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Chapter 1: Their Room
“Miss Weasley, another acceptable essay,” professor Weiss, the Transfiguration teacher, shook his head tetchily. I had the grace to mentally swear fluently and look disappointed. Mum was so going to send me a howler once she found out. This was the third essay that I had failed to get at least an Exceeds Expectations in. I took the essay from his outstretched hand and stared blankly at the obvious, red A taking up residence in the top right corner of the parchment. Many errors had been pointed out in the essay by reproving red ink. “I expect better next time, Miss Weasley, or I will be writing to your parents.” Gritting my teeth as he moved on to hand Chelsea her essay, my hand dove into my cloak pocket and clenched a silk scarf.
Two weeks had passed since the party incident and I was no closer to finding out my mystery man than I was to inventing an immortality potion. My mind had temporarily deserted my head and had left me a little past baffled. Lily was, putting it mildly, bathing in the pleasure of watching me suffer. She refused to tell me the anonymous guy’s name and tortured me with little clues as to who he might be. Cryptic and impossible to figure out were the only things I could think of to describe her apparently straightforward clues. Straightforward, Merlin’s filthy old arse.
Now, I carried the scarf with me wherever I went as a reminder of that blissful, ardent hour. Sometimes I played with it at dinner, hoping to see if anyone noticed and watched me. Perhaps I could spot that nameless creator of charm and pleasure. This strategy didn’t work, for I noticed that quite a few number of people watched me at dinner and when my eyes would dart towards some of them, theirs would immediately look away. And many of the ones who did watch me at dinner were impossible to picture as my mysterious paramour.
“Miss Weasley isn’t the only one whose grade is slipping, Mr Malfoy,” Weiss said touchily to a bored, slightly downcast Malfoy. Miserably, I turned to stare at him as he turned jaded grey eyes to Weiss.
“Yes, professor?” he said wearily.
“I can only just deem this essay acceptable, Malfoy. What goes for Miss Weasley goes for you too.”
Weiss carried on and Malfoy looked down at his essay disdainfully before turning to stare at me. Surprised at the intensity of his gaze, for his eyes were smouldering in the dull, dreary classroom, I raised an eyebrow in question. One was likely to question his behaviour. Usually he was the audacious, smooth-talking bastard that everyone was used to. Ever since term had started once more, he’d been distant and uncharacteristically subdued. He shook his head and turned to gaze down at his textbook without really seeing it.
Uncaring, I turned to Chelsea and snatched her essay from her hands. An A similar to mine smiled cheekily at us from the parchment. Chelsea normally got acceptables so this was no surprise to her.
“Acceptables aplenty,” Chelsea sang and raised curious blonde eyebrows at my essay. “You never get acceptables.”
“I know,” I nodded. “I’ve just been…” I trailed off, searching for the exact word.
“Distracted?” she suggested. I couldn’t help but to agree and nod. “I would be distracted too if I didn’t know who was working wonders on my lips,” she grinned.
“Lily told you?” I said much too loudly in livid tones. Half of the class turned to stare at me curiously, many females hiding sniggers behind their hands. A feeling of intense scrutiny befell me, two searing arrows shooting straight into my back. Surprised, I turned and saw Malfoy staring at me once more, his cheek lifted up in a small, amused smile. He looked away as soon as our eyes met but his smile remained set on his lips. Aggravated and confused, I turned to see Chelsea biting back a smirk.
“Do you know who it was?” I asked quietly, my voice desperate.
She grinned and nodded. I waited, staring at her expectantly. Chelsea wasn’t as stubborn as Lily but they had similar minds. “Well…”
“Tell me who it was,” I demanded impatiently.
A guilty smile befell her lips and she threw me an apologetic look. “I promised Lily I wouldn’t tell you.” I glared daggers at her, my teeth gritted together in absolute ferocity. “Look, if you don’t know who he is until the week finishes, I’ll tell on Sunday evening.”
“You promised Lily,” I mimicked dryly.
“Honestly, Rose,” she sighed and gave me a roll of her eyes. “Even though she may not show it, Lily is getting pretty sick of this brooding, miserable Rose. Everyone is.”
“Well then save me the trouble and tell me.”
“But she’s not sick of seeing you beg for his identity.”
“I hate you,” I said without commitment and turned back to stare down at the worthless essay. Chelsea chuckled with much amusement, unable to hide her pitying snigger within the laughter. My wand was desperate to practice some curious curses, and I had a feeling Lily and Chelsea would make perfect targets.
