“I think it's time we talked, Rose.” The words rang through the silent room, they were probably quiet but they seemed thunderous to me.
I shook off my confusion and glared at him.
“Get out!” I hissed, getting up from my bed and wrapping my dressing gown around me. “You can't just come barging into my room! Get the fuck out!”
He stepped further into the room, as if taunting me.
“No, I don't think I will.” He sneered at me. “I'd like some answers, you see.”
“You can get your stupid answers when I'm not fucking half asleep!” I whisper shouted at him, not wanting to wake the whole house up.
“Well, since you're conveniently awake and I'm here, I mind as well get them now!” His voice was strained as he tried to keep it quiet but still frustrated nonetheless.
My glare turned even hotter as I stared him down. “I'm not giving you any, if you're going to act like a bloody prat!”
“Oh, I'm acting like a prat?! You're the one acting like a bitch about this!” He said, striding forward and looming over me.
“How dare you?” I cried, shoving my face out so we were inches apart. “How dare you call me a b-”
I was cut off my Scorpius grabbing me roughly by the waist, and slamming his lips into mine.
There was no real way to describe kissing Scorpius. It was bliss and it was electric. Our bodies fit together and it literally burned where we touched.
I gasped a little against his lips, but threw my arms around his neck and clutched him closer. Our lips moved fiercely and electrically together for several more moments before he pulled away.
He looked down at me, smirking slightly and I rolled my eyes at him, my arms still around his neck.
He cleared his throat. “Why were we fighting?”
My brow furrowed.
“Hm, I don't know.” I answered, totally honest, where had that anger come from?
“Well, are you mad at me?” He asked, half teasing, half serious.
I shook my head, smiling a little.
“Do you hate me?”
I grinned wickedly, and nodded.
His smirk widened into a full on grin, and he swooped down and kissed my lips quickly.
“Liar.” He scoffed.
Once again, I rolled my eyes, and wiggled out of his grasp, flopping onto the bed. He collapsed next to me, the bed springs creaking.
Silence filled the room, and neither of us made any attempt to break it for several minutes.
“Yes.” I said finally, and he turned his head to face me, confusion colouring his face. “To answer your question from earlier. Yes, I love you.”
He cracked a smug grin. “I knew it.”
I snorted, Ryan wasn't right, but my life was anything but a romance novel. “That was when you were supposed to say it back, dumb ass.”
“Hm, someone's touchy today!” He joked, poking me in the arm.
“Well, some idiot woke me up at 1:37 in the morning, and I was in a car accident yesterday, I think I deserve some touchiness.”
“Mm.” was his only response and we lapsed back into silence for an even longer stretch of time.
“So where do we go now?” I asked, looking up at him.
He smiled down at me. “We do what all teenagers do, we date.”
I sighed. “My dad's going to flip.”
A mischievous glint went into his eyes. “Who says we have to tell them?”
“What are you thinking?” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“We keep it a secret, at least for a little while.” He smirked down at me. “No telling anyone, not even Ryan or Al.”
I thought this over for a second, before a smug grin went over my face. “Interesting. You know that it'll never work, right?”
He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh ye of little faith.”
I stuck my tongue out at him like a child. “Fine, deal.”
His smirk widened and he leaned down to kiss me, but I pulled back.
I raised an eyebrow sneakily at him. “I'm reinstating the rule.”
“Rule?” He asked, confused.
“The go slow rule.” I grinned, as his face dropped into a pout. “We're doing things right this time.”
He looked about to protest but I glared at him sternly, and he groaned, before that wolfish grin took over.
“Fine, deal. But just like I predicted last time, you will give in first.” He leaned his face towards mine, his breath blowing in my face and making me momentarily forget what we were talking about. “You can't resist me for long.”
I elbowed him in the ribs, but didn't say anything, letting my serious thoughts take over. We lie thinking.
I was about to say something, I'm not sure what, when he said it.
“For what?” I asked hesitantly.
“Everything.” His voice was no longer joking, it was soft, pained and intense. “For not telling you about Dom, for hurting you, for not chasing after you, for every single bad thing I ever said to you, for every curse I ever cast in you, for hating you, and most of all, for pretending I don't love you.”
