Chapter 1 : Timebomb.
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It's based off the song by Beck called "Timebomb" and it's a really great song. So fun to listen to! So check it out when you can :]
So about how I’m on Scorpius Malfoy’s bed right now.
Oh, don’t give me that look. We’re just studying….Unfortunately.
“And the answer to that…would be…?” I question, scratching my red hair in confusion. I flip through some of the pages in my text book.
“Three cups of Goblin’s blood,” Scorpius repeats again, for the sixth time.
“I’m sorry,” I shake my head. “I just can’t get this right.”
“It’s okay,” he smiles, squeezing my hand with his in comfort. “You’ll get through it eventually.”
Allow me to explain why I am in such a predicament right now.
Scorpius and I are friends. No, scratch that. Best friends. And for the past month and a half, I’ve grown to like him. A lot. I fancy the crapping pants off of him, actually. I see him in the hallways from about twelve feet away and I melt into a puddle. Image how impossible my heart’s been palpitating for the past hour and a half that I’ve been up here, in his dormitory, studying him. I mean - studying with him. Who can blame me for having this crush ,anyway? The boy is sex on legs. Everyone knows it. Hell, I’m sure he knows it.
And I swear, he’s been acting strange. Not his usual strange self. I mean, I always thought I acted too obvious around him at times, considering my flustered ways. But Scorpius…no, something’s definitely been up with him for a while now. He’s been wanting to hang out with me almost every day for the past two weeks. And I have no idea what to make of this. I blush every time he asks me to hang out. And why shouldn’t we be hanging out? We’re best mates for crying out loud. I can’t happily say he might like me back, because I don’t think he does, but I am a little afraid to be near him.
The main reason: What if he knows, and he’s just playing me? Pretending to go along with it? Although Scorpius isn’t cruel enough to do that…still. Why has he been getting closer to me in the past several days than in all the years of our friendship? He was the one that offered to tutor me. He was the one who decided to study in the boys’ dormitory. He was the one who answered the door in nothing but sweatpants and plain white tee shirt. I immediately started sweating when I saw him. You should see my armpits right now.
He lets go of my hand and takes my Potions homework in his fingers, holding it up for inspection. He knits his eyebrows and I can’t stop staring at his perfect face. Gah.
I almost jump four feet in the air. “Yeah?” I yelp. He’s still focused on my homework sheet.
“Do you have your old notes with you? This one calls for an equation. And I can’t remember the variables.”
“Oh, I- well,” I ramble, flabbergasted. “Um, not that I know of. I didn’t bring them. I can get them if you want.” I shoot out of bed to go fetch them but he pulls me back down.
Scorpius chuckles. “No, it’s fine.”
Meep! “Okay,” I practically gurgle. I am currently sitting with my legs folded under my butt. He’s lying face down now, which means that I can see his perfectly sculpted arse from where I’m sitting.
“Thanks for, uh,” gulp, “you know, offering to help me out.” I lean farther back to get a better look.
His head is in my text book at the foot of his bed. He can’t see a thing. Thank Merlin.
“It’s my pleasure, Rose. You’re my best friend. What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t help you out with Potions. As far as I’m concerned, everyone’s having a problem with this class. So between you and me, this is like a study session for the both of us.”
“Why are you sitting like that- Rose, what are you…?” Scorpius lifts his head up in my direction and as a last minute effort to change my position, I try to lean forward. Except I forget we’re on a small four poster bed, and I fall off.
“Are you okay!?”
Wow, that arse. Gets me every time.
“I’m fine,” I inform him, my voice squeaking. Great, that sounds attractive. I hear sounding like a pip squeak really gets guys in the mood.
“Here, let me help you up.” He jumps to his feet and reaches for me. I had a dream about this once. He pulled me out of a fountain and then he leg go... I fell back in the water.
“Please don’t let go,” I blurt out.
Scorpius gives me a funny look, “I don’t plan on it.”
Once I am on my feet, he no longer holds on to my hand. I wish I could hold on to that arm and swing from it like a monkey. Is that weird? Who the hell cares. I love this man. He is a Greek God.
We resume studying.