Despite having a miserable black cloud over my feelings, I tried my utmost to pay attention to Weiss as he prattled on about cross human-animal transfiguration. At the end of the lesson, I had a satisfactory amount of notes on the subject. Hopefully enough to get me an Exceeds Expectations in the essay Weiss set us. Walking out of the classroom with Albus and Chelsea, I was disgusted to see Lily’s smirking form waiting for me.
“Hey, witch,” I grumbled and walked past her. Her smirk widened and she followed. Albus, I was sure, was scowling in confusion. “Why are,” he began, his voice bemused.
“Girl problems,” I mumbled crabbily, hardly wanting Lily to tell Albus (of all people) about whom she had caught me kissing in a cupboard with.
“Figures,” he said and ran after Hugo upon seeing him exit a nearby classroom.
Lily strolled beside me, her smile wide and mocking. “Still no closer to find out his identity?” she asked, her voice mockingly morose, even though she knew full well that I still had absolutely no clue as to whom he might be. I remained silent and quickened my pace, eager to get away from her. She kept up. “You’d be pretty surprised at who he is,” she continued, completely unaware of my clenched fists and tense expression.
It took all of my self-control not to turn around and curse her. There were limitations for everything and she’d already exceeded this topic’s limits. I broke into a run, my heart thumping in anger and the scarf clenched tightly within my fist. The smattering of furious, traitorous tears fell onto my cheeks, blurring my vision slightly.
“Rose! Rosie!” Chelsea and Lily called me back, but I wanted nothing more than to have some time to myself. Raising a hand to wipe my tears away, I was surprised and irritated to have myself bump into a figure, delaying me from having a little time just by myself.
“Sorry,” I muttered thickly to the person, briefly glancing up to find Scorpius Malfoy staring down at me curiously. I could hear Lily and Chelsea’s footsteps nearing.
“Rose,” he began in a stiff, familiar voice.
“Leave me alone, Malfoy,” I grumbled and continued on my way, my footsteps quick on the stone floor. Of their own accord, for my mind had –in a moment of blissful ignorance- fled my head, my feet took me to the room of requirement. I stared at the blank stretch of wall before me for a few moments, my thoughts straying to the party. Shaking my head, so to clear it, I closed my eyes and paced three times before the wall, my thoughts asking for what I wanted.
I need the room of the party two weeks ago.
Upon opening my eyes I found that a familiar door had appeared, as expected. Smiling slightly, I pushed it open and was swallowed by the darkness of the room.
“Lumos,” I whispered, a blinding white light erupting from the tip of my wand as I raised it slightly. The room was exactly as it had been two weeks ago but for one big difference. Everything had been cleaned up. Using my wand’s light, I guided myself to the doors and stood in front of the door where the room that haunted my dreams and thoughts was.
Slinging my bag off my shoulder, I leant against the rough door and unevenly slid down. I didn’t know what to expect in coming here, the place that was the reason of my recent troubles and slipping grades, but it just offered me slight comfort. I couldn’t help but to remember comparing myself to Prince Charming and an amused smile befell my lips. In this story, Prince Charming had lost his Cinderella and didn’t have a hope of finding her. But perhaps he should continue looking? Perhaps he can find her in the most unexpected of moments and places. Perhaps… but I wasn’t Prince Charming. I was a teenage girl by the name of Rose Weasley, who had the most annoying cousin known to wizarding kind.
I let the scarf fall out of my clenched fist and closed my head, my eyes closing and my head tilting to rest on the wood of the door. I hadn’t realized just how exhausted I was. My eyelids wanted to remain closed and a satisfied sigh escaped my lips as I thought of the tedious Ancient Runes class I would skip. Lost in my thoughts and fatigue, I failed to notice the gentle click of the door as it opened or the silent sound of cautious footsteps.
On the verge of concreting my decision to sleep, I felt the heat of another body close to mine and I immediately snapped my eyes open in shock. Most unfortunately, the person had picked up the scarf and tied it around my eyes. Struck by panic, I struggled and recoiled.
“Do you want to know who I am?” A rich, wonderfully familiar voice sounded smoothly in my ear. It flowed into my body and warmed me up instantly. I ceased my struggling.
“You,” I whispered, my hand finding his shirt and clenching it near his heart, my nails digging into his skin. I felt his jolt of pain. “You’re hurting me,” I hissed roughly, my voice and breathing becoming uneven.