I felt the familiar prick of tears in my eyes. “Scorpius, thank you but...” I took a deep breath. “It's not like things are one sided here. I've done as much, if not more, to hurt you. I've never been so awful to a person!” I gasped, and I buried my head in his chest, his arms circling my waist.
“Rose, sh, it's okay.” He soothed, stroking my hair.
I looked up at him, tears still streaming down my face. “But it's not!” I sniffled again, and tried to wipe away some of the tears. “Oh Scorpius, why do we do this to each other?” I whispered.
He was quiet for a moment. “It's because we love each other, Rose.”
“But that doesn't make any sense!” I exclaimed, rolling off Scorpius and glaring at him. “If we love each other, than we do we keep hurting each other?!”
He shrugged, gazing up at the ceiling. “I don't know, Rose.”
“But that's not fair!” I cried, my voice growing higher. I sat up and crossed my arms over my chest.
He shook his head and smiled sadly at me. “Life isn't fair, Rose. But there's always a way.”
I huffed, and flopped back down.
“You've said that before.” I grumbled, making him chuckle.
“Well, it's a good line.” He replied.
We sat in silence again, both of us lost in our thoughts. Minutes slipped by but neither of us noticed.
Why did we do this to each other? Why, whenever we were together, did we end up hurting one another? Was it because we weren't meant to be?
No. No, we were meant to be together, that much I was sure of. But things that are meant to be aren't always the most easy things in the world. No, sometimes they were the hardest.
But that still didn't explain it. What was it?
I thought about what I was feeling, what emotions were passing through my head at this very moment. Confusion. Passion. Hurt. Elation. Fear.
Fear. That was it, fear. We were afraid.
“We're afraid.” I spoke, breaking the silence.
“But of what?” He asked, turning on his side and looking into my eyes.
“Well, what are you afraid of?” I pressed.
He studied my face. “I'm afraid that this won't work. That no matter how strongly I feel for you, it won't be enough.”
I started to say something, but he continued.
“And I'm afraid it will be all my fault, that I'll mess up and you'll hate me.”
I almost smiled, we were so alike sometimes.
“I'm afraid of that too, that I'll mess up. Relationships scare me.” I said.
But now I cut across him.
“But I'm also afraid you'll hurt me again.” I whispered, my voice barely a breath.
I chanced a look at him, and his face had turned to stone.
“How many times do I have to apologize?” He growled.
“I didn't mean it like that!” I whisper shouted.
“Yes, you did!” He glared scathingly at me and made to get up, but I caught his arm, and jerked him back, turning him to face me.
We stood facing each other, me searching his hard grey eyes.
“Fine, you're right.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I did mean it like that. I don't trust you not to hurt me.”
“I don't get what you want me to do, Rose?” He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “I can't be bloody perfect!”
“I'm not asking you to!” I cried, getting defensive.
“But that's just it!” He towered over me, glaring down. “You are! I can't guarantee I won't hurt you!”
“I know!” I fought to keep my voice quiet.
“So what do you want from me?” He whispered scathingly.
I felt my shoulders sag. “I... I don't know.”
“Well, talk to me when you find out.” He spat.
And he turned on his heel, and left, flying off into the night.
I stood frozen, shocked at what had just happened. Minutes passed by as I stared at the empty doorway. Finally, I twitched my fingers. It seemed to unlock the rest of my limbs and I walked robotically over to my bed. I pulled the covers back and climbed in, clutching the warm blankets to my chest. I closed my eyes and numbness washed over me, guiding me to the world of dreams.
I opened my eyes and looked around. It still felt early and sure enough my clock showed 7:30. I groaned and rubbed my hand over my face. I had the unfortunate pleasure of being one of those people who once they're up, they're up.
Sighing, I flipped over to see Ryan lying in her bed, blissfully asleep with a big grin plastered on her slumbering face. I resisted the urge to whip my pillow at her.
Well, if I was up this early I was going to do something with this spare time.
I pushed myself up from my bed and staggered over to the bathroom, grabbing my bag along the way. I blinked rapidly as I flicked the lights on and quickly stripped off all my clothes. Turning the water on scalding, I jumped into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, I emerged, my hair clean and smelling of grapefruit. I dried myself off with a big black towel, and lathered my skin in strawberry scented lotion. After brushing my teeth, I took time to actually blow dry my hair, and then, deciding there was nothing else better to do, curled my hair into long, red ringlets. It took time, and kept my hands busy, but every time I stood waiting for a strand to curl, my mind drifted to Scorpius.