I am left just sitting on his bed next to him, mesmerized by the way his eyebrows crinkle together when he thinks, or the way he unintentionally sticks out his tongue when he’s confused, or - bless him - the way he tilts his head like a child when he continuously reads for a long period of time. Sigh, this is why I fell for him. Scorpius is such a good guy. So innocent and kind, happy most of the time, always offering his services to whomever it may be… How considerate is he? It’s almost too good to be true, except it is. Because he doesn’t like me, and I’ve been fancying him since the beginning of term. It’s not that he dates a lot, because to be honest, I don’t think he’s really the dating type, but what chance do I really have with him? If I ever had the guts to go up to him and tell him how I felt for the past two months, it would ruin our friendship. And then every time I’d see him, we would be awkward around each other. Our bff status would go up in flames. All because of me. I can’t risk that.
“What did you get for this problem?” Scorpius asks me suddenly, knocking me off my train of lovely thoughts.
I blink rapidly and stare at my text book, trying to remember what I got. “Er, three drops of Baby Citrus extract,” I tell him, hoping that my answer is correct. I look up and he’s beaming at me. Leaning forward just a bit, he grazes my shoulder with his and keeps it there. I almost devour his eyes as he looks me in the face.
“Good, you’re improving,” Scorpius says cheerily.
I smile timidly, forgetting about my supposed ‘improvement’, because I’m living in a pool of grayish blue at the moment. His eyes are so shocking. Every time I look at them, it’s like electricity. And it never gets old.
We stare at each other for a while, and then Scorpius coughs, getting back to my homework.
“So this one equation here is a tad more difficult than I thought,” he speaks out loud in a raspy voice, trailing off. For some reason, I feel like he’s pretending to be concentrating on the paper in front of him. The way he’s looking at it, it just looks too forced. Oh, gods. He’s probably thinking, ‘Oh, ew, this girl likes me and I so don’t like her’. Yep, that’s exactly what’s happening right now. I just want to bury my head under the covers immediately, but then I’d probably knock Scorpius off and then he’d get creeped out that I can’t stay still on his bed.
Because, really, what kind of person can’t stay still and not fall off of a bed that is an exact replica of a bed they’ve been sleeping in for almost seven years?
A gremlin, perhaps. But not a normal person. Oh, of course not. A normal person is normal…and I, obviously, am not.
I’m just realizing at this very moment how strange I am. Let’s hope Scorpius befriended me for other reasons than my personality, because I’m just a kooky bird.
“…pigeon feathers?” He asks me suddenly.
Speaking of birds.
“Do you know if we can add pigeon feathers?” Scorpius repeats, glancing at me worriedly for a only a second. He looks me over discreetly while I search up the problem up in my text book. Stupid pigeon feathers.
I fold the page flap back in my text book and lay it down on the bed. I cross my legs to make sure I can’t fall off, and scoot up closer to where Scorpius has his arms propped up. He has one arm holding up his face, and the other is still touching my arm. The amount of heat that is exerting itself from his skin to my long-sleeved shirt is scalding. I just wanna cuddle with him.
But, sadly, I can’t.
“Yes, we can.”
“Okay. How many?”
“Four of them, six inches each in length. Around one inch in width,” I read aloud.
Scorpius furiously scribbles that down on my homework assignment.
“You know, you don’t have to do my homework for me,” I mumble guiltily. I’ve barely helped him at all. I’m getting the best of both worlds here - I get to stare at him for free while watching him do my homework. Poor guy is doing all the work.
“It’s okay,” he waves off. “Besides, I’m not doing all of it. You’re helping. In fact, you got a lot of the questions right so far with my help. Don’t doubt yourself.”
“It’s kind of hard not to doubt yourself when your Potions professor hates you,” I joke.
Scorpius Malfoy’s glimmering blonde hair is covering the only visible side of his face. I want to touch it, but I don’t. He tucks it behind his ear and responds with, “Professor Carlson doesn’t like anyone, trust me.”
“She made me stand up in front of everyone and go to the board to solve a problem. Scorpius, when I turned around for help she told the whole class to not help me!”
“Okay, so maybe-”
“And when I couldn’t do the math portion, she made me repeat my 24 times tables in front of the whole class!”
“Well, I guess she isn’t your biggest fan…”
I look at him. He could be a model with those broad shoulders.
“I wish I had a biggest fan.” It comes out before I can make any sense of it.
“I am your biggest fan,” he says strongly, his eyes glittering.
