were both seated and Rose had taken a bite, she finally spoke again. “What’s happened?”
“It’s a long story.”
“I have more biscuits. We’ll be fine. Tell me what’s got you so upset.” Her mother stared at her expectantly, sipping at her tea. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to tell her mother about Scorpius?
“Well, I guess … It started seven years ago.” Hermione looked surprised at this, but didn’t say anything. “When I was in fifth year. I was a prefect and you know, we had to do rounds.”
“Yes, your father and I both did Prefect rounds. Though he was possibly rubbish at it.” Her mom smiled at the memory and Rose did as well.
“Sorry. I was doing rounds with Scorpius one night, well, actually we were arguing about rounds. He wanted to do them backwards and you are supposed to do them a specific way, the lake first and then the greenhouse.”
“You are SO my daughter.”
“Well, it’s the right way! Scorpius was being ridiculous and we were fighting about it and he said that sometimes breaking rules is fun and then he …” She looked her mother straight in the face. “He kissed me and then he just walked off like nothing happened.”
Hermione looked surprised at this. “Scorpius kissed you? You never told me that.”
“I never told anyone that.”
“Well, that is certainly surprising, but I don’t see how that has you so upset now?” Hermione looked concerned, as if she thought Rose may have lost it spending so much time in the Department of Mysteries. She had been hesitant about Rose working there.
“Er, well, a couple weeks later I got tired of him smirking at me about it and I confronted him in the library.”
“Oh.” Her mother’s face seemed to shift from concern to a sort of vague understanding, and while Rose knew there was no way she could know where exactly this was going, she was pretty sure her mother had a good idea now.
“He said that he’d been wanting to kiss me for ages. For ages mother. Can you imagine?” Her mom didn’t answer so she kept going. “And he asked me if I liked it and I said yes. We … well he … kissed me again and it was …”
“Wonderful?” Hermione asked, her grin was unexpected and lopsided. Rose looked at her in amazement. “I was young once, you know.”
“It was wonderful. I … He was the first boy that ever kissed me. We …” even seven years later it made her blush. “We snuck off to a classroom that night and talked, well we kissed a bit more, but we mostly talked.”
“You are SO SO SO my daughter.” Hermione said softly. When Rose didn’t speak again for a few minutes she asked, “How long were you with him?”
“Two years.”
“Two years?” Her mother looked absolutely shocked and amazed. “You were together for two years? And you never said anything to anyone?”
“Al caught us snogging once at the Burrow, the day before we went back for seventh year. We never told anyone else.”
“Oh Rose.” Her mother sounded heartbroken for her. “Why in the world did you keep it a secret? Didn’t you have feelings for him?”
Rose started to cry again. She felt the tears burning streaks down her cheeks. “I was so scared to tell Dad. I thought he would hate me. I know you and Mr. Malfoy … well … there are bad things there. ”
“Oh Rose, your father could never hate you, especially not for falling in love, and I forgave Draco a long time ago.” She sighed and asked, “What happened?”
“We met over the Christmas holiday in 7th year. I told you I was staying with a friend but …”

   “You didn’t.”
   “No. We’d been … intimate … for about six months at that point.” Hermione looked crestfallen.
   “I wish you would have told me, Rose. I’m so sorry that you felt you couldn’t come to us.” Rose felt awful for causing her mother to look as if she had failed.
   “I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.” She said quietly.
   “Rose, we love you. That love isn’t conditional based on who you chose to spend you life with. I wish you would have trusted me to tell me.”

