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Six and a Half Years	By : goldensnitch18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Scorpius/Rose Views: 12205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Six and a Half Years
- 1
It was well after one in the morning when Rose decided that she needed to go to bed. She had been dying for some time to read something that wasn’t about one of her lessons and twenty minutes at the end of the day had turned into hours. She put the book, a classic her mother had given her, on the bedside table and climbed out of bed to turn off her light. She could have used her wand, but living with Hermione Granger made someone aware of the special gift that magic was and the fact that it was not necessary for every single action.
When she turned down her light, she realized that the light outside her room was still on. She opened the door and headed down the steps to the library she shared with the Head Boy. They both had many late nights there, but on a school night, this time pushed it even for one of them. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she could see him. His hand was holding up his head and his eyes were semi-focused on a pile of paper and quills.
“Hey, you need to get some sleep.” She told him groggily. “ What are you even doing?”
“Potions essay. I'm swamped, Rose. If I don't stay up and get this done I won't have time before it due.” She had just finished hers earlier that night. It had been a nightmare.
“Maybe you're doing too much.”
“Says Rose Weasley?” He laughed at her and she couldn’t help but smile. She was hardly in a position to lecture him about having too many commitments.
“What are you writing about?” She moved closer to him and sat on the edge of the table. He handed her the parchment and began to read his essay. After reading through the first few paragraphs, she looked up to let him know that he had made a mistake. He had stood and leaned closer to her in order to be able to read with her, and when she looked up at him his face was inches from hers and she was suddenly extremely aware of the way he was biting his bottom lip as he smiled wickedly at her. Her mind wandered to the thoughts that she had been having about him since they had given them this stupid library and she knew that the same thoughts were running through his head. “We’re just friends.” She said out loud, whispering to herself, a reminder.
“Red…” He murmured and her body tingled, the reminder clearly not affecting either of them. She was suddenly feeling very awake and very aware of him.
“Scor …” She leaned into him and found that he was already doing the same, moving closer to her. His lips felt like fire against hers as they met. His hands rested on her knees, sliding up her thighs as they kissed. He pulled back and she moaned sadly at the loss of the heat raging against her mouth.
“Well that was unexpected.”He whispered against her lips, his breath tickled them as he spoke.
“I should come down here at one in the morning more often.”
“Yes, yes you should.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him harder, as she hoped to keep him in place this time. His hands held her tight against him and she moved her body to the edge of the table, pressing her hips against him.
He broke their kiss again as her core rolled into him and she felt him hard against the thin fabric of her leggings. “Fuck, Rose.” His head rested against hers and she grinned against his lips.
“You think you're the first boy to kiss me?” She asked.
“I know I'm not.” He sounded sad about this and it threw her off guard for the first time since they had began kissing. She knew that she had been thinking about this, dreaming about it, touching herself late at night imagining them alone in this library, but what about him?
“Scor … what is this?” He had been Scor to her for so long and she had been his Red. They were fierce competitors and friends, but it had never been anything else. They had never dared cross that line before. They shouldn’t be now. If their fathers knew …
“I have no idea.” He seemed honestly unsure, but she could tell he was still holding back.
“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” She held her breath. What if she was wrong? What if he had never thought about it before tonight? What if he was tired and needed release and she just appeared and provided an outlet? She couldn’t blame him. It’s not like she hadn’t done it to a boy or two over the years.
“I can't remember.”
“Scor …” She didn’t know what to say, how to proceed, but he kissed her again, stopping whatever she was going to say in response to his secret. He moaned into her mouth and she felt her hips grind into him again. She could feel his body growing even harder, the bulge against her center growing, rubbing against her as it drove her crazy.
“You have to stop doing that.” He groaned
“I don't want to.” She was delighted that their bodies rubbing together could make them both feel so crazy. This was turning out to be everything she had ever fantasized and more.
“Rose, it isn't fair.” He nuzzled his face into her neck and bit at her soft skin there, licking the red marks he left behind. She moaned again, which made him push harder into her.
She snaked her hands down his chest to find the mound pressing against her and rubbed, cupping him in her hand. “Merlin…” It was his turn to moan
She leaned into him and moved her mouth to his ear. “Scorpius … I want you.” She whispered letting her tongue lick at his lobe and bite the soft skin there. He scooped her up into his arms then and growled as he moved them both to the couch. She fumbled with the button on his jeans and finally popped it open as her back hit the soft cushion.
“Red…” He said again, nearly growling his nickname for her.
“Scor…” She grinned as she responded.
“Fuck …” Her hand moved around him, rubbing up and down slowly as he struggled to pull at her clothes. She laughed and released him as she slid off the couch and onto the floor. He looked confused and then surprised as he saw her sink to her knees in front of him. She pulled at the open jeans and he moved to help her remove them, sliding his boxers off as well. Her small hand moved around him again and he smiled down at her as she grinned, moving her mouth towards him. The moment her tongue touched the tip of his cock she heard him let out a soft sigh and his body hardened. In the next moment she enveloped him with her hot, wet mouth, using her hand to surround the part of his cock that wouldn’t fit. She began to bob up and down on him, delighted at the noises that she elicited. She felt his hands in her hair and he pulled at the tie holding it up, freeing her red curls to bounce as she moved up and down his pulsing shaft. “Fuck.” He said again, pulling on her hair, holding it tight in his hands, letting them bounce up and down with her head. She moved her free hand to his balls and began to massage him as she tasted precum on her tongue. She moaned and the vibrations sent him into a long moan of his own. “Shit. Rose. Stop.” He pulled back on her hair and she whined as she let his cock out of her mouth with a small popping sound.
