A/N: I have a full plot/story set out for this Rose/Scorpius FanFiction. Do you want me to continue? Reviews welcome as I don't want to waste my time writing this if all you discerning readers feel it is a lemon.
It was five years ago to the day that Rose Weasley was taken from the Edge of the Black Lake. He remembers it like it was yesterday. The clouds had been black, a storm imminent - she was smiling and laughing with her Ravenclaw friends.
He was walking towards her with her favourite cousin and his best Slytherin mate, Albus Potter - she smiled and waved at them when she spotted them. Scorpius felt his heart beat a little faster as he took the opportunity to observe her as she smiled at him. They were now at the beginning of their third year at Hogwarts and puberty had well and truly started taking over their young bodies.
Both Albus and Scorpius had grown several inches over the year and were constantly measuring and comparing their heights in friendly rivalry. Their voices also had lost that childishness tone and were deepening from young boys to young men.
Scorpius was pleased that he was slightly taller and his voice deeper than Albus, but Albus had the dark smoldering looks that made girls swoon over him. Not that Scorpius lacked any attention with his platinum hair that fell across his grey eyes sexily, his broad shoulders and body starting to become more muscular – this gained plenty of fluttering eyelashes and flirty smiles.
But for Scorpius there was only one girl – and her name was Rose Weasley. He had noticed that over the years she was going from very pretty to full blown gorgeous. Her shining red hair was no longer tangled and bushy but fell in beautiful waves just past her shoulders, her full pouty red lips, gentle swishing hips and already quite full breasts (he always took the time to observe how she had changed and regularly took bets with his other Slytherin mates – on what her bra, and more importantly cup size, was). Then he had to "convince" (pay 10 galleons no less!) to Albus to sneak into her room at her home and give the results. He was a little ashamed to do this as he considered her a very good friend but he was a normal hormonally driven (Slytherin) boy – what's a guy to do!
The now very tall eighteen year old Scorpius stood and frowned as he looked out at that lake. The clouds were again dark just like that day. He closed his eyes and wished he never had those images burnt into his memory.
She had just lowered her hand when a shadowy cloud appeared from the sky and they all looked up startled as it descended closer. Bit by bit it took form they stared stunned at the large dark leathery wings that spread wide from its back - it was a tall young man with dark hair and eyes. He was naked except for the black cloth about his waist. His face was impossibly beautiful but his expression told a difference story - malevolent, evil… lusting. Fear struck them all immoveable no one daring to move not understanding who, or what, the hell he was. Then just as swiftly as he appeared he lunged and seized… Rose.
Her mouth opened, blue eyes wide, but no sound came as she tried to scream. Scorpius was the first to react – pulling his wand shooting as many spells as he could, racing down the hill towards the thing that had Rose in its arms. It sneered evilly at him "I don't think so boy" it hissed and with one gigantic flap of its wings it launched into the sky taking Rose with him. Only seconds had passed… she was gone. The first sound he heard was screaming… it was his own as he fell to his knees, screaming until he burst his vocal chords and blood spewed from his mouth.
They searched for weeks, months – but nothing. No one knew who or what the man was. Hagrid spent months in the Black Forrest looking and asking but still - nothing.
Scorpius exhausted every library looking for some clue in the ancient books and scrolls. Even on his summer holidays in Rome, France and throughout the European Continent he would go to any and all libraries to search. His parents never asked why and even if they did he wouldn't tell them.
Why did he do it…? He had asked himself a thousand times. He had even tried a couple of relationships hoping that fucking some other girl would appease the ache, but eventually he would moan her name and his relationship would end.
He couldn't let her go – he just knew deep in his bones that she was destined for him and him alone. But something had smashed into their destiny and ripped it apart… and he hated it. Fury clenched his jaw as he stood looking darkly at the lake, wanting to tear something apart - as it had done to him.
He just knew she wasn't dead and would wake up sweating from dreams about her trying to reach for him while he was asleep. Professor Trelawney had declared numerous times she could feel Roses life-force wasn't gone, but as the years went by they all gave up hope. Anger always smoldered beneath the cool exterior – no one dared speak her name around him, not even in fond remembrance.
Robert Goyle was the last person to mention her name – out of jealousy and trying to provoke Scorpius, he had (very stupidly) mentioned how "tragic" that there was one less Weasley in the world and how we wouldn't have missed her, "…as I understand she was a train smash to look…." He didn't even finish his sentence and Scorpius was on top of him not using his wand but preferring to use his fists too feel Goyles nose smash, blood spray, skin split and bones break.
It took four big guys to pull him off. Robert Goyle spent three months in St Mungos having to undergo reconstructive surgery for his shattered face, ruptured spleen and broken ribs.
Scorpius was suspended from Hogwarts but not expelled - only due to his exemplary grades and (until that day) his untarnished record.
He stood clenching and unclenching his fists, white with rage "You fucking bastard!" he screamed punching into space at the black clouds as heavy drops of rain splattered on and around him. "Fuck you to hell!" He railed, he cursed every curse and he rent his soul to shreds until he had nothing left… exhausted and spent.
Albus knew where Scorpius had gone and he stood on the parapet looking down at the lone figure tears streaming down his face – pain lacing his own heart as he too remembered.
