Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters, the setting or the song 'A Thousand Years'. Harry potter belongs to The Queen, J.K. Rowling and 'A Thousand Years' belongs to Christina Perry. Unless mentioned otherwise, everything said above remains the same throughout the length of the story.
Edited to add: I don't own the cover image of the story. I give the credits to the artist for the wonderful work!
Heart beats fast
Colours and promises
Rose Weasley couldn't help but shiver when she felt Scorpius Malfoy's arm slip around her tiny waist, molding perfectly. One hand clasped in his and other placed on his shoulders, she followed his leg movements in order to learn the ballroom style of dance for the opening dance she and Scorpius, the Heads, were supposed to perform for The Annual Christmas Ball at Hogwarts. She bit her lip in concentration and jerked her head towards the left to get move the annoying fringe and clear her line of vision, trying to avoid stepping on his foot with her high heels.
Rose had, in a clumsy moment, stepped on Scorpius' foot with her own heel clad foot. Jerking her head towards his, she parted her lips, wanting to apologise to him. But he only smiled slightly and shook his head.
Scorpius being the patient teacher he was, he moved slowly, allowing her to become comfortable and let herself loose for dances don't look graceful and bewitching if either of the participants is stiff. Scorpius Malfoy had learnt ballroom dance at a young age upon his mother, Astoria Malfoy (nee Greengrass)'s insistence. In her words "It's absolutely necessary for you to know how to ballroom for the wizarding world is full of formal dances and meets. Being a Malfoy makes it even more necessary." No, she wasn't pro-pureblood or anti-half-blood and anti-muggleborn. No, she simply thought that being a pureblood, the sole heir of the Malfoy's, he must know how to lead a lady for a dance gracefully.
Rose was, gradually, seeing a sort of a pattern in the moves he was leading. She raised her head from her feet to see the light from the fire dancing on his handsome, fair face and high cheekbones. His eyes remained transfixed, gazing out of the window that overlooked the grounds of Hogwarts that were currently enveloped in a blanket of pristine white snow and a part of the Black Lake that was frozen.
In the grounds, students were relishing the snow. Snowmen were being built, fortresses were being constructed while snowball fights commenced. In a slightly more desolate area- under a tree, that is- she saw a pair, wrapped up in each other, enjoying the festivities in a way that required more body contact, intimacy and passion.
She shivered.
That slight movement was enough to break Scorpius out of his reverie. He smiled at her and pulled her body closer to his, their chests mere centimeters apart. The resultant shiver, she was certain, wasn't one caused by the low mercurial levels.
How to be brave
How can I love when I am afraid to fall?
For the time since the evening began, she looked him in the eye; grey orbs met her blue ones. The tempo of the music playing in the background was increasing, so were their heart beats. Maintaining the eye contact, he swept her around the lowly lit Heads common room. He dipped her body low and pulled her back to him, her body flush against his, with the elegance only a Malfoy could pull off. She felt aware- aware of every muscle in his chest, every muscle in his arm that had constricted and looped itself around her waist tightly, refusing to let her go.
Rose Weasley hadn't always fancied Scorpius Malfoy. Nor had she found him strikingly handsome as an 11 year old or had a rivalry because of their parents' deeds. They didn't have an enmity or friendship between them provoked by an incident that occurred on their first train ride to Hogwarts. No, they were both above that sort a thing. They had a neutral friendship- rather acquaintanceship, if such a word exists. One of their similar traits was that they both loved and valued knowledge above everything else; this was one of the reasons they had been placed in the house of those with a strong will to learn, Ravenclaw. This often resulted in an unspoken competition and friendly rivalry between the two during class tests, OWLs and end of year examinations. The rivalry was never too hostile or at least they didn't let it show. As a matter of fact, she never really considered him as someone she could date. She wasn't sure if should or shouldn't date him but she knew she couldn't date him- He was a Malfoy, She a Weasley. Despite the fact that they had gotten over the past, their parents' hadn't. They had lost too many loved ones in a short time to remain unscathed.