“And you’re not hurting me?” he asked harshly, his voice loosing all smoothness, but smouldering hotly. The temperature within my body increased and my other hand clenched his shirt, softer this time. “Do you want to know who I am?”
“Yes,” I moaned desperately.
His breathing erratic, I felt his hand rise and deftly undo the knot that held the scarf together. Unable to control my feverishly beating heart, I felt the smooth scarf fall down my face and into my lap. Bracing myself, I opened my eyes and came into view of the fiery, granite eyes of Scorpius Malfoy. A hard, expectant expression resided upon his face, but as he looked down at me, it softened faintly.
“Malfoy?” I gasped quietly, struck dumb by disbelief. Of all the people it could’ve been, I got the blonde, arrogant Slytherin. But who can care that he’s Scorpius Malfoy when somehow, in a loving way, he’s bruising your lips and skin with his silky lips and velvety hands. All contempt I held towards him was slowly, waning.
“Surprised much?” he whispered and sat next to me, mimicking my position before he had entered.
“A little,” I lied. A soft, doubtful snicker came from him. I turned to look at him, striking and serene with his eyes closed. A flicker of silver caught my eye and my gaze moved from his face to his wrists. Idly sat on his right wrist was my silver bracelet. I greeted it with a smile. “You’re wearing my bracelet.”
“I haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me,” he informed me with an uneven smile, his eyes still closed. “I found Zabini going through my things, asking if I had a ring to match. The bastard.”
I let a small, uncertain laugh escape my lips. Finally, he opened his eyes and turned to stare at me, his face void of any expression. The ghost of a smile played upon his lips.
“Your eyes are beautiful, I never realized.”
Uncharacteristically, I blushed at the compliment but kept my own eyes on his. I was reminded of the lake when the moon’s light hit its surface. “Blue is too common.”
“But your eyes are one of a kind,” he whispered in my ear.
“Are you really saying these things to me?” I mused with some scepticism, my eyebrow raised. “Or is this just some dream I cooked up?”
His smell was intoxicating as he leaned towards me, ensnaring my senses and making me faint. His fingers stole underneath my chin, warm and smooth, and turned my face towards his. My eyelids closed as I saw his lips nearing mine, his eyes leering at them. Complete bliss overtook my body as his lips slowly, tenderly caressed my own. I eagerly responded, my fingers crawling around his neck and drawing him to me insatiably. Who in Merlin’s good name could turn down Scorpius Malfoy if he worked miracles upon their lips? I gave a small moan of disappointment as he slowly pulled away.
“If your dreams are like this, I’d love to live in them,” he teased against my lips and I felt his lips curve upwards into a smirk. Gently, I pinched his neck. He flinched a light, involuntarily flinch. “Ow.”
“That didn’t hurt,” I scalded quietly, my lips gently pressing against his before I nuzzled his bristly neck. “You still have stubble.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“No, I do,” I paused, before a thought came to me. “How did you know I was here?”
He pulled me from him and looked down at me. “You may not like it, but Potter knows you better than she knows herself. She predicted you’d be here.”
I laughed, surprising him. Leaning closer, I kissed his cheek and asked doubtfully, “You asked my friends about me?”
“They already knew it was me,” he replied with a laugh of his own. “It was you who didn’t.”
We remained in silence for a while, tangled up in each other’s arms. His body against mine was deliciously wonderful and he pulled me closer, wanting more of me near him. I certainly put up no objections. The heat coming from his body was deliciously affectionate.
“It was actually Potter’s idea to send me here,” he confessed into the dark.
“Lily?” I chuckled. “That pretty decent of her, considering how she was enjoying me suffer.”
“I think you got a bit too crabby for her liking, you can get that way at times…Ow!” He whispered softly as I pinched his arm.
“If whatever this is between us develops, you’ll be seeing a lot of my crabby side if you so much as upset me,” I threatened dangerously, but softened it with a long, tender kiss on his lips.
“I have no idea why in Salazar Slytherin’s notorious name I like you,” he muttered.
“You like me?” I asked softly, too caught by surprise to be sarcastic or teasing.