Some time later Albus was sitting alone in the Slytherin Common Room his long frame hunched in the oversized dark green armchair the crackling fire reflected in his green eyes – the room was deserted. His peers all seemed to know and made sure they were absent.
He heard movement in the room and didn't bother to see who it was, he knew who it was. A drenched and tired Scorpius collapsed into the chair opposite his best mate – not looking at him and stared into the fire.
Minutes ticked by neither of them speaking. Scorpius broke the silence first "I see her everywhere Al" he whispered "The fire…same colour as her hair…, your cousins eyes... the same as hers. I hear laughter and I think it's her… in my dreams…everywhere…."
Albus slowly looked up, looking serious and far older than his eighteen years "I don't care what they all say – she's not dead." Scorpius visibly flinched. The two of them had remained unwavering in their belief she was not gone "I am not fucked up like my family thinks – I swear she comes to me sometimes in my sleep but I can't fucking find her…" Albus stopped clenching his jaw too emotional to continue.
Scorpius didn't respond - there was nothing to say, Al knew Scorpius shared the same type of dreams but nobody seemed to give a shit. They were best mates and a formidable force, Albus dark and brooding and Scorpius cool and hard as stone - no-one dared to provoke them…ever. Not even the brave Gryffindors and for the first time in many years the Slytherin team was the top of the Quidditch table, due mainly to the unbreakable force of Slytherin Captain, Albus Potter, and equally unbreakable and driven Seeker, Scorpius Malfoy. Quidditch was the ideal sport for them to "express" their frustration and anger.
It was early hours of the morning when a large commotion in the Common Room woke both boys from their restless sleep. Albus groaned deeply from his bed "Hey - shut up down there!" he shouted. The noise didn't abate and Albus yelled again "Oi dickheads! - will you shut the fuck up!"
He heard Scorpius's voice croak from the bed next to his "Hey neighbour will you shut the fuck up too."
Albus smirked and looked at his watch on the table beside his bed – 7:34am. Time to get up – if he hurried he would be able to beat Scorpius to the shower. He very slowly and quietly rolled over and slipped out of his bed, creeping his way quietly to the bathroom, it was always a race – they both had a competitive nature. He got to the bathroom door – it was locked… Scorpius had beaten him. Albus banged on the door "Wanker!" and was greeted with "You snooze you lose Potter." from the other side. Albus flopped back into bed and drifted off letting sleep take him over again.
A few minutes later he was rudely shaken awake by one of his Slytherin peers, Steven Zabini; – a stocky medium height boy blessed with mothers Italian good looks.
"Al…, Al! Albus wake up! There's a rumor going around that your cousin Rose Weasley was found outside the front door of Hogwarts this morning!" He shouted.
Albus's eyes flew open – he was instantly alert. "This had better not be a joke Zabini or you are fucking dead." Albus could feel his heart thumping.
The bathroom door banged open and Scorpius, still wet with only towel around his waist, strode over to Zabini and grabbed him by his shirt, hoisting him up to his height, only centimeters from his face. "Where is she?" he demanded. Albus was standing next to Scorpius looking serious and deadly.
"Some Gryffindor fourth year found her – and well, you know, news travels fast around here…" Scorpius dropped Zabini and grabbed some clothes throwing them on as he and Albus ran for the School Hospital wing.
They attracted quite a few stares and whispers as Albus was dressed only in his jeans, no shirt or shoes with his trademark Potter hair sticking out at all angles and Scorpius also had no shoes but only his school trousers – he did, however, have his school shirt on but it was completely open and unbuttoned as the two boys ran through the corridors of Hogwarts.
They reached the Hospital Wing and they both knew instantly it must be something to do with Rose when they saw a very emotional Ron and Hermione Weasley with their son Hugo talking to a very old and frail looking Head Mistress McGonagall and the robust figure of Nurse Carlisle.
Albus ran straight up to the group whilst Scorpius hung back from them struggling to gain his usual Malfoy composure.
"Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione – Rose…is it true, is she….?" Albus's voice cracked he couldn't speak. Hermione gave a little cry and ran over to wrap her arms around her nephew "Yes Albus – she's fine."
Scorpius sagged against the wall feeling completely overwhelmed and emotional. He stayed in the shadows, he knew Rose's father never really accepted his friendship towards Rose and he was intuitive enough to know to stay out of their way at such an important time. He guessed that Ron Weasley had a fathers (and male) instinct and he just knew that Scorpius thought of Rose as more than a friend and he was trying to protect her from being "corrupted" by a Malfoy.
He watched as the rest of the Weasley and Potter clan started to arrive. He tried to pick up pieces of conversation but he knew that his presence would soon be noticed and so he quietly slipped away to return to his dormitory room.
He lay on his bed for a long time thinking and analyzing like only a Malfoy can do – Where has she been? What has happened to her? Would she remember me? Would she like me? How has she changed? The questions and possible answers pounded in his head which ultimately grew into a dull headache.
