A/N: Okay, so this is a little something that I just spit out. It's new territory for me, definitely. So...I hope everyone enjoys it, and likes what I've done.

Disclaimer: Original story and characters are not mine.

Rose was walking down the hall, completely and totally distracted. The fact of the matter was that her boyfriend, Nate Greengrass, was a complete and total asshole. It was as if she was some disposable thing he'd found one day on the cobblestones, a thing he'd deigned to pick up and keep. Rose frowned. She hated how pompous he could be sometimes.

Really, it was a wonder she ever let him become her boyfriend in the first place. One, he was a Slytherin, and that really went against her family's whole…image. Her father would have liked her to settle down with a fellow Gryffindor, or at least a Ravenclaw. Rose supposed he would have dealt with a Hufflepuff, but what Ronald Weasley really wanted was a Gryffindor. A Slytherin was most definitely out of the question. Which might have been one reason why Rose agreed to go steady with Nate in the first place. However, that was somewhat beside the point. Nate was also pig-headed and full of himself in the more annoying than sexy, confident way that may have been forgivable.

Rose did have to admit, though, he was quite good-looking, with his chocolate brown hair and amazing green eyes. Rose wasn't a dog, but it wasn't like she was some hot commodity, either. So, really, who had really settled? Nate always liked her to believe it was he that had settled. She was less popular and attractive than he was, but then again, Nate wasn't the smartest or most ambitious of wizards. Rose guessed they had both settled, in their own ways. But that did not call for Nate to constantly put her down on a regular basis, especially in front of people they both knew…or people who disliked Rose just because of her parentage.

He had been quite the gentleman, once upon a time. He had wooed her in the most romantic of ways, changing the way she thought about Slytherins, especially him. She had melted to his bouquets and soft words and kind smiles. He was her first serious boyfriend. Sure, Rose had gone on a few dates with Oliver Wood's son, Ian, but it just hadn't amounted to much besides a few snogs and some dinner together. Nate…Nate had really shown her what a relationship could be.

Then he'd changed, slowly but surely, he morphed into the stereotypical Slytherin. It shouldn't have come as a surprise, but it really threw Rose every single time Nate did something horrid. After the first month of it, Rose wondered if she should end it. After all, she was kind of miserable. Then Nate gave her the most precious gold bracelet with a heart on it that sparkled when he thought of her. It sparkled a lot, actually. Which made her think better of him, and more importantly, forgive him for almost anything he'd done and would do for the next two months.

However, it had been a whopping five months of complete and utter crap from him, and really, Rose felt like her youth was being wasted away on some jerk boyfriend who treated her like complete crap. She honestly sometimes would rather be single, or still going on casual dinner dates with Ian Wood.

Rose shook her head and turned a corner. There stood Nate, looking as if he had been waiting for her to turn that corner. She stopped up short and stared at him, completely surprised by his sudden appearance, especially since she had just been seriously thinking about him.

"Hey, Rose," he said in his smooth tenor voice. Rose felt her knees wobble a little bit. He was so attractive, it wasn't fair sometimes.

"Hi," she said, smiling at him, because that was her knee-jerk reaction to most things with him. He could be embarrassing her, but she would still smile at him like she was walking in a dream.

"I'm glad I ran into you, baby," he said softly, walking over to her and taking her hand gently in his. "Come on, walk with me." He tugged her forward. Rose followed like a pathetic puppy, her original destination completely forgotten. She didn't really have to be anywhere. She could skip whatever it was and be with her boyfriend. That was completely fine.

Nate led her down a hall and then through a door pretending to be a wall that not many students knew about. Mostly it was upper-classmen who used it to get to Arithmancy when they'd slept in too late. It popped up all over the place, but always ended in front of the Arithmancy classroom. Once they were inside the deserted shortcut, as it was not school hours, he pressed her against a wall and started to kiss her neck.

"Nate…" she managed to sigh. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing my girlfriend," he said against her neck, which caused something low to tighten.

"Come on, Nate, it's not romantic here."

"It's unexpected and hot, Rose, get into it," he said reasonably against her skin.

"You know how I am, Nate. I don't like to feel exposed," Rose said quietly. It probably came from having no privacy in a large family that really didn't seem to know the meaning of the words "personal space." So Rose's home life left her mostly on display for anyone who happened to be there, and with so many meddling cousins, it was easy for everyone to get a look once in a while. That was why she liked having her own private space, and why she preferred to have intimate things happen in private. Not in a shortcut hallway that could pop up in front of anyone at any time.

"Come on, Rose, I know you like it," he said into her ear seductively. Rose shook her head.

"I don't. I like to kiss you, but I don't want to do it here," she said, somewhat firmly.

"Stop being such a tease, Rose. I want you now, can't you let me have you?" he asked, looking at her, his eyes full of sincerity. But his tone of voice was demanding. He didn't really care that she hated being exposed.

"Have me? Are you really asking to have sex right here?" she asked him, completely taken aback. They'd done it already, some time ago, when most people had gone to Hogsmeade. It was perfect in every sense of the word, and Rose had felt loved and wanted and very, very safe and private. How that had somehow involved into this, she couldn't fathom.

"Yes, and I really think you'd enjoy it," he said, wheedling.