I open my mouth to speak and I swear, the biggest spec of dust goes down my throat. I start coughing violently, as a result. He immediately sits up.
“Rose! Are you alright?” He puts his hand on my back to soothe me while I hack up my lung. This only makes me cough more because he’s touching me, and his hand is like a hot plate. I try to say something but I start to sound like a pipsqueak again so I just keep coughing.
“Here, I’ll zap you up some tea,” he declares. Scorpius rises from his bed and goes digging in his school bag.
Why am I such a failure? Why must I cause this kind of distress in front of the only boy I truly like? I haven’t had a crush on anyone in so long. I guess since Scorpius and I were so close for so long, I thought having a boyfriend was kind of pointless. I mean I never even looked at Scorpius in the way I do now, but this year has really brought some things to my attention. Even he hasn’t dated anyone in a while... He’d usually tell me his crushes. Scorpius, like every other guy in school, had a crush on Victoire Weasley, my cousin, when we were younger. But who didn’t? The girl’s part veela, for crying out loud. Everyone was in love with her. Including some of the teachers. But Scorpius grew out of it by the time we reached the beginning of Fourth Year.
Since then, he had little girlfriends here and there, but they lasted maybe a week or so. The girl always ended up getting mad at him, and he would end up dumping her soon after. I wouldn’t try to get involved in his love life if I could help it, so I never asked questions about his relationships. Although we would always share who we fancied with each other. Ironically, though, neither of us have liked anyone, or dated anyone, in maybe two years. And I’m not ashamed of it. My friends Olivia and Lauren have tried to set me up countless times, but they just don’t get it. I’m not the relationship kind of girl. I haven’t had the desire to find ‘the one’ because really, I never assumed that I’d need a man to complete me. And I didn’t think I’d ever like a guy enough to pursue him, either.
This is Seventh Year, my last year. And it took me this long to realize how amazingly perfect Scorpius is. How he’s always warm and always happy, even if he’s not smiling. His facial features could cut a slice of cheese, and that’s a fact. Scorpius could throw me a look, any kind of look (YES, I'M LOOKING AT YOU, BLUE STEEL), and I would know exactly what he was trying to say. I thought I could control the level of fancy I have for him, but these past two weeks have been a tad too hard for me. How was I supposed to get over him if I saw him every day? When he’d greet me so happily and be so joyous to see me? It’s really not fair.
“Here,” he hands me the cup of hot green tea. I’ve calmed down enough to slow my breathing, and I reach for the cup.
“I mixed some brown sugar in there, I know how much you like it.”
My fingers slowly brush over his hands, and he doesn’t fidget. He just stands there and looks at me, while I’m in the fetal position…and lets me touch him. Did I already say that? He’s letting me touch him. Unintentionally, of course.
“How’d you get brown sugar?”
His smile is crooked as he replies. “I found a brown sugar packet in my bag. I must not have gotten rid of all of them.”
Scorpius knows that I’m a tea addict. I’m the one that got him hooked back in Third Year. But I was more the tea drinker out of the two of us, so he’d always carry packets of brown sugar around because that’s the only thing I’d mix with my green tea. I’m a sugar snob, what can I say? White sugar is a heart attack waiting to happen.
“Remember that time when you slapped me because I ran out of brown and I suggested sugar substitute?”
Yes, I nearly pissed myself.
“Oh, come on! I wasn’t slapping you. I lightly tapped your shoulder…with force.” I take a nice long sip of my tea and it soothes me instantly. He scoffs at me. I stick out my tongue.
“You’re a sugar snob.”
“So be it,” I shake my head.
Brown sugar is amazing. Scorpius would even go so far as to eat it out of the packets during class. He’d have a secret stash in his bag and he’d inhale them like breath mints. And I would, too. It was great.
Listen to me, I sound like I have a drug problem.
“Brown sugar is your drug, indeed.” He lays down on the bed next to me while I fix myself, so I’m sitting up on his pillow with my back against the headboard.
I laugh. “My anti-drug,” I remind him.
I can’t be blamed. It’s the rocky German sugar cane kind! They’re like these brown rocks that you can basically suck on like a mint. It takes them years to dissolve in tea. Fabulous creation, if you ask me. One little rock of brown sugar would last Scorpius and I like…two class periods! Admit it, it’s awesome! Brown sugar rocks were what got me through my stressful Third Year. Okay, everything I’ve just explained sounded like a drug preference, but you know what I mean! It was my crack.
