A/N: This was written for the Red Positive section of the Colors Competition, write about a passionate romance.

Rose Weasley was 18 today, and she was more thrilled than ever. All she wanted was to be with Scorpius, and he was right beside her, right where she wanted him. Scorpius kissed her on the cheek.

"Happy birthday Rose. I love you," he murmured in her ear, and she giggled.

"I love you, too," she told him, as she kissed him. It wasn't just a normal kiss. She kissed him hungrily, desperately, wanting, needing more. Their passionate kissing went on for a while longer before Scorpius finally broke the silence.

"Rose, are you sure?" he asked her, and she nodded her head.

"For sure," she whispered.

He picked her up, still kissing her, and deposited her on the bed. She pulled his Slytherin green top off, and he attempted to undo the buttons to her top. After struggling a bit, her flowery top fell off and onto the floor. Her hands traveled the length of his torso, running through his ragged blond hair, and back to his face.

She couldn't even begin to express how much she loved him.

When she first met him, he was the boy that her father had warned her to stay away from, the son of the man her father hated, but he was going to have to deal with it, because Rose had fallen for him, hard, and she would do anything, willing to put herself in Scorpius' hands, because she trusted and loved him with all her heart.

And she wouldn't let anyone, even her father, get in the way of what she truly wanted.