Chapter 24 : Before Next Year
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“Dom.” I said a little louder.
“Dom!” Even louder this time and more annoyed.
“DOM!” I roared, slapping away her hand.
“Merlin, Rose, calm your ass down. You're making your face all red.” She rolled her eyes and continued to attack my face with her tools.
“How long is this gonna take?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Not long.” She replied, shrugging. “Half an hour more, give or take.”
“Half an hour?” I exclaimed, moving my head away from her brush.
“Give or take.” She grabbed my chin and held it still.
“I better look damn good after this torture.” I muttered, glaring at her threateningly.
“Just shut up and go to your happy place.” She said, ignoring my glare.
I sighed, but sat back, admitting defeat.
It was New Year's Eve, and we were back at the Potter's. The last five days had passed in such a blur. Christmas dinner had been thoroughly entertaining, mostly because of the food fight that had broken out halfway through dinner when I shot a forkful of mashed potatoes at Albus. After being yelled at by the parents, things continued on as they usually did, we stuffed ourselves with dinner and pudding, stayed up way too late and demolished most of the candy we had received. Exactly the same as last year, right down to the food fight, though last year James had started it.
The day after Christmas had been filled with shopping, shopping, shopping. Dom literally dragged Ryan and I with her to Diagon Alley where we spent the day buying up everything in sight. I spent a quite a lot of money, adding to my closet and depleting my already miniscule savings.
The days leading up to New Year's Eve had consisted of Quidditch, Wizard's chess, Exploding Snap, and attempting to get more than five minutes alone with Scorpius. In a house with two families, especially with ones as crazy as ours, and especially when Aunt Ginny was trying to get ready for the big New Year's Ball, getting alone time with anyone was quite the task. The longest we'd had alone was three minutes in the hall closet when we were supposed to be looking for the champagne flutes...
I closed the door behind me, another closet empty of champagne flutes, and turned around frustrated before running straight into someone's chest.
“Ow!” I cried, rubbing my nose.
“Sorry.” A smug voice said, and I looked up into the smirking face of Scorpius. “Let me kiss it better.”
I glared up at him, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed the tip of my nose. Tingles ran down my spine at even that littlest touch.
“You know,” I started, winding my arms around his neck to pull him closer, “my lips kinda hurt too.”
He chuckled, and bent to press his lips to mine.
I reacted immediately. I forgot how amazing kissing him was, it had only been two days since our last kiss, and yet it had seemed like years ago. I gasped a little as he deepened the kiss, clutching him closer, until I remembered where we were.
He seemed to realize this at the same time I did, and he took a hand off my waist to grope for the door knob. I vaguely heard the door creak open, and then felt him pushing me into the closet. I willingly obliged, grabbing fist fulls of his shirt and pulling him after me.
“I missed this.” He whispered, smiling slightly though his breathing was heavy.
“It's only been two days.” I gasped back, trying to be sarcastic but failing miserably, and slamming his mouth back onto mine.
“Too long.” He muttered against my lips. His hands gripped tighter on my waist and-
“Dom!” I was broken out of my thoughts by a sharp poke in the eye.
“Sorry!” She cried, backing away from me. “It slipped!”
“Well, it bloody hurt!” I snapped.
“I'm sorry.” She said again, and darted forward with a puffy blush brush, sweeping it over my cheeks. “But you want to know the good news?”
“What?” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest.
“You're all finished.” She grinned, and took me by the shoulders, turning me towards the mirror.
All my anger melted away as soon as I caught my reflection in the mirror. It was different from her usual make-up jobs. I wore no heavy, smoky eyeshadow, just a light gray dusting on my lids. The tiniest bit of black eyeliner. My lashes were miles long, and my cheeks flushed. My skin was more radiant than I had ever seen it; a clear, perfect ivory, no sign of freckles. No vixen red lip stick, my lips shimmered a soft pink. My hair was not it's usual mess, it cascaded past my shoulders in voluminous waves and shone.
“I like this.” I said, smiling at her in the mirror. “It feels... natural.”
“Good.” She beamed at me, and flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I'm just so amazing at this stuff.”
I snorted. “You're so full of it.”
