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Rumor Has It by DeathCabForCutie
Chapter 10 : Arms
 
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Late on Tuesday, I was headed to meet Scorpius in the quad when I spotted my brother with a bunch of his friends. Albus had somehow managed to avoid me for the past few days. He was in almost all of my classes, we were on the same Quidditch team and yet I could within ten feet of the guy without him finding a way to get a way from me. I hoped it meant he felt bad for cornering Scorpius, but I wasn’t that delusional.


 

“Hugo,” I stated as I grabbed him by the ear and dragged him aside. “Oh nice to see you too!”

He growled and tried to break my grip, but I was too quick for him. “What’s your problem?!”

“So I heard that you, Albus and a bunch of his sleazy friends ganged up on Malfoy. True,” I squeezed his ear harder. “Or false?”

“First of all,” He started regally as if he was facing a judge and jury and not his older sister. “I didn’t do anything to Malfoy. I actually was there to stop Albus, but one of his little buddies kept blocking me.”

I released him and sighed. “Good/ I’d hate to have to kick your ass. You come from such good stock.”

“As do you.” He grinned while he rubbed his ear belatedly. “So, have you yelled at Albus yet?”

“No. That little worm keeps running from me.”

Hugo’s bushy eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. “Wait, he’s avoiding you too?”

“Yeah…”

“I thought he was just mad at me, because I told him off for picking a fight with Malfoy…But that’s weird. He’s usually only mad at one of us at a time.”

I frowned thoughtfully. “You’re right…He does that so he still has one of us to bitch about…”

“I’ll ask Lily and see if anything’s up. I’ll let you know. Maybe he’s just feeling like trying a new thing this week.”

“Maybe,” I nodded absentmindedly as Hugo walked away.



 
Walking outside I had to squint to block out the intense brightness of the endless fields of snow. I was distracted so I didn’t see when Scorpius throw a huge snow ball right at my face. A big grin spread across his face as his eyes gleamed with pure delight.

 
 

“Malfoy.” I used the edge of my sleeve of my coat to wipe the snow residue off my face. “I think you’re cruising for a bruising.”

He looked confused. “I’m what?”

I stalked over to him, “You are cruising,” I sprung myself at him, knocking him to the floor and laying upon his chest. “FOR A BRUISING!”

“You weigh…a…mill-ion pounds.” He told me in a monotone.

“Oh I do?” I pushed all of my weight into him. He didn’t even flinch.

Scorpius nodded and his arms closed around me as tendrils of my orange hair fell on his face. “Yes.”

“Well how do you like…” I leaned forward suggestively and then shoved the handful of snow I’d been hiding in my right hand in his face and down his shirt. “THAT?!”




 

 

I was trying to run as far away from him as physically possible, but this became increasingly more and more difficult because he refused to let go of me. Scorpius’s grip on me became tighter as he rubbed his face on my face. Squealing I squirmed in his grip and almost got away, but he took this opportunity to flip me over. He didn’t put all of his weight onto me like I did to him. Effortlessly he rested all of his weight on his arms, his upper half hovering above me. A bright smile appeared on my face as he starred down at me. Of course, he wasn’t wearing a hat so all the snow was falling in his hair and sliding down his slightly pink face.  

 
 

He didn’t kiss me. He never did. I always could tell he wanted to, but he never did unless it was in front of other people. The thing is I wanted him to kiss me. Every fiber of being felt on fire. I was deep in three layers of snow, we were both wearing layers, but I could still feel the outline of his body on mine. That was more than enough to get me going, but it wasn’t the only reason I wanted his lips on mine. The way he looked at me now was different from before. And I’d seen him smile and laugh more times this week than I had in the past seven years. I actually had really grown to like him. Oddly enough.

 
 

“So are you comfortable? Because I feel like you’re going to sneeze on my face.” I told him as blushed at his closeness.

He looked down at me in disbelief. “Did you seriously just say that?”

“I’m just saying in this limited three inch space it’s a possibility.”

“Well Weasley, if you want me off of you. You should ask.”

I stole a small handful of snow behind his back. “And how should I ask that?”

“Well you should say, Scorpius, you handsome, superior man. As much as I want you and need you, It’s simply too temping for you to seduce me in this manner and I ask you as a gentlemen to take yourself out of the scenario for the time being.”

“Scorpius you handsome, superior, idiot.” I slammed a huge snowball in his unsuspecting face. “I’m sorry it had to happen this way.”

 


While he was distracted, I snuck out from under him and ran for the edge of the Forbidden Forrest by the Threshal’s. He chased after me, but we instantly became less playful as we both went and petted the Threshal’s. They were eating some spare apples Hagrid must have left, but they didn’t seem to mind our presence.

 


“Who was it for you?” I asked, only slightly louder than the falling snow.

