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Whispering by magical words
Chapter 1: Chapter One: Lie
NEW AN (June 17, 2010): So, considering this story is coming to it's ending soon (chapter 23 and epilogue to go), an edit is needed. There aren't many in this chapter, but future chapters will definitely have more edits. I'm putting some review comments into effect in some chapters and doing thorough read-throughs to get any errors. I hope this final final end product will be wonderful. :)
AN: So this is the edited version of chapter one. Now, the changes I have made in this chapter aren't huge, but they are significant enough in later chapters that you probably will need to reread. Just a warning.
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Chapter One: Lie
“Rose Weasley! Rose Weasley! Rose!”
At hearing her name, Rose Weasley’s head swiveled in the direction of the high-pitched voice.
She saw an incredibly small first year running toward her, a piece of parchment held firmly in his hand.
“A boy gave this to me to give to you. He said that I needed to give it to you immediately,” the eleven or twelve year old boy panted, handing Rose the note. He must have been running for quite some time.
Rose smiled genuinely. “Thank you so much. What is your name and what House are you in, sweetheart?” she asked pleasantly.
The boy blushed for a moment before standing up straighter and puffing out his chest. “M’name’s Calvin. Calvin Stronghold. I’m a Hufflepuff.”
“Well, Calvin Stronghold of Hufflepuff, five points for generosity to do something good for another,” Rose told him, holding fast to the parchment.
Calvin Stronghold grinned like mad before running off.
Rose shook her head in amusement; first years have so much energy.
She surveyed her surroundings carefully before opening her note. There were a few of her younger classmates around, and she took full advantage of that. They wouldn’t know or care what she was about to read.
She unfolded the note with great anticipation, her heart beating frantically.
Free period after lunch. Same place as always.
Rose smiled to herself, stashing the note in the breast pocket of her robes, dangerously close to her heart.
Then the warning bell rang. She had four minutes to get to class. But she didn’t really care if she was late. She walked leisurely and confidently to History of Magic in her state of elation.
She slid into her seat beside her best friend and fellow Gryffindor, Cecelia Grafton, just as the last bell rang.
“That was lucky,” Cecelia whispered, amused.
Rose smiled in reply, diligently taking out a roll of parchment, a quill, and an ink pot before she began taking any necessary notes.
“I can’t believe you actually take notes in History of Magic,” Cecelia muttered. “That’s something Ravenclaws do…you aren’t in Ravenclaw.”
“No, that is true, Cece, but–”
“But she is her mother’s daughter,” Rose’s cousin, Albus Severus Potter, said as he walked into class late with his best friend, Scorpius Malfoy.
The two boys sat in front of the girls without even a word from Binns.
“How is it that Albus never gets reprimanded for waltzing into class late?”
Rose chuckled. Her best friend has had a crush on Albus for years. However, the fact that he has never pursued her like he has all the other girls in the school made Cecelia very bitter. Rose has tried multiple times to persuade Cecelia that his lack of pursuance was his way of playing hard-to-get. He wanted Cecelia to work for him, to pursue him. But Rose knew that Cecelia would never do that.
“Cece, you know why,” Rose told her gently. “He’s Albus Potter and he gets what he wants. And if he wants to be late to class without getting detention, he’s detention-free.”
Cecelia pouted before pulling out parchment of her own and doodling. She was far off in her own little world now.
Rose absentmindedly bit her lip and hastily pushed her hair behind her ears before looking up at Scorpius.
She was startled to see that he was looking at her over his shoulder.
He smiled at her and she smiled back.
He made a signal to look down at her parchment before he turned away.
She looked at her piece of parchment. Below her familiar, loopy writing that had diligently marked the day’s date and the class, Rose saw the cramped and angular writing that she loved seeing so much.
Did you get my note?
Yes, of course. Calvin Stronghold ran to find me, she wrote.
Is that good for you?
Yes. I’ll just do my Charms during lunch.
Rosie, you have to eat, Scorpius replied quickly.
Scorpius, I think being able to see you is much more important. What with our schedules and obstacles. Besides, I’ll stop by the kitchens on my way to our spot.
Rose looked up for a moment to see Scorpius shaking his head. He began writing hurriedly.
Alright, she read once she looked back down at her parchment. Then it’s a date. Free period, our place.
They wrote to each other throughout History of Magic, about nothing, about everything.
Finally, at exactly noon, the bell rang.
The seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins rushed out of Binn’s class, heading to the Great Hall.
“Come on Rose. Lunch time,” Cecelia said pulling Rose along.
“I’m sorry, Cece. I have to write my Charms essay.”
“But it’s not due till Wednesday. It’s only Friday.”
“I know, but we have so many other assignments to do, too. Plus, if I do it now, we can have more time to hang out this weekend.”
“Oh, fine. You’ll be in the Great Hall for free period though, won’t you?”
“No, I’m afraid that the essay will take me two periods. I’m sorry Cece. I know we haven’t had a lot of girl time recently. It’s just midterms and all that; they take up all our time. I promise that Sunday we will spend the whole day together.”
Cecelia tried to give Rose a smile. She was only mildly successful; her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
Rose gave her a quick, apologetic hug. She then went on her way to the Library.
She hated lying to Cecelia. This was the only secret Rose had ever kept from Cecelia in their seven years of friendship; Cecelia had no idea that she was dating Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. In fact, no one knew. Not even Albus who was Scorpius’ best friend. And to make matters even more difficult, Rose and Scorpius had been dating for near on eleven months. Oftentimes, Rose just wished that someone would run in on them while they were snogging and just announce it to the world. It would make it so much easier for everyone.
