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Chapter 8 : A White Christmas
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The minute Rose walked in the door the smell of Weasley Christmas overwhelmed her. Her eyes welled up again, for she was hardly able to restrain herself in the car. She ran up the stairs, tears spilling out of her eyes as she went.
Ron started up the stairs after her.
“Darling, I better take this one. Help Hugo unpack and start getting ready for Harry and Ginny. They will be here at 8.”
Hermione knocked softly on her daughter’s door.
“My, my Rose, what’s gotten into you.”
Rose got up two hours later. It felt good to sleep some of the sadness off. She was happy that at least Albus was coming tonight and they could talk.
Albus was waiting for her, when she walking back into her room. In his hands was a package, with messy handwriting scribbled on the front.
“I know he told me to not give it to you until Christmas, but…”
“Thank you Al.”
She set the package on her desk.
The night went by in a whirl.
That night, Rose lay in bed. Suddenly, she remembered the package.
She flew out of bed and stumbled over to her desk. Rose turned on the lamp, and returned to her bed. She unwrapped the package carefully. Out slid a note.
To my Rossie:
I found this, and thought of you.
It matches your hair.
I hope when you wear it, you think of me.
And know I care about you.
Rose opened the package.
A hot tear slid down her cheek as she ran her fingers over the soft silk of the scarf.
It was beautiful.
He was beautiful.
It was then, it hit her.
Ting Ting Ting
Rose knew sleep was impossible.
Ting Ting Ting
She sat up. What was that noise?
Ting Ting Ting
Rose reluctantly drug herself out of bed and moved over to her window, to find a lanky silver haired boy.
There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground and in Scorpius Malfoy’s hair.
She opened her window, in a dream-like manner, not knowing if this was real, and if it was not comprehending how this could happen.
“I’m sorry” The pair said at once, then laughed at their simultaneous response.
“I’ll be down in a minute.”
Rose pulled on her jeans and a sweater, then threw on her overcoat, topped off with her new red scarf.
She snuck down the stairs and out the back door….
…right into the arms of Scorpius Malfoy.
Ron and Hermione Weasley looked out the window, down at their beautiful daughter, and her best friend.
“Should we get her, Hermione?”
“Give them some time darling. Don’t you remember when we were that age?”
Scorpius broke apart from Rose, to see a tear streaming down her face.
“Don’t cry Rossie.” He took his thumb and brushed it away, letting his hand linger.
She shut her eyes, embracing the feel of his warm hand on her cold cheek.
The pair walked together. Hand in hand, side by side, not staying a word. Suddenly, Scorpius stopped, turned on his heels, and drug Rose by the hand into the forest 10 blocks down from her house.
“Shh!” Scorpius placed a finger to her lips, and proceeded once again.
He found a spot, under a tree, in perfect view of the stars, and sat.
“Why are we here, Scorp?”
“I had to get away. I had to see you, Rossie. You didn’t owl me back, and I couldn’t leave things the way they were, especially not on Christmas. You like the scarf, I presume?”
“It’s beautiful. I’m so sorry Scorpius. I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”
“Of course, Darling.”
“What did you call me?” She looked at him then, his blue eyes, filled with an emotion she could only recall as…
“Rose. I said Rose.”
“Don’t lie to me Scorp. You called me Darling.”
“I like it.” Rose slid down onto the ground and peered up at the stars. Scorpius slid down next to her.
“Are you cold”
“A bit, actually.” Scorpius put her arm around her, and she laid her head on his chest.
“You know Rose, those stars; put your eyes to shame.”
She looked at him then, and confirmed her thoughts. She truly was in love with her best friend. Which I guess isn’t a sin, considering he was quite handsome when the moon shinned in his hair…….
…….And they way she laughs at my jokes and her figure is to die for, and that hair, so soft, so Weasley so…
Rose snapped out of her trace in time to realize their lips, we inches apart. She could feel his warm breath on her cold face.
“I have to go.”
Rose stood up at once.
“If mum and dad find out I left, I will be dead Scorp..”
Rose was already half way out of the forest, when Scorpius jumped to his feet, and chased after her.
He grabbed her hand, and spun her around. Right into his arms.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Says who?” She fired back. Scorpius knew he had pushed his limits with her, and that her feisty side would come out once again. He just couldn’t go in living like this.
Before he could realize what she was doing, Rose backed him up into the tree. Scorpius suddenly realized how close together their bodies were.
Something flashed in Rose’s eyes. Something changed.
Rose rarely let down her guard, but Scorpius knew her well enough that something big was about to happen.
“I love you.”
Before Scorpius even had a chance to answer, he lips were on his.
As quick as it had started, she broke apart.
“I love you too, Rose.”
That’s all they needed. That’s all they ever needed.
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