He sighed and wiped some snow off his face, “My grandmother. You?”

“My grandfather.”


 

Neither of us asked how it happened or any more information. Instead we fell into a comfortable silence that he broke once we walked away from the Threshal’s.





 


“Do you want a big family?” He asked out of nowhere.

I shrugged pensively, “Not big. Not my family’s big.”

“You seem like one of those girls who has their whole life planned ahead of them.”

“I guess.”

He put his hands in his pockets. “How would you rank them? Career, marriage and family. I’m curious.”

“Okay um, Career, Kids…then I guess marriage.”

That made him laugh. “How many redheaded kids will you bear to torment the world?”

I kicked some snow at him half-heartedly. “I think I’ll have three kids. Two girls, one girl and a huge dog. The girls will be older and look like me. They will tease their father and dress up their little brother with make-up. Oh and the boy has to look just like his dad.”

“Why?"

I smiled. “I don’t know I’ve just always thought it was sweet when little boys look just like their dad’s. Especially since my baby daddy is going to be a hottie.”

“Let me get this straight Weasley,” He began snottily as he followed me onto a log that was over a frozen ravine. “You haven’t planned on getting married, but you have the whole rest of your family planned?”

I shrugged and walked down the log like it was a tight rope. “I can’t plan on a man. That’s the one area that could go terribly wrong no matter what I do. So I plan the rest so any guy can fit into it or no guy at all. What about you?”

“Exact opposite.”

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets from shock and I nearly tripped into a ravine. “You want to get married?! You?!”

“Yes. I do.”

I took a step back. “Okay, I can’t resist. What kind of wedding would you have? Big? Small?”

“Big wedding.”

“You HAVE to be pulling my leg. I can’t see that at all!”

He gave a half shrug and kept on trucking through the snow. “Go big or go home. I either believe in it enough where I want to show it off to a bunch of people or I don’t believe in it at all.”

“Wow, you are arrogant in every area aren’t you?”

I turned and saw him walk across without staggering or looking down. He had perfect balance. “No, I just know what I want. You can’t tell me you hate marriage.”

“No. I don’t. I just believe in elopement. Divorce is so common I wouldn’t want to flaunt it in people’s faces if I fail.” I replied honestly.

“You’re that afraid of failure?” His tone wasn’t judging. It was just direct.

 



I stepped down and leaned back against a tree. “I don’t know what it is, but honestly I don’t see how people do it. They make it seem simple; you’re with someone long enough you get married. But what they don’t mention is that at that moment you’re putting everything that you are on the line for this one other person. It’s more than dressing up and saying a lot of pretty little words. It means something and in my family they have taken it seriously, but not everybody else does. I can’t expect the world to act like my family.”

 



“You might not want to share your thoughts with your cousin.” He murmured with a smile.

“Teddy’s basically family anyway. He really doesn’t count. Everyone that’s a friend of the family eventually marries in somehow.”

Scorpius made a face, “That’s weird.”

“I know!”

“So you’re above marrying a family friend?” He stopped me and rested his arms on my shoulders.

I shook my head. “I’m not above it. I just don’t want to marry someone unless it’s worth it…Anyway! Enough of the marriage talk. We are seventeen! We are too young to be talk about marriage.”

“I am not seventeen.”

 

 

“What do you…” I stopped and let out a loud laugh. “It’s your birthday!”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Of course it is idiot. I love birthdays! What do you want to do?”

“Nothing.”

I was annoyed. “…You want to do nothing? …On your birthday…You want to sit in your room…Wearing all black…doing nothing.”

“Birthday’s are overrated.”

“Okay, what did you do on your best birthday?” I quizzed him,

He scowled. “Weasley, just drop it.”

“Just answer the question.”

“Fine, I was eight my dad took me to cannon’s game and my mom made me a cake.”


 

The air around us was quiet. We were far enough into the Forbidden Forrest for no one else to be around, but not too far enough in where there were scary magical creatures floating about. It was the only time we’ve ever been truly alone. It was nice to be alone. We were more comfortable with one another and we didn’t fight as much because we didn’t have to be anything, but ourselves with one another. I’d learned a lot about Scorpius in the past few weeks, but one thing I’d noticed more recently was how normal things like birthday’s escaped him. He knew how to dance, which forks were used for proper dinning and how to dress well, but he didn’t really no how to …have fun.



 

“Now promise me you’ll just play along.”

He titled his head down at me condescendingly. “When did I say anything about going along with anything?”

“Right now.” I gave him a puppy dogface. “Come ON! You wouldn’t have told me of all people it was your birthday if you didn’t want me to do something about it. So accept your fate and come with me.”