“Let’s take a break from studying,” he murmurs slowly.
My heart just skipped a beat.
Which is why I immediately open my Potions book to page 394 and proclaim, “I need to learn about goat’s feet.”
Scorpius has a funny, but knowing, look on his face. It’s a tie between a smirk and a grin.
“Yes, goat’s feet are very important with…” I try to look at my text book without moving my head. I stretch my eyes, but I can’t read fast enough.
“Salamander’s heart,” Scorpius finishes for me.
“Right,” I conclude. “And there is no goat’s feet without salamander’s heart. They are two in one, especially when it comes to mixing the ingredients for this specific potion.”
“We should work on figuring this out.”
I slap the page of the book with my hand a good couple of times. “Let’s read up on that.”
Why am I so nervous? Oh, I’ll tell you why! Because Scorpius is amazing, and he treats me wonderfully. He even made me tea JUST because I was coughing. And besides the fact that he’s gorgeous, I can’t stop my attraction to him from growing. I feel like he’s doing everything on purpose just to drive me crazy, although that isn’t the case at all. He’s perfect in every way, shape, and form - which is exactly why I’m nervous.
I can’t handle myself. I feel like at any moment I’m going to have to take him by the hair and plant one on him. I’m like a time bomb, ready to combust any second.
“You read first,” he says solemnly, while looking me in the eyes. I wish I knew what was going on in that mind of his. Scorpius is so mysterious and yet I’m not complaining. I want to know what’s up with him, but at the same time, I’m happy with what I’ve got in front of me. It’s okay if I don’t get answers to some questions. He’s my mate. My best mate, and that comes first. So what ever may come… I’ll just have to handle it. Which definitely includes his weirdness towards me lately.
I.E. as in right now.
And let’s throw in my urge to attack him.
“I can’t really focus on words right now,” I say blatantly. My eyes bug out in realization. That was a lot more of an honest statement than I was willing to make it.
Did I just hear him chuckle!?
“When mixing the heart with the feet, be aware of the affects the potion can have on its primary ingredient, the goblin’s blood. All three can be used for three different remedies, but used all together, they can be dangerous. The best way to combine the first two ingredients, with out causing an explosion the same as if you were to add the goblin’s blood without water, you must drain the heart first before adding it to the mix…”
Heavens! Even the way he speaks is so scrumptious.
I take a really big sip from my green tea and I watch him read. Sigh, he’s so delicate, you know? Not that kind of beef cake sort of man, but a delicate gentleman, with muscular features. Still old school and polite. Traditional. Chivalrous. And every time his lips move I think about nibbling on them. I feel like a vampire that wants to suck blood, I’m so hungry for him right now. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I’d have the hots for my best friend, but holy crap, maybe there’s a reason I’m so attracted to him? To stare and admire someone this much should be illegal. I know what you’re thinking.
And no - It is NOT stalking.
“Are you paying attention?” Scorpius asks me. Uh, oh, I’ve been caught! Scorpius has caught me staring at his mouth! And I haven’t even looked up at him yet. I’m still watching his lips move.
I shake off what ever weird feeling is going through my body at the moment and look at him. It’s like a buzzer is going off in my head. Ding, ding, ding, he knows you like him! But I ignore it, because every time I look at him and he looks at me I feel…nothing. It’s not a bad nothing, a good nothing. A nothing with no problems or worries. I guess that when I look at him I feel like there isn’t anything wrong in the world. Is that cliché? It feels that way, it really does. But there’s no other real way to explain it.
I can hear him breathing, which isn’t saying much since I’ve stopped breathing all together. He’s looking at my lips now. I’m holding a gust of wind in my body, and like I had said before - it’s a time bomb. When I exhale, everything is going to disarray itself. You know that feeling when you and the person you like are in a room and you two are the only ones habiting that room at the moment, and you two are so close that it makes your stomach churn at the possibilities? It’s almost like that. Except intensified by a million. I feel every twist and turn of my stomach, like someone is taking a swim in there. We stare at each other for about five straight minutes.
I love it when he says my name.
I raise my eyebrows quickly for a second, letting him know I hear him, and I wait for him to continue. We don’t break contact.