Her grin got wider. “I truly am.”
I rolled my eyes at her, but didn't comment; there was no fighting with Dom.
“Now, go get your dress on. And tell Ryan to come here, so I can do her make-up.” She chided, nudging me towards the door.
“Yes, Mum.” I replied sarcastically, stumbling out the bathroom's door.
I tripped my way to Ryan and I's room, and grabbed the garment bag lying on the bed. I slipped off the white bathrobe I had been wearing over my strapless bra and lacy knickers, and pulled the dress out of the bag. I slipped it over my head, making sure not to flatten my hair.
Holding the dress to my chest to make sure it didn't fall down, I stuck my head the door, and yelled “Mum!”
I walked back to the bed, and sat, glaring at the door.
Finally, my mother appeared. She was all dressed up of course, her hair tamed to fall sleekly (ish) down her shoulders, and skin glowing, barely a wrinkle in sight. She wore lavender dress robes with diamond necklace my dad had gotten her for Christmas.
“You look beautiful, sweetie.” She said, smiling breaking over her face.
“Thank, Mum, you too.” I got up from the bed and turned around. “Will you do me up?” I asked, wiggling back and forth.
She laughed, and started to thread the silk string through the lacing on the back. I stood still as I waited for her to finish, staring out the balcony doors, at the winter wonderland beyond them. It seemed like only yesterday I had been out in that yard, having a snowball fight with James, Teddy and Albus, Mum begging me to come inside and put my dress on. But that was years ago. It was amazing how fast the time flew by, and how much things changed.
I snorted, as I recalled Scorpius saying on Christmas, 'If the twelve year old us could see us now.' It was true though, I would have been horrified if you told me I'd be dating Scorpius.
“What's so funny?” My mother asked, as she tied the string.
“Just something-” I stopped myself before I said Scorpius's name. “It's nothing really.”
She squeezed my shoulder, and tugged me around to the mirror.
“You look so grown up.” She said, a little choked up.
I didn't really take notice though, I was gawking at myself in the mirror. Trying on the dress at the store had been nothing compared to seeing it on me now.
The dress was in one word, perfect. It was green, a nice green, the kind that leaves turned at the peak of spring, a dark bottle green. It was a corset waist, ending in a point just below my belly button. It pouf-ed out into layers of green crinoline, like the Muggle prom (was it prom? Maybe it was brom, yeah, definitely brom) dresses would, but it ended a couple inches above my knee. It had a sweetheart neckline, and was embellished with tiny silver jewels, clustering around the top in a beautiful pattern and shimmering beautifully. The full skirt was also spangled with the gems making the dress sparkle when the light hit it. I wore not jewelry, the dress was perfect by itself.
It seemed like it was made to fit me, and made me feel more confident than ever before. My pale skin glowed against the green, my hair more fiery than usual and my legs seemed to stretch for miles.
I got over the shock of seeing myself in the dress, and turned to my mum. “Thanks, Mum. You look really beautiful.”
She blushed, and smoothed her hands over her robes. “Thank you, Rose Petal.”
I smiled at the use of my childhood nickname, and grabbed her hand, squeezing it.
“Go find your friends.” She said, kissing my head and walking out the door.
Just as I was tugging on my green silk pumps, Ryan and Dom walked into the room, both in full make-up and bathrobes. Dom's hair was piled onto her head, and held back with a gold headband, while huge gold chandelier earrings hung from her ears. Ryan's long brown locks had been pulled into a loose chignon, while the diamond teardrop earrings Al had gotten her hung from her ears.
We all beamed at each other, and I help them into their dresses. Ryan's was the palest lilac and short, stopping mid-thigh. It was tight, but gathered and creased beautifully, a white ribbon with a silver design tied under her bust. It was elegant and innocent and perfect for Ryan.
Dom's dress was also perfect for her, so of course the dress was nothing like Ryan's. It was bright red, and fell to the floor, cascading down her hips smoothly. It was tight around the waist, backless, and had a sweetheart neckline like mine. For Dom, it was a quite simple dress, but on her in looked anything but simple.