   “I don’t think Dad would necessarily agree with that and I didn’t want you to lie to him.”
   “He would have come around.”
   “When? How much damage would he have done first?”
   “You never gave him the chance, Rose. That isn’t fair.” They sat there in silence for a few minutes. “Go on. You met with him over Christmas.”
   “We stayed the night in a Muggle Inn.” Giving her mother the sordid details of the way he had made love to her that night seemed unnecessary. “We’d been fight a lot for a long time about telling Dad. I just couldn’t do it. In the morning, Scorpius gave me a rose charmed… ”
   “To look like a Pheonix. The one in your office. It’s beautiful. I never realized it was a gift.”
   “Yes. It had … It was … Scorpius thought if we ... “ She closed her eyes and remembered sitting in that bed next to him, the rose in her hand, the ring, his grandmother’s ring. She opened her eyes. “His grandmother’s wedding ring was inside.” Hermione gasped at that, her hand flying to her mouth. “He thought if we were engaged, that Dad would see that we were truly in love, that he was committed to me.”
   “He proposed to you?” Her mother’s eyes were wide and her voice was shaky. “And you turned him down?” Rose nodded, burying her face in her hands. “Oh, Rose… I so wish you would have told me all of this years ago.”
   Rose wiped her face again and shook her head. “I couldn’t.”
   “Rose, did you love him?”
   “More than anything.”
   “Then you should have. Your life is yours, you don’t owe your father and I anything.”
   “After school, Scorpius left. He went anywhere but England and I didn’t really see him. We were both at a couple things but we ignored each other and one of us always left early. Then Harry gave him a job.”
   “I knew that. He was so excited that he had finally convinced him to come back. He’s been trying to recruit him since you both graduated. I guess now I see why he had so much trouble.”
   “They called me in today to help with a case he was working.”
   “Oh.”
   “Mum, I think I’m still in love with him.”
   “At some point you have to start living for you, Rose. I can’t promise you that your father is going to be happy or that he will ever love Scorpius, but I can promise you that he loves you and he will come around … eventually. You aren’t a little girl anymore Rose. No one is going to accuse you of making rash decisions when you have been in love with this man for seven years.”
   Rose looked out the window and saw that it was raining. “What if Scopius doesn't love me anymore?”
   “Rose, Scorpius is a handsome, succesful, wealthy young wizard who had done a lot to turn his family’s name around. If he didn’t love you anymore, he would be married by now.”
Rose bit her lip, considering, remembering the chemistry that had flowed between them, the way he had held her in her office. “I’m going to Al’s.” She stood up and started walking towards the door. “Thanks, Mum.” She called over her shoulder.
   “I love you!” Her mom called after her, and Rose couldn’t help but remember the first time Scorpius had told her that he loved her.
   They were doing rounds. It was sixth year. “Do you know what today is?” He asked, grinning at her as they walked towards the greenhouse.
   “Thursday?” She asked sweetly, pretending she didn’t remember.
   “No …”
   “The day before Binn’s boring, atrocious exam on the Goblin Revolt of …”

   “Rose!”
   “Oh, all right.” She laughed and stopped walking. They were behind the greenhouse where no one could see them, the spot they always stopped to snog. “It’s the anniversary of the first time you kissed me.”

   “Yes it is.”
   “So, don’t you think you should kiss me again?”
   “Yes I do.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her into him. His lips still made hers tingle as they touched. Today his kiss was soft and slow and lingering. “I got you something.” He murmured between kisses.
“Oh, a present?”
He pulled away but didn’t move back from her. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a long box. She took it from him, grinning madly. She opened it and found a white gold charm bracelet resting on a blue cushion. Each charm made her blush or smile or laugh as she remembered the days that they represented. The squid for their fight about the greenhouse or the lake. The book for the day she had stomped over to him in the library. The biscuit for the morning he had knicked them breakfast so they could snog before classes. The cushions for the old charms room they always met in after hours. And a flower for … she wasn’t sure what for.
“What is the flower for?”
“The first time I tell you I love you while we are by the Greenhouse.”
“But …”
“Rose, I love you.” She dropped the box and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him deeper, kissing him hard. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up so that she could wrap her legs around him. He pushed her back against the greenhouse and ran kisses down her neck while she moaned.
“Scor … I love you too.” She told him as his hand pushed up under her shirt and felt her warm skin beneath his hands. They had been desperately testing their limits lately, touching, feeling, groping more and more.
“Rose…” He moaned pushing his pelvis against her. She could feel how much he wanted her and she knew that she was incredibly and ridiculously wanting him also. They were trying so hard to wait, to put off sex, but it was getting harder and harder. They were only sixteen and no one even knew they were dating.
“Rose, let me touch you.” He begged.
“You are touching me.” She told him wickedly as he stroked her breast.
“Not there.” He pulled his hand out of her shirt, and slid it under her dress, stopping when he reached her knickers. “Here.”
She could barely breath. Her body was shivering just from having his hand near her. She nodded as he looked into her eyes and a moment later she felt him move her knickers aside. He put his thumb on her clit and began to rub small, slow circles. She clung to him tighter, new noises that she had never made before escaping from her lips. He grinned, loving her reaction.
“Scorpiusssss….” She hissed as her head rocked back against the wall. She had never in her life felt anything like this. She had touched herself before, usually when she was thinking about what it would be like to have him touching her or inside of her, but it had never felt like this.
He kept his slow swirls going as he positioned his fingers at her center. “You’re so wet.” He whispered into her ear as he slid one finger inside of her. She bucked against him, moaning again. After a few thrusts he added a second finger. “You’re so tight.” He told her. She could feel something building inside of her as he rolled his thumb over her clit and pushed his fingers in and out of her. “You feel amazing, Rose, my Rose, I love you.” She came then, clinging to him for support, her hips thrusting against his fingers, her body tensing as pleasure rolled through her. When the waves stopped she lay panting in his arms, and let her legs fall to the ground. To her horror he licked his fingers. “You taste amazing.” He told her with a smirk. She blushed bright red.
“That was incredible.” She told him softly, bending down to pick up her bracelet, which he took from her and helped put on her wrist.
“I love you.” He said again, for the third time.
“I love you.” She told him back, kissing him softly again. “Next time it’s your turn.” She grinned wickedly and started walking again.
“I’ll be looking forward to it.” He called after her as he tried to catch up.
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