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
My stomach does that flippy thing again. This is the part where he tells me that I have like a boogie in my eye or something. Or that I have drool on my chin. Fan-bloody-tastic.
I try to stop the moment from occurring. Hence, I lift my book a tad too eager and yell out, “Goat’s FEET!”
Scorpius bursts out in laughter. I turn beet red.
Oh, gods. I really did just do that, didn’t I?
“You’re adorable, you know that?”
Usually, I’d respond with something like ‘I try’ or other. But now is not the time for flirty comebacks. I’m just wallowing in my silence, and I’m left thinking about everything embarrassing I’ve done so far. Let’s make a list: Fell off of his bed, hacked up a lung, and yelled out my fascination for a certain animal’s feet. Or hooves? Is that even logically correct?!
“Do goat’s have hooves? Or feet? Why does the text book say feet if goats don’t even have toes? Or… Do they!?”
Scorpius chuckles to himself, leaning back on the headboard of his bed with me. I lean my head against the wall, and he does the same. He’s just looking at me now, wondrously, as if this is the first time he’s seen me all day. I feel like he wants to say something, but I may be a tad too afraid to find out what it is. “I know you very well, Rose Weasley.”
“Just thought I’d let you know.”
HOLY GUACAMOLE, HE KNOWS!
He knows me very well - of course he’d know if I fancied him. And the way he’s acting totally goes together with this. Why else would Scorpius make it known that he knows me so well? Obviously he’s caught on and he’s trying to make me sweat.
And it’s working.
“You don’t know me that well,” I play on. Hah, even I don’t believe those words when they come out of my mouth.
“I know that you ramble when you’re nervous.” His eyes are sparkling. Metaphorically speaking, I mean. I’m sure I’ve seen a lot during my time at Hogwarts, but glittery eyeballs I have yet to see.
“Sometimes,” I croak. He moves his head closer to me, almost as if to get a better look. And to intimidate me. Okay, cat’s out of the bag: he knows. The only thing I can do now is…
Prove him wrong!
Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do. I’ll have to deny it. I can’t risk him playing around with my feelings, like he’s doing now. Heaven knows I can’t take him being this close to me as it is. I’ll just have to leave, or move away from him. And reject everything he says, and try to prove him wrong, as well.
“You think in you’re mind too much, too,” he says softly.
I lift up the textbook. “We have studying to do.”
He lowers it down on his bed and pushes it away from us. My eyes don’t move from the text book.
Tick, tick! My heart is beating four thousand times a minute and I’m going to go off soon. The hormonal barrier THAT IS the time bomb inside me does not appreciate Scorpius Malfoy’s efforts to screw with my mind.. I need to do something, or else I’ll be an exploding eruption of red hair and freckles. Not cute!
“I need to use the bathroom-” I move to get up but he rests his hand on my shoulder. The fact that his warm hand is touching me just shocks me to the core, and I just can’t move.
“You also make up excuses to get out of awkward situations, when really, they aren’t awkward at all.”
He isn’t taking his hand off. Oh, shit on a stick. I’m like breathing heavily now. You know, the raging bull kind of breathing. That’s basically what’s going down right now.
“You just make them awkward,” Scorpius adds on.
He laughs at my reaction. “And you make funny faces, which are very cute. Especially because you have so many freckles on that face of yours.” I swear to Merlin and his crusty gray underwear, Scorpius is making a pass at me. I can’t take this…
Scorpius reaches for my face and tucks a strand of hair away from my face. In the mean time I’m just shell shocked as anything. I’m trying to control my breathing but I’m pretty sure that I’m just a dead give away now. He can totally see what I’m trying to do - avoid certain things from happening. He doesn’t like me, he’s just playing around with me…right? That has to be it. He has never shown signs of interest, but he’s still my friend, so of course he’d compliment me like this. Yeah, that has to be true. Friends compliment each other’s assets. Friends stroke each other’s hair. Friends try to keep themselves from tackling each other using textbook force.
“Studying,” I squeak. Oh, I’m so useless! I wish I could say something, ANYTHING at all. But I can’t move, and I can’t speak. And just smelling that after shave is killing me. I can’t make a move on my best friend, I can’t make a move on my best friend, I can’t make a move on my best friend…
“You study too much,” he tells me slowly.