Actions speak louder than words. I was a firm believer in that. Needless to say, I hardly answered her question with words. In desperate need of feeling her satisfying, warm lips against mine, I leaned towards her and kissed her hard, possessing her lips with my own. She responded immediately and forced my lips open so her tongue could curl possessively around mine. Her hands found my robe and pulled me closer, her lips curling up in a smirk. Hardly wanting her to have all the fun, I manoeuvred us so that I was before her and her back was pressed to the door. Slowly, not wanting to break the firm, almost hallucinatory kiss, we got to our feet.
Pushing her against the door, she released a sound of protest and pain as her back dug into the mahogany patterns. Apologetically, I pulled her from the door and soothingly ran my fingers down her spine, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from her. Judging from the way she kissed me fiercely, her teeth grazing my lips, I guessed I still wasn’t forgiven. My heart was beating erratically fast as our tongues fought in a battle for dominance. My hands travelled down her sides and snuck underneath her warm knit sweater, greeting the soft fabric of her shirt. My fingers lingered on the lowest button.
“Don’t think about it,” she muttered huskily, her lips leaving mine to trail kisses along my jaw and down my throat.
“Why not?” I teased and audaciously undid the button. “You took my shirt off last time, remember?”
“This shirt isn’t coming off,” she said firmly and to taunt her, I undid the next button. “Yours however…” Her hands stole underneath my cloak, and as one clung to my shoulder the other nimbly pulled my tie loose and carelessly discarded it behind her. She began to undo the buttons, starting from the top one.
“Why don’t I get the same favour?” I pouted and halted her hands, holding them firmly in mine. “That’s very unfair on me.”
“You talk too much,” she stated plainly and brought her lips to mine for a possessive, fiery kiss. She trapped my lower lip between her teeth and I released a moan, deepening our kiss. My hands were manacles around her wrists and I pinned them by her head as her kisses became gluttonous and blissfully lustful against mine.
She was making me breathless simply with her kisses; I imagined I would pass out if things went any further. As if reading my mind, daring to put my hypothesis to the test, she leaned in and kissed me again, this time more violently and fervent than before, eliciting a deep moan from me. Her mouth left mine to delicately kiss my neck and jaw again as I released her hands, wanting to run them through her curls, reveling in the smoothness of her hair. Her fingers ran across my shirt before reaching up to pull me closer by the shoulders.
“Rose…” I gasped as her tongue slithered out of her mouth to tease my throat. She did not respond. When I could take no more I bought my lips to the base of her throat and tasted her greedily, the faint traces of her perfume bitter on my tongue.
“Interesting as this is to watch, I am getting a little disgusted.” Potter’s amused voice held a trace of revolt as it resonated around the room. As if we’d been shocked, we pulled part and turned to see Potter and Reeves stood several feet away from us, watching us with scientific hilarity.
“You sure know how to ruin a moment, Potter,” I muttered irritably and returned to kiss Rose’s neck, my teeth grazing her skin. I knew she was going to curse me if I left a hickey.
“How long have you been watching us?” Rose demanded furiously, trying to push my face away from her neck. I refused to let her do such a thing.
“Long enough,” Potter said in disdain.
“Why the hell did you come here?”
“To see how you would take finding out that your lover-boy was Malfoy, of all people.” I wondered how she put up with Potter. I could feel Rose stiffen beside me.
“Looks like you’re taking it amazingly well,” Reeves grinned.
“That’s enough,” I said stonily, glaring at them in dislike. “You got what you wanted, now leave.”
“Eager for more, are we?” Potter’s smirk had Rose pulling out her wand. “Take it easy,” she chuckled and grabbed Reeves’ arm. “Come on Chelse, seeing as how we don’t have anyone to snog in the Room of Requirement, lets go to lessons,” she gave a fake sigh of despondency.
“Out!” Rose snapped.
“Have fun!” Reeves’ called before they left the room, the peace settling back.
“I’m going to kill, Lily,” she mumbled into my chest, her hands resting at my shoulders. I leisurely ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the strands as they tickled my fingers.
“It would be my pleasure to assist you in her murder,” I spoke softly into her ear. She looked up at me with a mischievous smile. “But for now…”
She kissed me sweetly for a brief moment before pulling back, an impish expression about her features. “For now, I just want more of that.”
Keeping my gaze fixed firmly on her, my hand grappled with the handle of the door behind me until I’d managed to get the door open. A flicker of slight surprise resided upon her face. Leaning towards her, I captured her lips with mine and fervently caressed them before I smirked and pulled her into our room, the door closing behind us with a soft snap.
A/N: Reviews would be greatly appreciated.