Scorpius. My stomach twisted at the thought. Just when things we actually staring to work out, I'd screwed everything up. I sighed and picked up another strand of hair, winding it around the curling iron. Why did I always screw everything up?!
Letting this piece of hair fall, perfectly curled, I rolled my shoulders back, and looked myself in the mirror, an interesting picture considering only half my hair was curly while the other half was a bushy mess.
“You are not going to blame yourself for this. You are going to put a smile on your face and deal with it.” I whispered to myself, looking at the mirror sternly.
I forced a smile onto my face that was really more of a grimace and continued curling my hair.
Once every hair on my head was sufficiently curly, I moved onto my makeup. I dabbed concealer under my eyes to cover the dark circles that had resulted from being up in the middle of the night. Again, my stomach twisted and my throat clenched at the thought of last night, but I pushed it out of my my head.
I didn't go heavy with the makeup, just adding mascara to my eyes, and blush to my already rosy cheeks. I ran a tube of strawberry flavoured lip gloss over my lips and stepped back to examine myself in the mirror.
Wow, I looked pretty good. You couldn't even tell I'd been crying last night unless you got really close, then the redness of my eyes were visible. But from far away I looked fine and that's what counted.
Creeping out into the room, and being careful not to wake the still sleeping Ryan, I silently pulled a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark green button up shirt I'm pretty sure belonged to Dom. Oh, well.
I closed the door softly behind me and hurried down the stairs, hoping I wasn't the only one up. I waltzed into the kitchen to find Albus sitting there, and the kettle boiling.
“Good morning, Rosie.” He beamed at me and walked to the cupboard to pull out to red mugs as I took a seat at the island. “Want some hot chocolate?”
“What's so good about it?” I grumbled, still in a bad mood from lack of sleep and the whole Scorpius debacle. “And yes, please.”
“Oh, is someone grumpy this morning?” He asked chuckling. “Not get much sleep last night?”
I moaned and nodded, putting my head in my hands. My eyes stung with unshed tears.
He chuckled again. “What, Scorp come and visit you last night?” He joked.
My aching head shot up and I looked at him suspiciously. What did he know?
His eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
I nodded silently, my lips pulling down at the edges and I fought to keep my tears back.
“What happened, Rose?” He asked gently, placing a mug of steaming hot chocolate in front of me and pulling me into a one armed hug.
“We fought.” I said simply, and a tear escaped my eyes. I shut my eyes, and squeezed them together, willing myself not to cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. Against my will another tear leaked out of my eye and carved its way down my cheek. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again, looking at my cousin.
He wiped the tear from my cheek. “Do you want me to punch him?” He asked in his most sincere voice.
I rolled my eyes at him through my tears, and wiped my eyes, being careful of my makeup. “No, Al.”
“Just checking.” He smirked, then he looked at me like a little boy would at his mum when begging for a cookie before supper. “Rose... Will you make me food?”
I snorted At least it was something to distract me. “Fine.”
I pushed my chair back and forced a smile on my face.
“Pancakes?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Pancakes!” He shouted like the three year old he was.
Cooking and family members can only distract you so much. I soon found myself on the couch in the living room, a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, reading 'Animagi: Past and Present' while Lily was curled up next to me. Ryan sat in the armchair across from me, a book in her hands, but her eyes kept flicking so often to Albus, who was sprawled out in front of the fireplace, that I was sure she wasn't reading. Albus's eyes too kept flitting to Ryan as he played Wizard's chess against his brother, while Teddy and Hugo cheered from the sidelines.
I gazed around at my family for a moment, then turned my head back to my book, attempting to register what I was reading. 'Falco Aesalon was the first recorded animagus, and it it unknown if there were any before. However...' the words seemed to blur together after this and Scorpius's face swam into my mind once more.
My stomach twisted for what I was sure was the hundredth time today. I couldn't stop thinking about him.
As if summoned by my thoughts, the fireplace burst into emerald green flames revealing the tall, platinum blonde haired boy.
