Chapter 1 : Just Catch Me
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Before I fall too fast
Kiss me quick
But make it last
It was cold, and dark. He was just sitting there, on the banks of the Black Lake, watching his rippling reflection in the murky waters. I was taken back to childhood memories, and a flitting image of a man turning into a flower by a lake flashed in front of my eyes. I shook it off. He wasn't like that.
He hadn't noticed my intense stare, which was fine for me. I had taken to admiring him from afar, even though I knew he knew.
"Rose," his calm voice rent the silent air. A bubble of something I didn't know what had risen in my stomach. Even the stars in the inky sky seemed to brighten at his voice.
I said nothing, watching him, his pale skin sticking out painfully against the moonlit sky when he stood and turned to face me.
He walked over, his cool grey eyes on mine. I wanted to look elsewhere or even run away, but he was too... this can't be happening. Shake it off Rose, shake it off.
"Rose." he said again, and I almost groaned out loud. Shut up, Scorpius, please...
He stopped in front of me, too close for my personal (and mental) comfort. He said nothing, but I could practically feel the thoughts he had swimming around in his head in the stiff air. He leaned toward me, and I hope he missed the frown that disfigured my lips.
I didn't like this. He always did it and I hate it. There was always nothing after it, just a lone girl and a retreating boy.
His lips were so soft, the kiss so sweet but so tame... Our arms were by our sides, our eyes shut. It was so awkward, but it felt... right. Yet it had to end. He pulled away, said something I did not hear, and walked back to the castle, his hand accidently touching mine as he left.
I stood there, unmoving , for hours.
And I can see this unraveling
And your love is where I'm falling
But please don't catch me
The air was warm, the promise of a beautiful summer whispering in the air and growing with the daisies. The sky was a pretty perriwinkle blue, a few whispy clouds floating across it gaily. The fresh air and silence of the grounds was welcome.
"Rose?" No, please, no...
He sat down in front of me, purposely blocking my blank observance of the Giant Squid. I was therefore forced to look into his hynotic gaze.
"Scorpius." I muttered rather grudgingly. I thought fleetingly of squeezing my eyes shut against the glare of his- of the sun. I mean. Yeah.
"Hello." he said lamely, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him. He smiled absently.
No words were said, but none were really needed. Despite the differences, we were so alike in so many various ways, and it was only by skipping choice (ahem) classes that we could enjoy just being together. As friends.
I studied him closely as he picked at the blades of dewy grass, his long eyelashes hiding his cloudy eyes from view. His cheekbones looked even more defined in the way he was looking down. The light of the day seemed to brighten his naturally haughty feautres up marginally, and it was in these times I was reminded of how unlike in personality he was to his parents.
"Rose, can I ask you something?" he asked suddenly, surprising me.
Oh no. I knew this would happen. And I won't let it.
See this heart
Won't settle down
I'm terrified of what you do
My stomach screams just when I look at you
My heart was thudding eratically underneath my thin blouse, and I was pretty damn sure he could hear it, even though it wasn't really humanely possible.
I hated how uncomfortable and distracted he always made me. I was always unfocused around him, and my character deteriorated whenever I just looked at him, or even (more pathetically) heard his distant voice.
Run far away
So I can breathe
Even though you're far from suffocating me
He opened his mouth to speak, which was then I realized I could not in a million light years be able to deal with what he had to say, even if it was a statement about quantum physics or the theory of relativity.
So I ran. Far away. From him, from myself, from heartbreak and pain, and from possible death. I could barely breathe, and I couldn't take that he did that to me anymore.
And I can see this unraveling
Your love is where I'm falling
But please don't catch me
It had been about eight hours since I had last spoken to Scorpius. I hadn't turned up for dinner, and I hadn't left my dormitory since the afternoon. It was well into the early morning now; a new day.
I couldn't get any sleep, because all I saw was him, like he was burned into my eyelids. Into my brain. My heart.
I am far too pensive.
Sleep came late but soundly, and I wasn't ungrateful for the picture of a certain person in my dreams.