After Dom had finally deemed us perfect (there was a slight malfunction with Ryan's eyeliner), we marched out of the room, heels clacking.
I gripped the silky wood of the banister as I made my way down the stairs, Dom and Ryan already far ahead of me, I didn't entirely trust myself not to fall and make a fool out of myself when walking down stairs in heels. Taking my eyes off my feet, I took in the scene around me.
The foyer was filled with people, dress robes swishing around them as they greeted one another in overly loud voices. Al and other various Potters/Weasleys were scurrying around the room, trying to herd everyone into the ball room.
I gazed around, trying to look like I wasn't looking for someone, while really actually looking, when I saw him.
Like most of the younger men, he had chosen a Muggle suit instead of dress robes, the simple black suit contrasted his pale skin and platinum hair, turning them both whiter. His hair was a mess as always, sticking up every which way and falling into his eyes.
But the way he looked wasn't what had a blush rising to my cheeks. It was the way he was looking at me.
His mouth fell slightly open as his gaze raked down my body and back up, his eyes now boring into mine. His grey eyes captured mine, and I could see the longing on his face that I'm sure was mirrored in mine. I wanted nothing more than to fling myself at him and snog him senseless. But there was something else in his gaze, a sort of awestruck look, and he didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off of me.
I felt my knees go weak at his expression, and I stumbled, my foot catching the last step and I started to fall before an arm wrapped around my waist, and caught me.
“Whoa there, Rosie.” A deep voice chuckled. “Falling for a guy is just an expression, no need to actually fall.”
I looked up, rolling my eyes, into the laughing face of Grayson.
“Oh, Gray, you're like a knight in shining armour. Oh wait, I meant a prat.” I said sarcastically.
“Still as feisty as ever, I see.” He replied, raising an eyebrow.
“You know it.” I giggled, punching him in the arm
“Nice fall there, Weasley.” A cold voice from behind us sneered, and we turned to see Scorpius looming over us.
I stiffened, shocked for a moment by his words, before I remembered that we were a secret. So I put on my best glare and spat at him “Oh, bugger off, Malfoy.”
He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Oh, that's original.”
“Grow up, Malfoy.” Grayson hissed, his brown eyes red with anger. “Don't you have some Death Eater pals to hang out with?”
I froze. That was too far. I knew Scorpius couldn't stand having people judge him over his father's past.
“Grayson.” I whispered, elbowing him in the ribs, but he ignored me, and continued staring down Scorpius who was shaking with rage, hands clenched into fists.
I waited, bracing myself for the oncoming fight when Scorpius turned on his heel, and stalked away.
“Prat.” Grayson muttered under his breath, before wiping the anger off his face and turning to me. “I missed you, Rose. Did you like my present?” He slung his other arm around my waist, he had kept his arm around me through the entire exchange with Scorpius, and pulled me into a hug.
“I missed you too.” I whispered weakly, I was still in shock over what he had said. “I loved your present, sorry I didn't get you one, but with the entire Weasley/Potter clan to buy them for, I'm a little short on Galleons.”
He pulled away, grinning down at me. “S'all right, Rose, you can make it up to me later.” He added with a wink.
I forced a grin on my face and took his arm when he offered me it.
“You look nice tonight.” He said as we walked toward the ballroom doors.
“You too.” That much was true. He too was wearing a tux, but instead of a black jacket, he wore a white one, making his mocha skin look extra dark. His curly hair was slicked back, and he had his usual grin on his face, his eyes glinting.
The doors burst open in front of us, revealing a huge ballroom, it's walls draped in midnight blue and white fabric. A glittering chandelier huge from the ceiling while candles flickered at the dozens of tables set around a large silver dance floor. Half the tables were already occupied with people chatting and mingling with one another.
“Whoa.” Grayson mutters under his breath.
I stifle a laugh and guide him to the table where Ryan, Dom, Rowan, and Lily already sat.
“Wow, Lily, you look beautiful.” I said, as I hugged the younger girl. It was true, she looked stunning. Her hair was in loose curls and she wore a dark blue dress with little white gloves. It wasn't just her outfit or her make-up though, her smile was so big and she radiated almost.
“Beautiful is right.” Grayson grinned at her.
