Rose blew a wisp of curly red hair from her face, pushing away from the body that was holding her tightly. Cuddling was against the rules.
"Scorpius." She grumbled, rolling her eyes at the groan that rumbled from his chest. "You're not allowed to cuddle, let go," she insisted, finally breaking from his grasp and reaching up to put her mass of curls into a messy top knot. She grabbed around for a shirt, grasping his Quidditch jersey and tugging it over her head.
"Get up, you lazy arse. We have to go to breakfast." She was already out the door by the time he had stirred and she had to stifle a giggle as she heard his yelled response, "I get to keep you to myself later!" He always did, she mused as she walked into the bathroom they shared and hopped into the shower.
She walked back into their common room fully dressed half an hour later, and giggled at the very grumpy looking Scorpius. "What's up with you, handsome?" She teased, reaching up to tossle his very messy hair. He just grumbled and slapped her hand away, walking out of the portrait hole without a word. Rose skipped out of the common room, much to Scorpius' annoyance, and stepped into stride with him.
"What's wrong?" She prodded, smirking as he stepped away and she just stepped right back beside him. "Give me a break, Weasley," he replied icily, stopping the bouncy Rose Weasley in her tracks. He only added the ice into his voice when he was royally pissed off. And he had stopped calling her Weasley when they were alone. "What did I do, Scorpius?" she asked quietly, the confusion evident in her voice.
"I can't do this anymore, I can't handle not being able to kiss you and hug you whenever I please! I can't!"