So now you see
Why I'm scared
I can't open up my heart without a care
He had hunted me down in an empty and unused classroom, attempting to stay out of "harm's way". After my vain attempts to avoid him at all costs (including skipping all three classes I had with him earlier in pretense of a killer headache), he had tracked me.
He had rung out every single reason I had for running away from him. I can't believe I told him so much, let out so much of what I felt and thought...
"So now you know. Do you understand why now? All of those times I..." the sentence was left hanging, but he could fill in all of the blanks, he was smart enough.
Smart enough to know what kind of person I was, and what it would take for me to trust someone - someone like him fully, and I could see the badly hidden pain at his new found knowledge.
Before he could speak, or do anything really, I stopped him.
But here I go
It's what I feel
and for the first time in my life I know it's real
"But I don't care now. I don't need to care, because it's already happened, and it's all true and real and nothing's.. not real." I finished moronically, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at myself.
"What's happened?" he asked quietly, his eyebrows pulling together the slightest amount.
I didn't answer him. And before you ask I didn't run.
I kissed him.
It wasn't the silly, immature ones he was so content with. My version, as I'd like to say. Or think.
He didn't respond for a good few seconds, and I vaguely thought of bailing on him again, but that idea was cut short.
By his razor sharp teeth. They had bitten gently into my lips, but nevertheless I let out a hushed moan of surprise, and in the fraction of the second my mouth was open, his tongue had somehow snuck inside.
It's not as if I rebuffed that move. In fact, I welcomed it with - well, with a open mouth. But still he was set on being a gentleman and treating me like a precious, breakable doll, and I had to do something.
So I pushed him backward onto the rather grimy wall, a fair amount of dust puffing up into the air as his back hit the wall. I could feel the smirk on his lips. So old habits die hard, huh?
"Like it rough, Rosie?" he asked, easily flipping his place of short imprisonment. He was so dominant. Men.
His muscled body was practically melded to mine, his lips centimetres from my own. His usual plain and unexpressive eyes were flaming with something unrecognisable. His hands were everywhere, skimming up my thighs, entangled in my hair...
I hadn't realized we were both just staring at each other.
But you're so hypnotizing
You've got me laughing while I sing
You've get me smiling in my sleep ..
My heart decided to explode for no reason. I just felt a sudden rush of... of something burning and raw.
I kissed him with such passion and intensity, I swear I could feel electricity coursing through my skin and onto his.
"Rose." he groaned, and I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Scorpius, can I ask you something?" I asked breathlessly, echoing his words of what seemed like eons ago.
"Of course." he whispered, his forehead resting on mine, his rushed breath washing over me.
"What did you want to ask me?"
I could feel him smiling, but it was a blind guess, my eyes shut against the reality I knew would come.
"I wanted to ask you if you loved me."
Well damn, this is awkward. For me anyway, he seemed to be enjoying this.
"Do you want the answer?"
He sniggered. "I think it's pretty obvious."
"I don't love you." I said bluntly. He stopped laughing abruptly, and said nothing at all.
I opened my own blazing eyes to see his face. A slow, evil smirk curved what felt like swollen lips.
Scorpius cussed loudly. "Cheeky little wench." he snapped.
I tactfully ignored that. "Can I ask you something?"
He grunted in response, his own eyes closed.
"Do you feel the same way?" I nearly died waiting for his lenghty pause.
His answer was an incredibly soft kiss.
And if this is love
Please don't break me
I'm giving up
So just catch me.
NOT MY SONG, NOT MY CHARACTERS, DEFINITELY NOT JO ROWLING. So this was much more ... intense than 'Breathe Slow', and it's so cheesy, so cliche, so tragically OBVIOUS and everything else that can be wrong with a ScoRose fic, but I myself love it.
I purposely did not put any full names, class names, or anything that wasn't sort of related to ScoRose. This story was about them only, and the only thing I described properly (apart from Scorp and Rose themselves) was the setting.
I get like fifty odd reads on my stories, but yet ZERO reviews. AGH! Review please? (: I love you all. And the - ahem - person that put up with this again and again (if you get my drift ;) ).
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