“Not enough,” I counter. We’re an inch away now. I’m watching his eyes watching me. And boy, is this boy sexy. I’d lick chocolate right off him.
…If he wasn’t my best mate, of course.
But he is, so I can’t.
Scorpius Malfoy = undesirable.
“Rose,” he bites his lip this time, looking almost torn yet enticing. Scrumptious if you ask me!
Uh, alright, so I've decided to fool myself into thinking Scorpius Malfoy is undesirable in reality. But in my head, this is all totally okay. I am allowed to call him sexy in my mind, just not out loud.
“You’re se- no.” DAMN. I almost called him sexy! Legitimately out loud! I can’t control myself. I have to leave.
“Nothing. I need to go. Bye.”
“Wait, why are you leaving!?” He asks, but I’m halfway up from his bed.
“I can’t,” I mumble to myself.
I cannot freaking believe that this is happening. I want it to, but at the same time, I don’t. Scorpius isn’t in to me. So him trying to lead me on for no reason at all isn’t necessarily a good thing. And he’s a good friend- no, scratch that, a fantastic friend. But I can’t just jump in when I don’t even have anything from him to lead on. He knows, so be it. If I stay for another second, I’m going to pounce on him.
He reaches for my hand and grabs it firmly before I can sit up straight. I’m going through an electric shock again, and I can’t move. I want to fall back and lean on him. He’s a gorgeous human being with an even more beautiful personality.
And I can’t wreck this.
I bite my lip but don’t turn around to look at him. I can feel his eyes boring in to the back of my head. Those two amazingly colored irises. My favorite color is the color of his eyes. I never told anyone that, and I never really realized it, until the other day when I associated everything I liked about him to myself. For years I loved that color, and I was too blind to notice his irises are my favorite color.
“You’re my favorite color,” I confess. I turn around and look at him, prepared for the worst.
He just looks at me with an eyebrow stuck up. “Really now?” Scorpius smirks, but not in the way I’d want him to smirk. I’d want him to smirk sexily and take me now (in my head, not in reality), but he’s smirking like he’s making fun of me. Or thinks that what I’m saying is entertaining. Damn him.
He pulls me close to him by grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face him on the bed.
“I need to tell you something,” he repeats again, from a while ago. I never let him finish. I was too busy worrying about goat’s feet. Or hooves. Toes, maybe?
Scorpius reaches for my face. I can basically hear the wind move in slow motion as he moves his hand to grab my cheek. I almost stare at it like a special effect in a movie, but I don’t. I-CAN’T-TAKE-THIS-PROXIMITY. He’s intoxicating me by his very presence. Image the whirlwind I’ve been going through so far, let alone what's happening now! He's putting his hands on me!
“I know,” he says flatly.
He knows what? That I’ve been ticking like a time bomb because of him, or he knows I like him?
“I know,” he repeats again.
He sighs, impatiently but still romantically.
“Look at me.”
“Fully, look at me.”
I turn my entire body around on the bed and face him head on. Because, let’s face it, I can’t defy anything he’s going to be telling me to do from now on. Not a chance. He could tell me to rob a bank or hit McGonagall where the sun don't shine, and I'd probably do it.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“Don’t hide from me.”
This entire scenario is just so surreal to me.
“I guess I’m gonna have to speak first then?”
I’m staring at his biceps and I can’t stop.
“Ah!” I look up.
“Did you hear me?” He looks at me curiously and adoringly all at once. How does he coordinate like that!?
“I did indeed,” I mumble quickly.
“Listen to me. What I’m about to say is important,” Scorpius tells me, as if I’m an infant.
“You don’t need to speak that slow, I understand,” I say under my breath, crossing my arms.
“Don’t get feisty,” he smiles.
“You know I don’t like it when-”
“People talk to you like a child, I know,” he laughs.
It’s so comfortable talking with him. I felt suffocated, but in a good way, with him just moments ago. And now, the atmosphere is airy and almost casual. Only he can make me feel this way. He’s the cheese to my macaroni. I don’t know what I would do without him in my life. But as a boyfriend? It’s never going to happen. He’s not in to me. And even though I have to control the urge to strip him naked every four seconds, it does not mean that I want to deal with what he’s going to say next. I hate this part. I really do.
“Truth is… I’m into you.”