Lily flushed bright red but she looked down, sending a cascade of curls to hide her face as she scampered off, mumbling something about finding Hugo.
“You don't look so shabby yourself, Rosie.” Rowan laughed as he slung an arm around me.
“All thanks to me.” Dom quipped.
Rowan chuckled, rolling his eyes and sat back down, taking Dom's hand.
I giggled too, and sat in the seat next to him, Grayson flopping down beside me.
“Do you know where Al is?” Ryan asked me, her eyes searching the rapidly filling room.
“Better question, when is the bloody food served?” Rowan groaned, rubbing a hand across his stomach, resulting in Dom smacking him in the head.
“Trying to herd people in here.” I said to Ryan, trying to control my laughter.
She nodded, and turned to Rowan. “So what'd you get for Christmas, Ro?”
After a description of the many presents Rowan had received and grilling him about what he had gotten Dom (her face was bright red for the entire conversation), a head of black messy hair appeared in the crowd.
“Ryan.” He said, stopping in front of the table. We all greeted him too, but he only had eyes for Ryan. He looked like someone had just hit him in the head with a Beater's bat.
I snorted at his face, and took a sip of the icy Butterbeer I had grabbed from a House Elf carrying a tray full of the them.
My snort seemed to break his trance, and he shook his head a little before grinning easily at her and kissing her full on the mouth.
“You look amazing.” He said, after they'd broken apart.
Her cheeks flamed red and she reached out to straighten his tie. “Thank you.”
“Enough with the mushy stuff.” Rowan cried, rolling his eyes.
Dom elbowed him in the ribs. “There better be some mushy stuff if you want any action tonight.”
He froze, then threw his arm around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her cheek.
“You would never be able to resist me anyways,” He said, chuckling, “But you are the most beautiful girl here tonight.”
“I beg to differ.” Grayson said, grinning at me.
I smiled back cautiously, Dom and Rowan laughing, Al and Ryan with forced looking grins on their faces.
“Rose, Mum said she needed your help with something.” Al said, looking at me meaningfully. “Something about finding some champagne flutes.”
I stared at him blankly for a moment, before it clicked.
“Right.” I smiled, winking at him. “Well, best be off.”
And I pushed back my chair and hurried away into the crowd, out the doors and into the now vacant foyer.
Scorpius leaned against the wall to my right, and he grinned widely as I approached.
He said nothing just laced his fingers though mine and tugged me into the cloak room.
His arms were around me as soon as the door closed.
“You look...” He trailed off, fingers brushing my cheek. “Words don't even describe.”
“I could say the same about you.” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me.
I pressed my lips to his, and he responded immediately, cupping my face in both of his hands. We kissed, softly and sweetly, not angry or intensely, just loving, like teenagers in love.
“I especially like the Slytherin colours.” He said against my lips, laughing a little.
I pulled back and roll my eyes at him, smacking him in the back of the head.
He just smiles, and bends down to kiss me again.
“Happy New Year.” He says as he pulls away.
I smile up at him. “Happy New Year.”
We're quiet for a moment, me lost in thought, him staring down at me.
“Do you think one dance would make people suspicious?” I ask quietly. It was a question that I had been thinking about since I woke up this morning. One dance in public, one dance with my enemy, would that cause whispers and questions? But I wanted one dance, just one dance with him, so badly.
He pulled me closer to him and rested his head on top of mine. “I'm sure we can figure something out.”
My smiled returned, and I pressed my face into his shoulder inhaling the sweet smell of him, the perfect mix of lemon, pine and spices.
“We should get back.” He murmured after a moment.
I sighed, but unwrapped myself from him, reaching up to kiss him quickly, but lingering.
“We could tell them you know.” He whispered suddenly. “Our parents.”
I smile a little sadly up at him, and brush back a lock of platinum hair that had fallen into his face. “No, we can't, Scorp.”
“Yes, we can, Rose.” He insisted, looking me in the eyes. “Sure, they'll be mad but they'll get over it. We can be together and not have to pretend to hate each other. We can hold hands and kiss outside of cupboards.”