Rose angrily tried to push those thoughts out of her head, but to no avail. She kept on coming back to having her father find out. After all, it was her father who told her at 9 and ¾ her first year to beat him at everything and at all costs. She worried about what Grandpa Weasley and Grandma Weasley would say; not to mention her Uncle George and Uncle Charlie and Uncle Bill. She knew her father would hate that she was dating a Malfoy. The moment she said it out loud, he would scream and rant like a spoiled child who didn't get his or her way. Yet, she also worried about what her mother would say. She highly valued her mother’s opinion; how would Hermione take the news that her daughter was dating Draco Malfoy’s son?
Rose reached the Library and willed all these thoughts away. She needed to concentrate on her essay.
She managed to finish her essay on the bubblehead charm with seven minutes to spare in the period, allowing her plenty of time to stop by the kitchens and grab an apple.
She swiftly made her way up to the abandoned Astronomy Tower. (Fifteen years prior, the Astronomy classroom had moved to the north tower, where the Divination classroom had once been.)
There, she found that Scorpius had already arrived and set up a picnic with candles and a red-and-white checkered tablecloth.
“Scorpius,” Rose sighed contentedly, dropping her school things and allowing him to envelope her in his arms.
He kissed her forehead gently. “I thought, since you skipped lunch, why not bring lunch to you?”
“You are absolutely amazing!” Rose praised, rewarding him with a kiss.
“I know,” he laughed, kissing her back more deeply.
She smiled into the kiss, feeling his lips pull into a smile as well.
She gave him one last kiss before dragging him toward the food.
“I’m starving. Let’s eat,” she practically demanded, sitting down gracefully on the checkered tablecloth. “What’s on the menu today?”
Scorpius grinned madly, opening the picnic basket with flourish. “Only your favourites: grilled ham and cheese, dill pickles, potato crisps, lemonade and delicious brownies for dessert.”
Rose’s mouth watered at the sound of it all.
She leaned over to him and gave him a peck on the lips. “This is one of the many reasons why I love you.”
“Well, what’s not to love?”
Scorpius smirked, trying to hide a laugh.
He amended his statement. “I love you too. But really, what’s not to love?”
Rose kissed him again, laughing herself, before she pulled out a grilled ham and cheese from the basket.
She sat at the edge of the tablecloth, absorbed in her sandwich, completely unaware that Scorpius was watching her.
She truly was beautiful. She had thick, long, wavy auburn hair and chocolate eyes. Freckles sprinkled her nose and cheeks and a healthy pink hue brightened her cheeks. She was fairly tiny, standing just below the average height, and appropriately curves in all the necessary places. She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous, but she was pretty, her smile was infectious and her personality was radiant. And Scorpius was in love with her, just the way she was.
She eventually noticed that Scorpius had been staring at her as she had helped herself to some crisps. She didn’t even manage to get them to her mouth.
“What are you staring at?”
“You, Rose. You’re beautiful, you know.”
She blushed under his scrutiny.
He brought a hand to her face. “You truly are.”
This only made her blush more.
“Rose,” his voice sang in amusement.
“Scorpius,” she replied playfully.
He kissed her silently, taking her breath away.
She immediately dropped the crisp and wiped her hands on the tablecloth before wrapping her arms around his neck.
She deepened their kiss and leaned on him heavily. He had her tightly wrapped in his arms, as if he feared to let her go. She pulled out her wand from her pocket momentarily to banish all of the food and create a more comfortable spot for them.
His hands slipped up the back of her blouse, resting on her hips. His hands were cold and made her shiver. She shifted, kneeling and straddling his legs.
They fell back onto the checkered tablecloth, Rose on top of Scorpius. Their breathing was now irregular and their chests were rising and falling rapidly. Rose’s mouth searched for Scorpius’. She felt his lips bruise her swollen lips and felt his tongue brush her bottom lip, begging for entrance.
He pulled her under him, his hands on either side of her head. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her Gryffindor red blouse to reveal a black, lacy bra.
His lips moved away from hers as he kissed her jaw line and down her neck, finding the spot in the crook of her neck that was quite susceptible to shivers. He left kisses all along her collarbone and created a trail to the valley between her breasts.
She arched her back to let him remove her blouse completely before she began untying his tie and unfastening the buttons on his shirt. He took the chance to transfigure the tablecloth into a bed, to make the both of them more comfortable.
Scorpius rolled down Rose’s knee socks while she dealt with his belt buckle. Rose tore off her skirt and Scorpius ripped off his trousers and his socks.
The couple was left only in their underclothes.
Scorpius’ hand slid up her leg, over her stomach, her hip, up to her breast. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, all the while showering her with kisses.
She had wrapped a hand around his waist and the other was entangled in his hair. Her mouth was near his ear and her warm breath tickled his ear.
“Scorpius,” she suddenly whispered breathlessly, “I love you.”
He looked at Rose closely. He felt her hand tighten up in his hair and her nails grab into the flesh on his back.
She looked into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
He kissed her once; his kiss was full of passion and desire and love.
“I love you too, Rosie.”
Scorpius’ lips met Rose’s lips again, his hand wandering to her breasts and hers to the waistband of his boxers.
Scorpius stopped short. “Protection,” he whispered.
“Still on the birth control potion. Ninety nine point nine percent effective,” she responded before he captured her mouth.
They spent the remaining hour of their free period exploring each other in the abandoned Astronomy Tower.
AN: R & R please!