 
 

His grey eyes focused on my outstretched hand for a moment longer than necessary, but eventually his hand grabbed it. It was funny. I was wearing some dark blue fuzzy gloves that matched my buttoned down coat. He, on the other hand wore, black leather, proper gloves that went well with his long coal colored coat. We walked hand and hand into the castle and I marched him right up to the fifth floor. When we got there he gave me a look.


 

“What? Are you going to give me a sponge bath?”

I smacked him across the chest. “There’s more on the fifth floor then the loo.”

“Like what empty classrooms?”

“Ah how about the Room of Requirement?”

He frowned. “Oh.”

“Why are you frowning? Stop!” I grabbed his face in my hands. “You are going to be happy today not matter how used you are to misery.”

“How do you suggest accomplishing that?”

I smiled and unbuttoned my coat. “Close your eyes.”

“When I open my eyes, are you going to be naked?” He grinned mischievously.

“Sadly no. Now close your eyes.”

He did as I asked, though he did hesitate at first.

“Now I want you to think of something small. Something you’ve always wanted and is possible to get but you’ve never gotten. I’ll give you an example ever since Hugo was little he’s always loved blue tennis shoes. Don’t ask me why, he’s weird. Anyway. When was thirteen I asked him what he wanted and he said he wanted to wear some and skip around in them for a bit. I brought him here and we did just that. So Malfoy I’d like you to bear with me and just think of something.”

After pausing he smiled. “I got it.”

A door appeared for the room of requirement. “Okay, ready?”

“Ready.”

 
 

A loud, obnoxious laugh escaped my lips as I saw a huge kid pool filled with pudding. “What do you want to do in there?”

“I’ve always wanted to swim in pudding.” He admitted sheepishly.

Throwing my coat aside, I took off my gloves, shoes, socks, hat, scarf and sweater. “Come on.”

“You can’t be serious,” He froze, “We can’t jump in there.”

“Why not?”

Scorpius stumbled for a reason. “Because.”

“See that’s your problem Malfoy. You think that if something isn’t proper you can’t do it. You’d be willing to put everything you have on the line for a chick, but you won’t jump in a pile of pudding.”

“It’s different.”

I crossed my arms. “Yeah it is, but it’s still the same principal. Come on. Try it. If you don’t like it you can take a shower and say at least you tried it.”

“I don’t know.”

“Well I do. I think it’s a brilliant idea.” I cupped his pale face in my even paler hands and starred into his eyes. “Your birthday is the one day a year where you are supposed to celebrate and have childish ridiculous fun. If you don’t want to I won’t make you, but it’s your birthday wish and I think you should.” I didn’t notice before but his face was perfectly still. I frowned. “Are you okay?”

His hands slipped around my waist. “Are you going to come with me?”

“If you want me to.”

“Okay. Deal.” Then without another word, he picked me up by the back of my knees, lifted me onto his chest and walked with me into the kid pool.

I death gripped his back, and clamped onto him for dear life. “Malfoy, I don’t mind you dropping me, but for the love of Merlin be careful…”

“You scared?” His breath tickled the small hairs on my neck.

“No.” My voice betrayed me. “Not at all.”

He made me loosen my grip and he rested his cool forehead against mine. “I trust you, you trust me right?”

“Right.”

Then, without any warning he dipped me so I was an inch above the pudding. “You sure about that?”

“Are you?”

 
 

He said nothing. Instead he gave me a barely there kiss and he dropped me into the pudding. I landed on my ass; the pudding stopped right under my boobs, but still managed to splatter all over my face. I licked some of it off.
 

 

“Tastes good.” Rapidly, I jerked forward and pulled him down into the pudding pool.

 


Face first, he fell into the pudding and at first he just laid there then as I started laughing he began to embrace it. He was too big to do big laps, but he managed to swim around me a few times. Of course he had perfect swimming posture. By the time he doggy paddled over to me I was crying I was laughing so hard. I took out my wand, which was dripping in pudding and flicked all the pudding off his face.

 
 

“Well? How did that feel?”

He pulled me onto his lap, and tugged me closer to him. His face was full of childhood wonderment. “It was great.”

“Does it top a Cannon’s game?”

“Not quite yet?”

I sighed, “Well what would make it better? I told you-“

Bluntly, he pressed his pudding-covered finger on my lips to stop me from speaking. “I need to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“What do you want?”

I scrunched my face up in puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

His arms locked around me and he tucked one of my stray hairs behind my ear. “I want something. Something I never thought I’d want. And I would like to know what you want.”

“Give me my options.”

“One, I kiss you.” His voice was low.

I shrugged, “You’ve kissed me before.”

“Not like how I want to."

“How do you want to kiss me?” My breath caught in my throat.

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Scorpius told me self-assuredly.