The images were one I longed for; kissing Scorpius good morning in the Great Hall surrounded by our friends, him carrying my books down the corridor, us together at my house surrounded by my family as we held hands.
But those pictures weren't real, the situations not possible. There were too many people involved.
“What if they keep us apart? Tell us we can't be together?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest.
“How would they do that? We go to boarding school.” He scoffed, he too crossing his arms.
I sighed again. “I don't want to hurt them, Scorpius.”
“You're not hurting them.” He protested.
“Yes, I am. I'm keeping secrets from them, I'm disappointing them.” I mutter, looking down.
“Disappointing them?” His voice is low and dangerous. “By being with me your disappointing them? Am I a disappointment? Are you ashamed of me?”
My head snaps up. “No.”
I fly at him, crushing my body to his as I bring my lips crashing into his. The intensity is back and we snog viciously for a minute, before I pull away.
“Don't, not for one moment, think that you are disappointment. You are the best thing in my life right now.” I said, hand around his neck so he is forced to look into my eyes. “The only disappoint I was talking about was me not having the courage to tell them and keeping secrets.”
He smiles softly and kisses my forehead. “You're not a disappoint either.”
I smile back. “We will tell them, someday soon, just not today.”
“Next year?” He says, smirking.
“Next year.” I laugh, grinning back.
Then I untangled myself from him, and slip back out into the empty foyer and into the crowded ballroom.
I ate ravenously, stuffing myself to the brim with steak and boiled potatoes, washing it down with the iced Butterbeer from champagne glasses. I talked animatedly with Grayson and Lily about Quidditch throughout dinner, occasionally adding to Ryan or Dom's conversations.
Just as the food was magically wiped from out plates, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned in my seat to see a head of bright turquoise hair and dark brown eyes.
“Teddy!” I grinned, throwing my arms around him.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” He whispered into my ear.
I nodded and waved goodbye to the others, then took Teddy's arm. We pushed through table after table until we were in the empty foyer.
I turned and face him. “What's up, Ted?”
“I-” He started to say but then the door opened behind us, and Al strode in.
“Al, get-” I started to exclaim, but he put a hand up.
“Teddy, I can see the nervousness all over your face, and your hair's now turning orange. What's wrong?” He demanded.
My eyes flashed to Teddy. It was true, he looked more anxious than usual, and his hair was slowly morphing to orange.
He closed his eyes and sighed, before opening them and smiling. “Guess you can know too, you'll find out soon enough.”
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black box. I walked closer as he popped it open, and a glittering diamond ring stared back at me.
“Aw, Ted, I'm flattered but you're really not my type.” I said, laughing.
He snorted and rolled his eyes. “It's for Victoire, you idiot.”
I squealed. “You're finally proposing?!”
“What do you mean finally?” He spluttered, cheeks turning red.
“Good job, mate.” Al grinned, slapping him on the back.
“So you think she'll say yes?” He asked, looking between the two of us anxiously.
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “Of course, she'll say yes! You've been together for how many years? Six?”
Al nodded in agreement. “She's right, Vic loves you, she'll say yes in a heartbeat.”
A huge grin broke out over his face, and he snapped the ring box shut, tucking it away in his pocket.
“Come on,” I said, slinging an arm around both of them, “let's go back inside so you can propose!”
“And behalf of everyone here, I'd like to thank our generous host, the Potters.” Kinsley Shacklebolt's voice boomed throughout the room as he raised his glass and toasted the table where Al's, Dom's, Fred's and my parents sat. “To the Potters.”
“To the Potters.” We all echoed back, and I took a sip of my drink, the cold liquid carving it's way down my throat.
Harry raised his glass back at Kinsley, a modest expression on his face and smiled at him, he too sipping his drink.
People began getting up from their chairs, floating off to different tables to mingle and talk to their friends.
I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Teddy tugging Victoire out of her seat, pointing to someone across the dance floor. They walked hand and hand across the glistening marble, until he pulled her to a stop directly in the middle and whispered something in her ear, a confused expression coming over her face.
He put his wand to his throat and faced the crowd.
“Excuse me.” His voice boomed through out the room, and the conversations instantly stopped. “I'd like to speak for a moment.”