This gave him an idea – he got up from his bed and dressed himself properly. He ran his hands roughly through his usually impeccable hair and made sure he was looking disheveled – the opposite to his usual immaculate self. He then opened his large cedar trunk and took out the "Raging Temperature" potion that he had purchased off the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes store some time ago (only because Albus wouldn't shut up about it), and with a small sly smile (secretly thanking Al) he drank the potion and headed for the Hospital Wing – he wasn't a cunning Slytherin for nothing.
As he reached the Hospital Wing he could already feel the affects of the potion – his cheek bones were flushed and there was a light sweat breaking out on his body. Nurse Carlisle wasn't there – no doubt checking on Rose – so he sat down in the small reception area and waited.
Only minutes went by when the stout, bustling figure of Nurse Carlisle emerged from the door to the main Hospital Wing.
She gave him a matronish look over her spectacles "What is your name, house and explain – briefly - what your symptoms are?" she said in a no-nonsense tone.
"Scorpius Malfoy, Slytherin…. I-I think I have a temperature and I have got a killer headache." He grimaced appropriately and raised a hand to gently massage his temple.
Nurse Carlisle came over and placed her hand on his forehead "Hmmm – yes you do definitely have a fever." She regarded him intently and after further checking his pulse, looking down his throat getting him to breath in – breath out she finished "I will give you a potion to reduce your fever and take care of your headache – go back to your dormitory and rest for the remainder of the day. I will let your House Master know you are unwell and will not be attending classes today." She bustled over to her desk and started to write something down on a piece of parchment.
This was not what Scorpius wanted – he wanted to get through that bloody door to see Rose. Shit! Looks like I will have to go for plan "B" thought Scorpius. Being a Malfoy he had already planned well ahead for this possibility.
He stood up and then, not too dramatically, gripped the back of the chair, wobbling slightly "Nurse Carlisle…Nurse Carlisle…I feel kinda faint…I think I might need to lie down…" he trailed off weakly swaying slightly Whoa Malfoy good acting! He thought to himself.
She reacted immediately he knew she did not want a six foot two young man fainting on her!
"Quickly come through and lie down!" she ordered holding the door open to the main wing, motioning him to come through and pointed to an empty bed.
He duly collapsed on the bed groaning deeply for effect, closing his eyes.
She gave a large, slightly annoyed, sigh and said "Well you might as well stay here until you feel better." She went on "I have some urgent business I need to discuss with the Head Mistress so please do not move off this bed until you are certain you are not going to faint." Scorpius kept his eyes closed and nodded his head "Yes Ma'am." He heard her footsteps retreat and after several minutes, and he was sure it was safe, he sat up on the bed and surveyed around him.
The room was empty What luck! he smiled to himself and in the far corner he could see there was obviously a bed occupied but the curtains were drawn around. He wondered why there were no family members around but guessed they were probably sorting things out with the Ministry and the School as no doubt a full blown investigation would be underway.
He slipped off of the bed and quietly made his way over the curtain. His heart was hammering in his chest and he was sure if anybody was nearby they would hear it. He reached the curtain, he licked his lips in nervousness and wiped his hand across his brow - he was still sweating slightly from the "Raging Temperature" potion he had taken... or was it nerves – both probably, he thought.
Reaching out he parted the curtain and peeked inside. His heart lurched in his chest as his gaze fell upon the sleeping figure of Rose. Her face was turned towards him and she was more beautiful and lovelier than he ever remembered – she was now an eighteen year old goddess. He felt the heat stir in his loins and he could feel his heart racing as his body reacted to her.
He slipped through the curtains and moved to the side of her bed. He scrutinized what he could see of her face and body – she was incredible fair and there was absolutely no sign of the trademark Weasley freckles. Obviously there was no sun where she had been. She seemed a little thin but not emaciated as her body was still full and curvaceous. Her hair was a shade or so darker than he remembered (no sun again he supposed) and impossibly long, reaching nearly down to her waist and still fell in waves down her back – he had so many questions and was lost deep in thought when suddenly she opened her deep blue eyes and looked directly at him.
He jumped a little as she seemed to be so deep in sleep and now here she was fully alert and looking intensely at him. Some emotion flickered briefly in her eyes – was it anger? He couldn't tell it was so fleeting. They regarded each other for some time he did not speak as he wanted to know if she would recognize him.
Her eyes narrowed slightly and she tilted her head sideways slightly as if measuring him up "Scorpius Malfoy" she said his name quietly and without emotion as if she was just remembering and confirming it to herself. He felt his heart drop a little at her cool manner.
"Rose Weasley" he replied with his trademark smirk. He felt far too emotional to venture saying any more to her but slowly reached out and very softly touched her hand with his fingers. She reacted immediately, snatching her hand away and hissed "Don't touch me!" at him, looking like she wanted to kill him on the spot. Scorpius felt like he had been physically hit and immediately took one step backwards.
At that moment he heard voices in the Waiting Room of the Hospital so he quickly turned giving one final glance at Rose who was still looking lethal and hurriedly made his way back to his hospital bed.
A/N: Well shall I continue? Review please.
PS: Just in case you were wondering there is no rape (I'm not into that kind of writing. Violence – yes / Rape - no). Roses reaction is due to other reasons – I don't want to spoil it just in case you want me to continue with this story.