 

My first kiss was an accident. I’d been leaning in to kiss him on the cheek when Dan Roberts moved it to my lips. Our first date was awful. We had zero chemistry. His lips were too small, unnaturally chapped and dry. For weeks I’d been starring at Scorpius’s lips and I knew that his were perfectly moisturized and strong. I’d kissed him before so I knew what it would be like. But the way he said that this was different brought a new curiosity out of the closet. What could possibly be different kissing him this time?


 

My interest overwhelmed my nervousness. I gulped and starred into his intense, straightforward eyes and responded. “I want you.”

“Good.”





 
 

If my heart were on a monitor, healers would have rushed in from all over the hospital. If I thought how we kissed before was good. This wasn’t even on the chart. Scorpius was one of those people that when he set his mind on something he put his full energy into it. This was no different. He tasted like cinnamon and milk and he didn’t wait to be asked. As soon as my lips parted his tongue went right for mine. He was a man who knew what he wanted and got it. I couldn’t get enough of it. My hands instantly went for his hair. It was the only part of him that wasn’t perfect. He let his hair lie however it wanted and I loved running my hands through it. His mouth became uncompromising as his hands traced the lines in my back; down my spin, under my bra, his hands seemed to be memorizing everything. As our kissing became more feverish we abruptly stopped when we both realized we were no longer in the pool. When I pushed him back on what I thought would be the side of the pool tub instead he fell back on a mattress.


 

Now we were on king sized bed, with golden sheets and a plethora of fluffy pillows. Scorpius was flat on his back, and where was I? On top of his hips, blushing my ass off.


 

“Uh….” I gulped.

He put his arms behind his head arrogantly. “Well, this room is certainly growing on me.”

“Pig!” I snorted as I smacked him.

“Now is that anyway to treat the birthday boy?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh please…Hey all of the pudding is gone.”

“That happened after I unclasped your bra.”

“WHAT?!” I immediately reached for my bra and I was infuriated to find it perfectly intact. “YOU ASSHOLE!” He put up his hands over his face in defense as I slapped him repeatedly. It didn’t faze him he had a good time laughing at my panic attack.

Scorpius finally grabbed my arms and stopped me. “Oh come on Weasley, you can’t get pregnant from loosening someone’s bra.”

“I know that thank you.” I snapped at him resentfully.

“Oh do you?” He eyed me suggestively.

“Fuck you Malfoy.”

“Oh is that where that was leading a moment ago? Because we can pick up where we left off-" He was forced to stop talking as i beat him with a nearby pillow.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about it!" He yelled through my abuse.

“I’m getting down now.”

 
 

Scorpius cackled as I laid down next to him. The ceiling acted like the Great Hall, but instead of showing the falling snow it showed the stars. His arm lifted and shifted under my neck. Instinctively, I shifted onto my side and rested on his chest.  




“Look at all these muscles.” I mocked squishing his toned arms.

He stroked my hair absentmindedly. “Are you jealous?”

“Of what?”

“All of this!” He joked jokingly flexing his arms, which were more attractive than funny.

I snorted and started shaking with laughter. “Oh yeah.”

 
 

For a minute I felt something I hadn’t felt before. It wasn’t comfort. It wasn’t quite security. It was just…happy. In his arms, the whole world could come crashing down on me and I wouldn’t care. Even when we were calm like this, it still was more vivid and more passionate than anything else in my life. Every heart beat. Every breath was like the bolt of power, giving me energy to do anything.


 

It kind of scared the shit out of me. In an excelerated way.


 

“You okay?” He asked suddenly tipping my face up towards his.

I couldn’t answer.

“What’s wrong?

“I’m just waiting.”

Scorpius traced my jaw line wistfully. “Waiting for what?”

“The world to come crashing down.”

“Does that happen to you often?” He joked tonelessly.

I held onto him tighter. “Whenever things are going too well. Yes."

“I wouldn’t worry about it."

“The world won’t stand for it. Watch I give it a day before Rachel poison's me or Albus tries to throw you off the Astronomy tower."

Gently, Scorpius tipped my face towards his. “Weasley, people are always going to try and stop us. The difference is I’m not going to let them.”

Color me shocked.” I let out a breath of surprise. “Was that pudding alcoholic? Are you feeling sick?!" I put my hand on his forehead to check his temperature. “I think you might be going crazy.”

“Maybe.”

I checked my watch and jumped up. “Let’s go, I’m hungry.”

 
 

In a rush, he bolted off the bed and wisked me up in his arms. I was laughing so hard I forgot to hold on. It didn’t matter though. The way Scorpius carried me it was like I was weightless. Whatever the consequences, I decided on February 9th that this was worth it.



 

Authors Note:

 

Song in the summary and title is Arms By: Christina Perri. THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED THE LAST CHAPTER! You have no idea how much it brightens up my day! Thank you guys for reading! I just love you all so much! I can't wait to give you another chapter as soon as possible.



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