A/N: Hi! This is just a Rose/Scorp drabble because I love them and I was procrastinating my study. Though this isn't a songfic, the title and contents of this was indeed inspired by the song "Gamble On Me" by Cory Gunz feat. T-Pain.
Anywhoo, let me know if you like, or don't like it! It is something from a multichap I plan to complete once I'm done with schooling forever in two weeks! :D Anyway, thanks for reading!
DISCLAIMER: Okay, so we all know the drill by now. NOTHING, and I mean nothing, nada, diddly squat, is mine. Not the characters, or the song. :D
"Rose, come on," I took a step toward her, if I just reached out, I could touch her, "I'm not asking for much. Not really. I know you feel it too." I was at my wits end with this girl. Why wouldn't she just admit that she liked me? Anyone could see she did.
Rose huffed at me, turning a little pink, "You know, I don't think I know what you're on about, Malfoy, you're –"
I cut her off, succumbing to my desire and grabbing her arm, "Don't. Please, do not revert to calling me by my surname. We've made progress these past few months. You don't hate me, I know it. Why can't you give us a chance, Rose? Why can't you just throw caution to the winds for once?"
To my surprise, her expression softened. "Don't you see, Scorpius? Don't you see how big a gamble this is? I'd be risking my reputation in dating you. You; the womanizing, arrogant Slytherin prat Malfoy. Not only that, I'd be gambling the admiration and pride my father has for me. I can't do that," her voice turned bitter as she took a step back, relieving herself of my grip, "I can't fail him. I can't."
I could simply shake her senseless. I was losing my patience. I took a step forward again. It was always me who took that first step forward, just as it was always her to be the first to retreat.
"Okay, so put aside the fact that, in the past, I've had a number of different girlfriends," she scoffed at this, but I ignored her and continued, "and the fact that I'm in Slytherin and a Malfoy. Put aside what you think your father will do or say – how do you feel about me?"
I watched her face anxiously, with each passing second feeling more and more nauseous.
After what seemed an eternity, she said quietly, her eyes hesitantly meeting mine, "Okay, I'll admit it. I really like you. Actually, I fancy the pants off you," her face had turned pink once more and I grinned, until she added, "But –"
I cut her off again, "Then take the gamble Rose, place your bets and hope against all odds that we work out – I am," I stepped closer again, my face hovering above hers, "Please, just take a gamble on me," I whispered against her lips, in more of a request than a plea, "Please?"
Her only response was to press her warm lips into mine. She was taking a gamble on me, for me.