My eyes flashed to his, and his eyes were like liquid silver as they met mine. We stared at each other for a fraction of a second before Albus's call of “Scorp!” broke our trance and my eyes dropped back to my book, a blush creeping over my cheeks and tears nipping at my eyes.
I watched, pretending to read, as he grinned at Al and stepped out of the fireplace.
“Hey, Al.” He said, brushing off soot from his cloak.
“Finally, mate! What took so bloody long? It's half past one!” Albus glared at him jokingly, and then glanced at the chess board. “Checkmate.”
“Blame my mum, she wanted to make sure I was properly rested.” He replied over James's swearing.
“Whatever, you're here now.” Al shrugged his shoulders and stood up. “How about a game of Quidditch?”
“Oh no, you don't.” Aunt Ginny's voice came from behind me and we all turned to see her glaring in from the hallway.
“What, Mum?” Albus whined.
“No Qudditch for Scorpius.” Her voice was firm but apologetic, as she strode into the room, long hair swishing behind her. “Sorry, Scorpius, but Healer's orders. No physical activity. You too, Rose.”
I glanced at her quickly and but didn't reply, I wasn't in the mood for Quidditch.
“S'alright, Mrs. Weasley, I get it.” Scorpius grinned easily at her, making my heart melt. He turned to Al. “Don't let me stop you mate, go play. I've got homework anyways.”
Albus made no attempt to argue. “Right, Teddy, Hugo, James, let's go. Ry, Lily, you coming?”
The girls nodded their consent, Ryan looking at me, apologetic, but I waved my hand at her, telling her to go. She grimaced at me lightly, but turned and followed my cousins out the door. I glued my eyes to my book as Scorpius walked past me and up the staircase. The tension in my shoulders left as soon as his figure retreated up the stairs, and I let out breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.
Just then Aunt Ginny poked her head back in. “I don't know if I told you, Rose dear, I told everyone else, but we're having the family over tonight. A little party to celebrate that you and Scorpius are alright.” She smiled her motherly smile. “Is that okay?”
I stifled a groan and plastered a grin on my face as I looked up at her. “Sounds great, Aunt Ginny.”
Her smile widened. “Be ready by six, sweetie.”
Great. More smiling, and reassuring everyone I was okay. Fun.
Now where was I in my book? Right, Falco Aesalon. 'Falco Aesalon was the first recorded animagus, and it it unknown if there were any before. However...'
But my mind couldn't focus on this boring book right now, and I snapped it shut in frustration. I stomped up the stairs to my room, and stuffed the book into my trunk, and closed the door behind me.
I walked down the empty hallway, passing doorway after doorway, annoyed but not sure at what, when a hand jetted out from the doors, and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the dark room.
Hands pushed me up against the wall and lips slammed into mine.
“Scorpius.” I breathed against his lips as they crushed mine.
He made no response, just continued kissing me passionately. His hands snakes around my waist and clutched me closer, and I in turn wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand running through his soft blonde hair. His body was forcing mine against the wall, pushing me so I couldn't move an inch and molding his body to mine own. I moaned against his mouth as his tongue brushed against my lips, and pushed myself harder against him. His hands moved down my body to my thighs, and lifted my body up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He broke the kiss, both of us panting heavily, but continued kissing down my jaw and neck.
“I'm. So. Sorry.” He whispered, kissing my neck with every word. He dragged his lips off of me and leaned his forehead against mine. “I won't ever leave you again.”
“Doesn't matter now.” I breathed back, forcing my lips back onto his. “Nothing matters now.” I said against them.
I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and let myself slide down his body, causing him to groan against my lips. I grinned against his lips, and placed my hands on his chest. Forcefully, I pushed him back onto the bed I knew was behind us. I climbed on top of him, my legs straddling his, and forced our lips together once more.
“What about the 'go slow' rule?” He gasped, as my lips trailed down his neck and my hands moved his shirt up his muscled stomach.
“Screw the rule.” I muttered, as I pulled the shirt off of him, and threw it behind me.
“Thank God.” He growled, and in a second, we were lying on the bed, him on top of me.