"No." It was a flat word, no room for negotiation. Before she could really understand what he was doing, her wand was out of her pocket, and in his robes. Shock went through her body. What was he doing?

"Give that back, Nate!" she nearly shouted.

"No, Rose," he said, shoving her against the wall, hands tearing her robes open. Fear gripped her in a sudden wave, freezing her body in a very frightening way. His hands felt her body, touching and squeezing that, under normal circumstances, would have sent her into a sex-induced haze of pleasure and bliss. However, all she felt now was violated.

"Get off me!" she said finally, shoving at him, her limbs coming back to life. Fighting with a brother and numerous male cousins had taught her not to back down easily. Nate was strong, though, a beater to the heart. His muscles were much bigger than hers, and he subdued her in mere minutes. Without her wand to help, Rose was caught. Was this how Muggle women felt all the time? Helpless, powerless, weak?

"Come on now, you can enjoy this too," he whispered in her ear, hands snaking underneath her skirt.

"Stop, please," she moaned, tears pricking at her eyes.

"It's so hot that you're begging," he whispered into her ear. He bit her earlobe and touched her inner thigh with rough and fast hands, moving up to her underwear. He pulled them down some and then started to unzip his pants. Rose tried to run away then, when he was distracted. But he took out his own wand and Accio'd her back into place. Rose hadn't been aware a person could be summoned like that, like a pencil or a book. It was a whole new level of degradation. His pants were unbuttoned now, and suddenly it hit her.

Dear Merlin, this is actually happening.

Nate pressed her against the wall and raised one of her legs, situating himself when suddenly someone came into the hallway. Rose nearly sagged with relief, before she saw the tall physique, green robes, and pale, blond hair. Scorpius Malfoy wasn't going to help her. He would look the other way, and there was nothing that would stop Nate now.

"Greengrass, what are you on about?" he asked, somewhat taken aback. Most of what was actually happening was hidden by their respective robes.

"Me and my girl are having a bit of private time, Malfoy, so if you could leave us to it, mate?" Nate said, casual as you please. Rose looked at Scorpius from around Nate's shoulder. She let her eyes show her fear and desperation, and quickly, before Nate turned back around to her, she mouthed,

"Please, please help me."

Scorpius stared. Rose was shoved against a wall, pleading with her blue eyes. It didn't look like much was going on. He wasn't going to blame his house and teammate for wanting to get some action in the secret passage ways. But usually Rose didn't look scared out of her mind when she was with Nate. In fact, most of the time she looked like a sickeningly sweet puppy. The way she followed him around, with goo-goo eyes was almost too adorable to look at. Which was saying something, since Rose was something of a hard-ass on a regular basis.

Scorpius struggled with something to say that might actually help her. He had no idea what was really going on, but he wasn't one to leave a desperate, frightened girl in the hands of a very strong Quidditch beater, even if that beater was her boyfriend. He was a decent guy, after all, despite what everyone always assumed about him.

"Nate…what's going on?" he asked, like it wasn't a big deal, really.

"I just told you, Malfoy," he said, a hard, impatient edge to his voice. He didn't move away from Rose, which was unusual. If he'd just been kissing her, he would have turned around. It seemed like they were in a more compromising position.

"Come on, Nate, in the secret corridor? Get some class," Scorpius said, joking. Nate laughed.

"It makes her hot, what can I say?" He grinned and Scorpius saw Rose wince out of the corner of his eye.

"I kind of killed the mood, didn't I?" Scorpius said, trying to diffuse whatever they were actually doing without implying that Nate may be in fact forcing himself on his girlfriend. From what Scorpius had heard, she was a perfectly willing lover to him, and why Nate would ever have to force her into anything was way beyond his thinking.

"Naw, just go on ahead, and we'll get back into it," Nate said, smiling. Scorpius was little disturbed to see a sick twist along the edges. Rose looked hopeless now…her face was a mask of complete and utter fear that it was near painful to look at. Scorpius started to walk away, saying,

"Hey man, sorry."

"It's alright, see you later in the common room," Nate said, turning his attention back to Rose. Rose let out a small whimper that could have been interpreted as anything: pleasure, fear, pain, ecstasy. Then Scorpius spied a wand in Greengrass's pocket that wasn't his. It was too thin to be his stockier ash wand.

Holy mother of Merlin, it's her wand.

Before he could think, he had Nate on the ground, stupefied. Scorpius stood there, his wand pointed at where he used to be, hand slightly shaking. He glanced at Rose, who was sporting torn robes and a skirt that was slightly off-center. Nate was covered by his own robes, but it wasn't hard to tell that he was highly aroused. Scorpius fought back bile. Rose crept into the corner of the corridor and stood there, staring at Nate's prostrate form. Scorpius bent down and grabbed two wands. He pocketed Greengrass's. Then he held Rose's out to her, slowly and cautiously.

"Here," he said softly, extending it. It took a few second before Rose reached for it. It was easy to see she felt better with it in her hand. She stood there trembling for a few more seconds, then she was in his arms, hugging him with a sheer ferocity that almost hurt. She was also weeping into his robes. Scorpius's heart stopped and he let himself think it.

He'd wanted her in his arms a long time ago.

A/N: So, this is what I have so far...I may or may not continue with it. It definitely has the potential to go farther...I just don't know. Give me some feedback, and I'll see what I can spit out for ya.