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The Dead Don't Care

If her parents could see her now, she would be dead.

Rose Weasley was your stereotypical good girl. She had inherited her mother's studious habits, intelligence and determination. She was top of her all her classes and was considered to be the responsible one in the family. But the position she was in now was not one of the typical positions good girls were usually found in. Pushed up against the wall in a broom closet on the fourth floor, her legs wrapped around the waist of your stereotypical bad boy, both of them thrusting and moaning with pleasure, begging for more.

If the compromising position wasn't enough to send her parents into a mad rage, then the boy in question was. He was the son of their sworn enemy during their own Hogwarts years, the spitting image of his father, young Scorpius Malfoy.

The first time she had seen him on platform 9 ¾'s five years ago, her father had told her,

"Don't get too cozy" with him. If that was the case, then what was this considered?

She didn't know how this had actually happened, but she knew that she didn't want it to stop.


If his father could see him now, he would be dead.

What would his father say if he knew what his only son was doing behind closed doors with a Weasley? A half-blood, blood-traitor Weasley.

But Scorpius Malfoy didn't give a damn what his father thought. For too long his life had been governed by that tyrant and now it was time for him to do what he wanted to do. Love who he wanted to love, and be the person he wanted to be. And right now, he wanted to be right where he was.


Both Rose and Scorpius had been brought up to hate each other and their families, but from the moment they first laid eyed on one another, eleven years of propaganda disappeared in an instant.

Though they weren't always friendly, sometimes they downright hated each other and even though fought like mad, they always made up in the end. They were each others confidant, best friend and moral support. They stood up for one another and as the years flew by, they grew ever closer. But they never whispered a word to their parents. When they had finally realised just how much they loved each other, how much they needed each other, it had been like a light switching on, showing the way for those who had been so blind for so long.

Love was their light now and their passion only fueled the flame.