I stand still for a couple moments.
No, really, what did he say?
Scorpius is looking at me, waiting for a reaction. I’m sitting, still as stone, just gazing at him. Trying to comprehend what he’s just said, and breathe at the same time.
“Okay…Well, I’ve actually liked you for years….and years, and years. And I never really thought I had a chance. But then a couple weeks ago, Albus told me something.”
Albus is going to die.
“He said you fancied me. And I might as well be clear right now- I almost pissed my pants in excitement. And since you like me, and I like you, I thought it would only be right that I’d do things properly. You’re a lady, and I wanted to be chivalrous and talk about things first because-”
I could laugh out loud right now.
Yep, Scorpius is a sexy nerd.
Still my best mate, still cute as ever, and still a gentleman.
“…And I can’t stand not being able to go near you, or as close to you as I want to me. Damn it, Rose,” he trails off. I still haven’t changed my stance, which means I’m still like stone, in complete shock.
“I’ve fancied you for too long and years of pent up heat is really not that healthy to hold in. I think you’re beautiful. And tonight, I told myself I’d be on my best behavior and try to really help you out with your homework. I’ve been using every excuse in the book to hang out with you for the past two weeks, and I’m not ashamed of it anymore. Because when Albus accidentally blabbed, it was one of the best secrets I could have stumbled upon. I was worried, because you’re my best mate, and I didn’t know what would come of this. And I’m not going to lie, I liked making you nervous tonight, but it was just to see how far you’d go until you’d snap. Because I have been feeling like a piñata ready to explode for the past hour. And I just needed to know I wasn’t the only one-”
Oh, I can’t take this.
I take him by the shoulders and pounce on him. I kiss him firmly on the lips so quickly that he’s taken aback. I feel bad for cutting him off, but I just couldn’t resist anymore. Being close to him physically was one thing, but the fact that he was feeling just like I was feeling? I’m on fire.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
The time bomb has erupted. And I can’t control myself any more.
I lean on him and he falls back on his pillow and I bite his lip. He’s still in shock but I can’t slow down enough for him to realize what’s just happened. I feel the heat between us and for the first time, I’ve had the pleasure to kiss him. The most sacred act of showing your love to someone, and I’ve gotten to do that with Scorpius. I can’t believe this is happening. I feel his chest, his shoulders, and put my hands through his hair one last time. Damn, I’m really putting my soul in this snog. Well, that’s what a whole bunch of pent up emotion will do to you. I’ve become a hormonal animal, what can I say?
He takes a hold of me and cups my face, kissing me gently. We part and I flutter my eyelashes, trying to come to terms with what I’ve just done. What we just did. And how it totally wasn’t wrong. At all.
“I didn’t know you liked me for that long,” I pant.
“You were beautiful since day one, I couldn’t help myself.”
Oh, gods. I’m in love.
“You should have told me,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes. “I know.”
“You shouldn’t have played with me tonight.”
“Oh, shut up. You enjoyed it.” My mouth hits the floor as soon as he says those words. He grins at my reaction.
“I saw you staring at my butt, I just pretended not to notice.”
Oh my god!
“You little bugger! What ever happened to chivalry and kindness?”
He leans in and presses his soft lips against mine and we move in sync almost instantly, and I forget where we are and who we are. Then he pulls away and I look into my favorite color. They should really name it Scorpius. What if I said someone had ‘Scorpius colored eyes’? How awesome would that be? They should name it Scorpius if they make a crayon out of it. Oh, what the hell am I saying…
I have no idea what this makes us. If we’re a couple instantly or not. Should I ask him? Or is that a dorky thing to do right now? Knowing Scorpius he’d probably find it adorable. But enough about that for right now. I could go on and on about him. To be honest, I’m not worried. I’ve snogged him, for crying out loud! I deserve a cake in my honor! Who knew an exploding time bomb was a good thing when the time came to burst out and show you’re emotions?
Wow, he’s like a furnace. I can feel the muscles through his shirt. And I just wanna snuggle. Well, to be honest, I want to do more than just snuggle. But that’s between you and me. He leans in a kisses me again, but this time with a bit more passion, and he ever so lightly grazes my lip with his teeth.
“I’m not that kind,” Scorpius declares, before flipping me so I’m under him.
Screw the relationship questions. Snog now, ask later.
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