What surprised Rose now was that her body was reacting in a way it never had before. Her fingers were tingling from where she was touching his shoulders. It seemed an entire bloody zoo (she is a Weasley, after all, swearing is expected) of animals had been let loose in the confines of her tummy. The fast paced music transitioned into a slow one, unlike their heart beats. As the final note trickled into silence, the duo came to a halt. Miraculously, the eye contact was still unbroken. Scorpius looked into her eyes, searching for something. He tucked a stray fringe behind her ear and then, slowly and steadily, Scorpius tilted his neck downwards to reach her lips. Rose, as if their bodies were communicating telepathically, brought the hand resting on one of his broad shoulders to the back of his neck pulled him downwards with a force, impatient.
Fleetingly, she thought of how she was going to break the rule of "don't get too close to him" but all her sense of reason was packed in boxes and moved to a place where she couldn't find it, thus couldn't use it, when she the ghost of his warm, cinnamon-y breath washing over her face before feeling the searing contact his lips made with hers. It was like the easiest thing to do short of breathing despite the fact that they had never this intimate, this passionate about and for each other before.
Gently his tongue nudged her lips open, as if asking for her permission. His tongue did wonderful, wonderful things to her insides. Waves of pleasure rippled through her as their mouths crashed in to each other and they both did something they never had the nerve to do before.
The lack of breath caused Scorpius to pull away slightly, allowing the packed boxes of reason to be relocated to a place where they are of use at a snail's place. The full realization of what just happened hit her and left her somewhat flabbergasted.
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
Scorpius saw Roses eyes widen in shock and surprise, almost comically. He didn't understand why she couldn't accept what had just transpired between them. There was a twinge of hurt that he refused acknowledge.
Rose stepped out of his embrace. She turned around and walked towards the staircase leading up to her dormitory. This wasn't supposed to happen. This could either have two endings, in her mind. The first would be where their families would react in the worst way possible, forbidding them to see each other, thus adding fuel to the fire and deepening their rivalry. The second ending, however, as she thought of it, made her feel mushy-mushy and gooey-gooey. She knew there was a stupid grin on her face.
It was only when she tripped on the invisible, last step on the staircase did she come back to reality. Gathering herself, she stood on the last step and turned around to see Scorpius standing in the same, exact position as she had left him in.
In that moment, she gave herself the liberty to look at him properly. She began from his feet, clad in expensive leather shoes. Typical Malfoy, she thought. Moving on, her eyes settled on his lean hips and the form fitting trousers he was wearing. Then came into view his broad shoulders and chest against which she had been cradled not more than a minute ago. The fire had died; the light of the setting sun illuminated the room, striking his cheekbones and jaw line in a way that made him look angelic. But when she looked at his face, his intense eyes darkened with the storm of emotions crashing, she couldn't help but inhale and exhale deeply.
Scorpius wasn't perfect in every way and she knew it. He had a slight sprinkling of acne on his forehead where his blonde hair, sometimes slightly rough, flopped. But that's what she liked about him. She didn't live in a fairy-tale world where a flawless, charmingly handsome prince came to her rescue. This was the real world; flawed.
All her thinking stopped when she saw something in his eyes change.
Without a second thought, she rushed down the staircase, two steps at a time, into his arms and without sparing another second, she…
One step closer
…kissed him with all the energy, all the fervor, all the breath she had. It made her content when he responded with equal, if not more, passion. He smiled slightly and continued exploring her mouth, his hand resting on the nape of her neck, guiding her face as he wanted to. Scorpius lips were gentle, soft, but somehow managed to be hungry at the same time. His lips ate at hers like he had been yearning to taste her for ages and now that he had, he wasn't going to let go off her. The other hand resting on her petite waist was rubbing circles, causing a slight clenching in her lower stomach.
His hand slid downwards from her neck to her shoulders, the outline of her breasts, her stomach, her waist and then her thighs. He stroked her thighs before picking her up and hitching her legs around his waist.
Lack of breath caused him to stop kissing her lips and go on to her throat and jaw. He nipped along her jaw line, soothing each nip with a sinful lick of his tongue while backing her into the nearest wall. Moaning, Rose arched into him, her chest pressed intimately against his.
The sun was beginning to set, the vermillion rays of the great orb of fire darkened to a velvety shade of midnight blue. The reducing light made it difficult for them to see each other but they felt, sensed each other's presence and that was enough. Soon, the only light that entered the room was that of the moon.
Author's Note: I sincerely thank everyone of you who read my first attempt at writing a ScoRose fic. I'm open to constructive criticism, questions, reviews and suggestions! :)