He lowered his wand from his throat so his voice no longer boomed, but his voice carried in the silence ever the same.
“When you love someone, truly love someone, you never want to spend a moment away from them. You want to spend every minute for the rest of your life with them.” Teddy started, his eyes on Victoire and Victoire only. “That's how I feel about you. I love you so much, enough for forever.”
He bent down on one knee, and pulled out the ring box, popping it open. “Victoire Apolline Weasley, will you-”
He was cut off by Victoire crying “Yes!” and tackling him to the ground. She kissed him full on the mouth, both seemed totally oblivious to the hundred or so people around them. Finally, they broke apart and he slid the ring onto her slender finger.
A burst of applause, shrieks, cat calls and cheers erupted from the crowd, and the young couple tore their eyes from each other to beam around at the clapping audience.
I grinned hugely at the obvious love in their eyes, and my eyes floated to Scorpius. He caught my eye and wink, smiling hugely at me, before turning back to Ted and Victoire who were pulling each other up from the floor.
“My sister's getting married!” Dom squealed, bouncing up and down and clapping her hands.
I laughed, and clapped until my hands hurt.
I sat sometime later squished around a table in the back corner of the ballroom. There was barely enough room for us at the table, which seated nine people but now housed about twenty. Dom sat perched in Rowan's lap, Ryan in Al's, Roxy in Fred's, Lily in Hugo's and Grayson's little sister Gracie in Louis's. I had claimed a chair for myself as had Scorpius, Molly and Lucy. Grayson, James and the Scamander twins stood, their elbows resting on the backs of chairs.
We had all convened at the table about an hour ago after the band continued to play waltzes and just generally bad music. Truth or dare broke out about five minutes later.
“James.” Lily said mischief dancing in her brown eyes. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He said, rubbing his hands together confidently.
She smirked. “I dare you to dance with... Mrs. Trampleman.”
He groaned and looked into the crowd. Even at a distance, Trampleman stood out. She was, in one word, a cougar. Her breasts were practically falling out of her dress, and the hemline much to high for someone nearing fifty. Though married to an important Ministry official, she constantly flirted with anyone in a five foot radius. She was currently batting her eyes at our very own Charlie Weasley, who seem to be horrified at her presence.
“Chickening out?” Lily asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning madly.
“Never.” He answered, rolling back his shoulders and strutting over to Mrs. Trampleman, who looked delighted to take his offered arm.
We watched, trying to contain our laughter, and she pulled him far too close, practically grinding against him. But we all lost it when she pulled him even closer and whispered something into his ear, to which he grinned confidently at, shook his head and saluted her, walking back to the table.
“That was bloody brilliant, mate.” Louis said, wiping the tears from under his eyes.
“What'd she say to you?” I asked, still giggling.
“She wanted a private 'tour' of the house.” He rolled his eyes, his hands making air quotes when he said tour. “Though,” he started, cocky gleam coming back to his eyes, “this does provide an excellent example of just how attractive I am. Even older women can't keep their hands off me.”
“Oh, put a sock in it, James.” Lily said, rolling her eyes at her eldest brother. “Trampleman hits on everyone, she would probably do it with Grawp if she had the chance.”
He snorted and turned to Al. “Ah, Albus, little brother, truth or dare?”
“Dare.” He answered, he, like his brother looking confident.
“Go steal as much Firewhiskey as you can from the bar.” James grinned, nodding his head at the bar in the corner.
Albus snorted and rolled his eyes. “You just wanna get drunk.”
Al just grinned, and stood up, pulling Ryan with him.
Al and Ryan strode over to the bar, where the young male bartender was immediately distracted by Ryan who batted her eyelashes at him and bit her lip. She leaned against the bar, flirted heavily with the poor guy as Albus snuck behind the counter and stashed three bottles under his jacket. He jerked his head at Ryan who blew the bartender a kiss and sauntered away.
“You little slut.” Dom teased as the pair of them sat down and opened the bottles.
“It was his idea.” Ryan said, taking a swig from the bottle before passing it to James.
