Just a little Rose/Scorpius fic I was inspired to write while listening to 'Trip Like I Do' by The Crystal Method. I'm thinking of doing a series of oneshots based off of a song in a particular genre of music. This one is techno. Enjoy...
The techno music of the club pulsed through Rose's petit body. She felt someone place their hands on her hips to draw her close. She looked up into stormy gray eyes, grinning at the familiar face. The red head wound her hands into his silky platinum hair, causing their lips to crash down on one another's. Scorpius smiled, taking her hand and pulling her away from the mob centered on the dance floor of the Muggle club.
He led her to the bar and ordered drinks for them both. She smirked at his uncanny ability to remember everything about her, including her favorite Muggle cocktail.
He noticed the smirk and raised a questioning eyebrow. Rose glanced at him over the rim of her glass, attempting to immitate the same expression, but failing as she burst out in a fit of giggles. Steadying herself, she glanced back at Scorpius as he took a sip from his drink.
He took in her slightly dishevled appearance. Lengthy crimson locks pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, a tank top rumpled from her time on the dance floor, but what caught his attention and took his breath away were her eyes. He admired the hazel depths, luminous in the flashing lights of the club.
After taking another sip Rose cleared her throat, "So, what brings you to a Muggle establishment at," she paused, looking at the neon clock on the wall above the bar, "three A.M. this fine evening? Or morning rather."
Scorpius's lips curled into a smug smile, "You of course."
She smiled gently, taking his hand in her own.
"Did you come with friends?" She questioned, idly rubbing circles across the back of his hand with her thumb.
He nodded, "You?"
She nodded as well, "But they seem to have disappeared. They were with me on the dance floor for a bit, but after a while I lost track of them."
"Rosie," Scorpius whispered it with such passion she felt her chest tighten, "I can't stand this whole 'No strings' relationship. I want… I don't know."
She let go of his hand, looking at him with an accusing face, "You're the one who suggested it in the first place. 'Friends with benefits,' remember. Urg, figure out what you want Malfoy."
He winced at the cold use of his surname. Rose immediately regretted her words and laced her fingers with his.
"I'm sorry," She whispered, bending so she could rest her forehead on his.
He shook his head, "No I'm sorry. I shouldn't push you into something you don't want."
"Scorpius Malfoy, you really think I don't want to be in a fully commited relationship with you?" Rose's voice was filled with anger, "That I don't want to hold your hand in public, or call you my boyfriend? If you think that, then you must be barking mad," Rose whispered, rage scrawled across her features.
Without skipping a beat Scorpius replied, "Then let me be your boyfriend."
Rose faltered, "Wha- what?" she splutterd.
"You said it yourself," he replied, "You want me to be your boyfriend, so I'll be your boyfriend."
"If that's what you want," He added hastily.
Several things went through Rose's mind at once; confusion, elation, uncertainty, fear, delight.
Pushing everything out of her mind, she focused on the man in front of her. His strong jaw, chisled nose, perfect lips, and stromy eyes. His hand in hers, warm and soft and comforting. And then she realized as the pulse of the music pounded in time to the beating of her heart, he was exactly what she wanted.
No, he was what she needed.
And you know what I need, feedback! So review my lovelies, review...