“I was enjoying myself.” She said as she moved onto his lap, straddling him.
“I was about to cum in that perfect little mouth of yours and I can’t fucking let this night end without it buried in you.” His voice was deep and husky. She had never heard it this way and it made her fucking hot. She kissed him hard and he responded eagerly, tasting himself on her lips as he reached for the hem of her shirt. He pulled it over her head and stopped kissing her to admire the way her breasts bounced as he freed them. His mouth was on her nipple a moment later, a hand on the other, tweaking at her right nipple as he bit and licked the left one.
“Scor, unh...” She pressed her soaking leggings down onto his cock and he needed them gone immediately. He moved her, laying her down on the couch and moving to make room for her. He found the waist of her leggings and pulled them down and off her quickly. He stood for a moment, admiring her nearly naked body and then he knelt half on and half off the couch to kiss her ankle. She whined and told him, “Bloody shag me, Scor,” but this only made him laugh again as he slowly, so slowly, kissed his way up her legs.

She pulled at her nipple and moved a hand to slide under her underwear as he made his way to them, but the he pulled her hand away before it could slide under the silk. “No.” He told her. She moaned in frustration and began to tweak both nipples, trying to satisfy her own lust in some small way as he tortured her. Finally he reached her inner thighs where he bit her and she arched into him.
“Yessssss.” She hissed moving her silk core into his face. He inhaled the scent of her and nearly lost his load against the couch. She smelled fucking amazing. He pulled her panties down and off her legs, grabbed her thighs, and buried his face between her lips. His tongue flicked between the two soft, pink walls into her wet opening and she screamed, finally feeling him where she wanted him. “Fuck, Fuck, yes.” She pressed against him and he licked again, swirling his tongue around her nub, causing her to press harder against him. He moved one hand from her leg and inserted two fingers into her drenched pussy. He felt her walls stretch to admit her and she was unbelievable tight. He couldn’t wait to get his cock inside of her but he wanted to make her cum first so he ignored his own dripping and pulsating and focused on her moans. She was bucking her hips against his fingers, moving in time with him as he pushed in and out of her, his tongue still swirling circles at her clit. Finally he reached his thumb behind her pussy and pressed against her other tight opening, knowing that this would push her over the edge. She screamed the walls of her pussy clenched around his fingers and he continued to work her through her orgasm until it was over.
He moved up her body then, kissing her as he went, until he reached her mouth. “No one has ever touched me there before.” She told him.
“They were missing out.”
“I was missing out. That was fucking amazing.” She pulled his face to her, loving the taste of their sex mixing as he wrapped his hand around his cock and positioned himself at her satisfied walls. “Fuck me, Scor.” She told him and this time he listened. He pushed into her and she sighed as he filled her, his cock sliding home for the first time. He didn’t move out. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and moved them to the floor.
“I want to fuck you hard.” He growled at her. “I can’t do that on the couch.” She nodded and bucked her hips against him, not caring that the rug in front of the fire was surely going to leave her with carpet burns. He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and rocked into her. He was able to go much deeper this time and the angle made her swear again so he stayed there, pushing in and out, following her directions to go “Harder, fuck, harder,” as he moved. Her pussy was tighter than he had even imagined and each time it gripped his cock, making him want to lose his mind. He moved her legs down because he wanted to kiss her again and she pulled him down to her eagerly, kissing him as they rolled, moving her on top.
She rolled her hips and nearly sat on him, rocking back and forth on his cock. He moved one hand to her breast and the other to her hip. He watched as she grabbed her own hair, her lips puckered, her eyes deep with passion. One hand snaked down her body and landed at her clit, rubbing circles again. She was panting and moaning and rocking against him and she came again. The ripples of her orgasm were like a sweet, sweet, vice rolling over his cock. “Shit.” He rolled them again, moving her underneath him, riding the last waves of her orgasm as he slammed into her again and again making her scream out as she finished coming and he began to empty into her.
“Rose. Rose. Rose.” He whispered her name as his body fell onto hers. “Fuck.” He said again and she laughed.
“Am I funny?” He picked his head up and kissed her softly.
“Always.” He rolled to the side so he wasn’t on top of her anymore.
“What the fuck was that?”
“That was six and a half years of sexual tension.” She responded as she rolled over to look at his face.
“Please tell me you want to do it again.”

“And again, and again, and again.”
“Good.”
“I’m sorry you didn't get to finish your essay.” She was actually not sorry at all and he could tell because she was smirking at him like a wild woman.
“It was worth it. Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” He kissed her softly and his hand moved up her side, causing goosebumps to cover her skin as she blushed.
“Rose?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t want you to ever do that with anyone else.”
“Scorpius Weasley, are you asking me to go steady?”
“If that means I get to do that for the rest of my life and no one else gets to touch this incredible body and hear you moaning their name, then yes, I’m asking you to go steady.”
“Well it’s about Bloody time.” She kissed him again and he pulled her to him and moved his hands into her hair again.
“I have one condition.” He whispered softly.
“What is that?” She looked into his eyes and he looked back at her seriously.
“I’m not telling your dad.”
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