“And it worked!” Al cried, wiping his mouth on the corner of sleeve and handing his bottle to Scorpius. “Now,” he said, looking around at the circle before his eyes landed on me. “Rosie dear, you haven't gone for a while. Truth or dare?”
I groaned. I had to pick dare, there was no telling what they would ask with Truth, and that could give Scorpius and I away. “Dare.”
“I dare you... To dance with ol' Scorp here.” He said, winking at me and slapping Scorpius on the back.
Snickers and giggled erupted from around the table. It was well known that Scorpius and I had hated each other, and most here thought we still did.
I sighed and wrinkled my nose, though on the inside I was beaming, and stood up.
Scorpius looked at me disgustedly and grudgingly offered his arm, which I took to many cat calls and whistles. We walked, attempting to look angry and uncomfortable with each other, to the dance floor. He lead me to the most crowded part of the floor, so the teasing eyes of our cousins and friends couldn't see us.
I relaxed in his arms, and smiled up at him. “Sometimes Albus is amazing.”
He nodded, gazing fondly down at me. “But not as amazing as you.”
I flushed, wanting nothing more than to press my lips against his. “Thank you.” I said, staring so intently into his eyes that I think he got the message.
We swayed in perfect time with each other to the music, body fitting together perfectly.
“I love you so much.” He whispered in my ear, as he spun me around.
“I love you too.” I whispered back as the song ended and he dipped me back.
We both sighed and walked out of the crowd, me balling my hands into fists at my sides and putting what I hoped was an annoyed expression on my face while he crossed his arms over his chest and strode ahead of me angrily.
I sat down in my chair with a huff, and glared at Al. “Sometimes I really hate you.”
“And I love you too, cousin.” He replied, smirking.
I rolled my eyes and glanced around the circle before my eyes landed on Gracie in Louis's lap. Louis was whispered something into her ear, making her laugh.
“Gracie, truth or dare?” I asked, smiling at her.
She thought about it for a moment. “Truth.”
I nodded, question already in mind. “Do you fancy Lou?”
“Rose.” Louis groaned, his cheeks blushing red.
Gracie's dark skin turned red too as she looked down and mumbled, “Yes.”
Louis's face lit up, and he kissed her quickly on the cheek.
“Hey, hey there.” Dom exclaimed, pointing a finger at Gracie. “Hands off the brother.”
We all burst out laughing, and Gracie turned to Roxy. “Truth or dare?”
“It's five minutes to midnight!” A clearly drunk Fred yelled, throwing an arm around a totally wasted James.
A cheer rose from our table, and we all rushed to the dance floor, where gold numbers counting down the minutes had magically appeared in the air. We danced stupidly and cheered louder as the minutes ticked closer. Finally, it was the final countdown.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone screamed, fireworks exploding all around us, horns blowing and people clapping. Everywhere people were pairing off and kissing, Ryan and Al sweetly, Rowan and Dom passionately, even Gracie and Louis shyly.
I couldn't keep the grin off my face, and I moved to hug a bouncing Lily, before a hand clamped onto my waist, and spun me around.
“Happy New Year!” Grayson grinned, before crushing his lips to mine.
I gasped, and tried to pull away, but he was holding my face to his with one of his hands while his other clutched my waist.
Suddenly, he was wrenched away.
I opened my eyes, horrified to see Scorpius, enraged expression on his face and his hand on Grayson's shoulder.
I tried to get words out, tried to explain.
But Scorpius just drew his fist back and punched Grayson across the face.
A/N: DUN DUN DUH! Gasp! So sorry this chapter took so long again! But school is ending in a week and then it's summer which means lots of time for writing!! Congrats to those who guessed Grayson liked Rose :) Good job! Who do you guys want him to end up with? I'm not quite sure yet, so opinions would be helpful! Any guesses what will happen next? :) Drop me a review!! PLEASE. Thanks so much for all the reviews on the last chapter, I was sooooo excited :D 113 reviews and 14,000+ reads!! :D Keep up the support! You all are amazing! Love you!! Alexa.
P.S. Anybody know any good stories? I love Scorp/Rose but I've read most of them :(
P.P.S. All credit to J.K. Rowling. I only own the original characters and story line. Anything else mentioned I do not own!!
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