His lips now moved against my neck, dipping lower and lower as his fingers worked open the buttons of my shirt. He freed me on the green fabric, and continued kissing my collar bone, my chest, his lips trailing lower until they reached the valley between my breasts. I groaned softly and pulled his head up, slamming my lips back onto his.
My hands explored his back and shoulders, my fingers running themselves over his hard muscles and soft skin. His hands were hot against my waist, and they ran up my body until the reached the back of my bra.
Bam. The door flew open, and Scorpius and I broke apart. Startled, we both tore our eyes from each other, him looking up and me titling my head backwards to see whoever had opened the door.
I groaned, and put a hand over my eyes. “What do you want, Al?”
“Um, What's going on here?” He asked, looking a mixture of disgusted, proud and amused, while Ryan stood open mouthed beside him.
I rolled my eyes, and looked up at Scorpius, who was glaring at Albus.
“Well, nothing now, thank to you.” He said, looking like he was half joking, and half actually annoyed.
Al smacked a hand to his forehead, and gave us a disgusted look. He turned to go, but Ryan burst out.
“So are you two together now?”
I sighed and pushed Scorpius from on top of me, he moved only grudgingly off of me.
“ I.....” I started, then realized I didn't know what to say. “Um...”
“Yes.” Scorpius interrupted, rolling his eyes at me. “We got together last night, but we had a fight and this was just....” He trailed off, looking like he didn't know how to finish the sentence.
“Make-up sex?” Albus supplied.
“No!” I shouted at the same time Scorpius grinned and said, “Pretty much.”
I whacked him in the arm.
“Scorpius!” I hissed at him, my cheeks going red.
“Was that or wasn't that in the direction it was going?” He asked, looking down at me and raising an eyebrow.
“It- No- I mean- Oh, I give up!” I cried, throwing my hands up in the air and crossing my arms as Al and Ryan howled with laughter.
“Ha!” Scorpius smirked at me. “I win.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“But what are you gonna do?” Ryan said, stifling her giggles and wiping tears out from under her eyes. “Your dad will murder both of you if he knew you two were dating.”
“Can you please not say that so loudly?” I hissed, suddenly realizing someone could walk in on us at any minute. “Get in here!”
“What don't want Daddy to see his little girl shirtless with a Malfoy?” Al asked in an innocent tone as he closed the door behind him and Ryan.
I felt around behind me until I found a pillow, and whipped it at him. “You're so annoying!”
After a short burst of laughter, we turned back to our conversation.
“Seriously, what are you going to do?” Ryan asked again.
“Well,” I started awkwardly, “we were going to keep it a secret...”
“Smart.” Ryan nodded, surprising me. “But keeping it a secret here is going to be hard.”
“I know.” I sighed, leaning my head against Scorpius's shoulder. “But we will, we just won't get a lot of alone time for now.”
“I wish we could have some alone time though.” Scorpius complained, sliding an arm around my waist.
We sat in silence for a moment, each of us thinking hard. Gears turned in my head. “Maybe we can.”
Albus's forehead crinkled. “How? You know how crazy our Christmases are.”
“Tomorrow, me and Ryan can go into town and say we want some girl time. You boys can say you're going late Christmas shopping. We can meet up, and Scorp and I can go off by ourselves, and you two can go on a date or something.” I grinned around, feeling very proud of my idea. “I'm so smart, I should have been in Ravenclaw.”
Scorpius chuckled and squeezed my waist in agreement.
“Um, why would me and Ryan go on a date?” Al said awkwardly.
“Al.” Ryan turned and faced him, a serious expression on her face. “It's Rose. She figured it out yesterday.”
“Oh.” He said, a mischievous grin colouring his expression. “Guess there's no use hiding it.”
Then he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him, and they started snogging viciously. Great.
“I think that's our cue to go.” I whisper awkwardly. “We should probably help set up for the party.”
“Yeah, I'm good with that.” He muttered back, tossing my shirt to me, and shrugging on his own.
“Remember, act like we hate each other.” I glared at him as we exited the room.
“Of course.” He snorted.
“Good.” I nodded once at him and turned to leave, but he caught my wrist and pulled me back, pinning me to the wall again.
“I love you, Weasley.” He said, eyes sparkling with mischief but voice husky.
“I love you too, Malfoy.” I whispered back, my cheeks flushing red. “Now get the hell off of me.”
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