Rose groaned inwardly with exasperation.
Why can't I get him out of my head?
Literally. All she thought about was him. So much so that she could hear his voice in her mind. Her brain was auto filling in his opinions and possible remarks when she was nowhere near him.
Why?
And here he was, invading even her dreams now. Scorpius, and he was standing right behind her now. She started diligently straight ahead. Even in a dream she wouldn't acknowledge him. He was so full of himself, she couldn't help herself but hope it would irritate him, even if it was just a dream. Rose was doing quite well pretending that he wasn't standing directly behind her, until she felt her scarlet hair move as his breath shifted it.
She caught her breath. He was right there.
But this isn't real. This is my dream.
Then his arms were on either side of her, his palms flat against the smooth table in front of her.
Where had the table come from?
She could smell his musk around her.
He smells of spearmint, and sandal wood, and…
She was stuck between a too-close Scorpius and the table. She closed her eyes.
Just dream about something else...school, home, Teddy.
She pictured Teddy then, with his shaggy brown hair, and his easy smile. At least Teddy wasn't taboo.
So why am I dreaming about Malfoy of all people?
"Because, Rose, I am what you really want."
The chills ran up her back, as he pressed against her. His chest touching her back. She gasped then. Rose quickly turned on her heels to face him, and tried to push him away. He didn't budge, and a smirk broke out across his face. He leaned in, like he was going to kiss her.
Do I want him to kiss me? She puzzled to herself.
He leaned in further until his mouth was next to her ear. His breath tingling against her ear. If Rose wasn't so calculating she probably would have had a blush spread across her face.
"Of course you do." His honey smooth voice whispered in her ear. Then she blushed.
His fingers were under her chin, moving her face so delicately until she was looking up at him. Up into those gray eyes. Her mind was blank, she could smell his mint breath against her face. Time seemed to pause.
Then she rose onto her tip-toes, and their lips met.
She woke up.