Title: Tell Me You Love Me

Summery: Rose and Scorpious used to be best friends but after a drunken revaluation at one of the Weasley's famous Christmas parties the pair can't look each other in the eyes.

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Chapter 1: The Morning After

Rose Weasley stretched in bed and yawned loudly. It was boxing day and she was waking up with a killer hangover. Rose rolled over and squinted in the early morning sunlight - unusual for this time of year. She glanced over at the snoozing figure across the room. Her cousin Lily was breathing heavily in her sleep and drooling on her pillow. Blinking Rose crawled out of bed and stood on the cold wooden floor. She pressed a hand to her pounding head cursing at how drunk she had gotten the night before.

"That is the last time I let James pour me a drink" she mumbled, her mouth feeling like sandpaper. She shuffled out of the bedroom, closing over the door quietly. She made her way down the creaky old staircase and came across the mess which was the Burrow's living room.

Glasses empty and full of dark red liquid lined the table, the Christmas trees glowing faires - which dimly lit up the tree - lay on the branches suspisiously intoxicated, the big fireplace crackled softly in the corner and Crookshanks her family's ancient cat was curled up on the couch.

Rose walked through the room and went into the kitchen, expecting to find her grandmother there, but it was surprisingly empty. Not one member of her family could be found sitting at the old wooden kitchen table. She sunk into one of the hard chairs and lay her head on the cold wood, tabletop.

She looked up when she heard the backdoor opening, "Oh Rose dear, you gave me a heart attack" Mrs Weasley said, clutching a basket of fresh eggs. "How are you feeling?"

"Sick, grandma" Rose whined, putting her head back on the table.

Molly Weasley just sighed and started bustling around in the kitchen, pulling out her wand and getting the cooker going and the knives chopping. "Would you like some tea dear?"

"That would be great" Rose said, perking up at the sound of warm tea soothing away her hangover. Molly just chuckled and took out two mugs, she waved her wand in the direction of the steaming kettle and the cups filled with hot water. In a blink, dark tea swirled around in front of Rose. She pulled the milk jug towards herself and added some to the mug in front of her.

"What happened with you and Scorpius last night?" Mrs Weasley asked, looking at Rose from over the top of her mug.

Rose gulped a huge mouthful of tea, almost scolding her tongue and throat. "Um what do you mean?" she asked cautiously. She knew that someone was bound to ask her about the heated argument she had last night, she had just hoped it wouldn't her grandmother.

"He never said goodbye last night"

"Oh..." Rose muttered. "Yeah he told me that he has feelings for me, grandma. But I don't know if I feel the say way. I mean he's sweet but he's my best friend. I wouldn't want to ruin that" Rose looked down at the liquid in her mug feeling her stomach tighten, remembering the events from the previous night. She'd never seen Scorpius look so humiliated and sad.

Scorpius had dragged Rose outside and together they stood under the stars. They stood close together, puffs of white clouds coming out of their mouths and noses as they drunkenly stumbled over words. Scorpious held Rose's freezing fingers in his hands trying to keep them warm.

He had never seen her look more beautiful than right now; her red hair spilled down her back and shoulders in thick, shiny waves, her nose and cheeks were flushed pink from the winter chill and her eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

His stomach flipped around at the sight of her smiling at him and because of what he was going to tell her. He had been debating about telling Rose about his feelings for her, for the past four months now and it was now or never. He stood in front of her and held onto her cold fingers tightly, looking into her hazel coloured eyes.

"Rose...I-I-I" he stumbled, taking a deep breath he said what was on his mind, "Rose you look so beautiful tonight and I have a massive crush on you. You are my best friend - your smile brightens up my day and when you laugh I feel like such a little kid, joking around with you. Rose I feel like such an idiot for telling you this but I've been struggling with my feelings for you..." he trailed off, looking at her.

Rose swallowed, looking at the boy across from her, she pressed a hand to her chest, feeling the alcohol ooze out of her system. "Oh Scorpius, what? You have feelings for me?" she looked at him and saw how hopeful he looked, thinking she was going to confess her love for him. "I'm sorry, oh honey I'm sorry, I don't want to be horrible but wouldn't it get messy, us dating, I'm mean we are best friends and you know I'm going out with Mark"

"Oh yeah, I forgot about Mark" Scorpius lied, he knew fine well that Rose really liked him but the guy was a cheater. And Scorpius couldn't believe Rose couldn't open her eyes and see that. "I just thought you should know" he turned to walk away, but Rose grabbed his wrist.

"Scorpius wait" she said, tears sparkling her eyes, "please don't leave. Why did you tell me? You know how I feel about Mark, are you trying to ruin my relationship?" she said softly.

Scorpius sighed angrily, "Rose you are too stupid and blind to see that the guy is messing around with you. When will you wake up and realise, that he has had sex with almost every girl in our year?" He bit his tongue at the look on Rose's face. "Rose I didn't mean it like that"

"Didn't mean what? That I'm stupid? That Mark will screw me over? What was it Scorpius, or are you just jealous that I don't feel the same way?" Rose cried, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"No it wasn't like that-" Scorpius bumbled.

"Just leave Scorpius" Rose said, turning her back on the boy.

"Rose please, just let me explain" he placed a hand on Rose's shoulder, making her whirl round and scream at him to leave. Her beautiful face twisted with anger and hurt. Scorpious just nodded and slowly made his way down the front garden, towards the old rickety gate where he apparated.

Rose sunk to the ground, feeling - for the first time that night - cold. She wrapped her arms around herself and cried. She didn't know what she was crying about, maybe it was about the argument, maybe it was because she and Scorpius had never fought like that, or maybe it was because she knew deep down that Mark wasn't the right guy for her and the right guy was the one who just left her Grandparents back yard.