This going to be a short one, maybe three or four chapters, not sure. Depends on what Scorpius has in mind. He kept on bugging me to write some smutty story, so beware if you're not up for it. If you do enjoy.
I have no Beta so forgive my grammar and spelling issues.
~Chapter One.~
It was one of those first warm days in spring, sending everyone out to the grounds. Hogwarts castle seemed deserted, anyone who had time sat outside.
So was Rose Weasley, Ravenclaw by nature and heart, book smart, intelligent and to her dismay very pretty with good curves. She hid those quite successfully, she wore loose robes and many layers, at least to her she did. She and her gang of girls ventured out when they couldn't resist the sun shining through the stained glasses in Ravenclaw tower. Daisy Chang, Violet Perriwinkle and Rose, mockingly called the flowersquad. How in Merlin names their parents came up with those baffled Rose even her cousin Lily suffered the same fate, she was two years below them in Ravenclaw. Violet saw the sun shining in and suggested they could also take their little book class outside, the other two girls agreed breezily.
The three girls made their way outside chatting animatedly as they traipsed through ancient corridors of the castle. The large stone walls creaked, portraits watched them go by, innocent and uppity. The portraits agreed this is how it should be innocent youth and what not.
Sitting outside in the sun made Rose realise she was really wearing to many layers, she slid her woollen sweater over her head when no one outside their little group was watching, she loosened her tie and pulled her robes back over her legs, she rested her head against the tree behind her watching the nature around her awaken with every ray of light the sun send their way. It made her feel solemn watching her friends sitting beside her, a few other groups were scattered on the grounds, couples walked by holding hands.
"Oh, look at them!" Daisy scoffed, motioning to a couple who were shamelessly snogging a few trees separated from them.
Rose watched them, their tongues entangled, swapping saliva like bacteria's didn't exist. The boy got more and more heated as the kiss went on, he even dared to let his hand rest on the girls breast. The girl didn't seem to mind that he did as she leaned into him, her hand resting on his upper leg. His other hand entangled in her hair. Rose couldn't peel her eyes from them, she feigned being asleep, feeling quite warm, something tingled in her nether regions, she felt turned on by watching the couple entangle their tongues, long fluid strokes, Rose imagined all sort watching them. She never snogged a bloke, she was in her seventh year, she craved knowing what it felt like.
Violet and Daisy, turned around, becoming more engrossed with their books, discussing the content vehemently. They opted for one of Rose's Muggle writers, Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. It was Rose favourite book she liked Elizabeth's wit and imagined Mr. Darcy was more than handsome.
Suddenly a quaffle landed in their midst, disturbing the peaceful moment that engulfed the young ladies, as they presumably where amongst each other.
"Oi, flowerpots! Do us a favour and throw us the quaffle!" A voice boomed from above them. Rose peered up, holding her hand above her head as she had to look against the sun. Rose huffed totally irked by whoever hovered above them: Malfoy! Who else than that jock. "You have to come down from your mighty broom when you want it back!" Rose drawled. She had no intention whatsoever on being an inch forthcoming with that git. He treated the castle and its grounds as his personal playground, would he never grow up?!
"Ah, don't mind me if I do!" He grinned. He stood up on his broom as he came lower, hopping of a foot above ground. "Sorry for interrupting your serious work! My sweet bunch o' flowers!" He snickered as he caught a glimpse of their copies of the same book. "I hope your Mr. Dracy will soon swing by and sweep you of your pretty feet." He stalked over, retrieving his quaffle, which landed just beside Rose. She didn't move an inch. Scorpius leaned over her, trying to get hold of their games equipment. Knocking against her knees, opening her robes, her skirt had ridden up and her shirt showed cleavage, he caught more flesh than she ever showed before. The girl had very nice long creamy legs and a very good set of tits, at least as far as his judgement went.
"Oi, git, get off me!" Rose squealed as he leaned on her leg to get the quaffle. Rose face turned crimson with anger, what did he think he was doing? Invading her personal space like that."You oaf, you stoop low trying to grope anything female you can get your hands on!" Rose ranted on as Scorpius reached for the quaffle leaning closer still.
"What?!" Scorpius angrily retorted the angry vixen. "You'd better shut that pretty mouth before I feel compelled to do so, you dry prune! As if I need to get your attention like this!" He angrily peered in her green emeralds. His nostrils flared up as he leaned his arm against the tree, steadying himself before he really fell into her lap, which he wouldn't mind one bit should it happen. But a screaming Weasley was enough to put him off, she could turn in to a right banshee, he witnessed that occurrence once to many.
"You, pompous git! As if every female in the castle would drop her knickers for you when you ask them too!" Which every girl would gladly do, Rose knew that, maybe she'd do it if he asked her nicely, but she had a standing to uphold.
"Don't go there flowerpot!" He dared her. His hand still on her thigh, which was more than fine, it was firm but slender, sending sparks to his fingers. He had the quaffle lodged under his armpit, he stepped back, got his broom which still hovered beside him, he stepped over the broom handle and pushed heavenwards. He grumbled under his breath, scoffing at himself for landing into such a predicament. The self righteous uppity missy, what did she think. She did have nice thighs, he'd give an arm to be lodged between them, she smelled nice and she gave as good as she got. He smirked thinking about her as he returned to his peers.
"Can you believe the nerve of that boy! He leaves no chance to feel up girls!" Rose thundered on. Looking at her gob smacked audience, they nodded their head in unison, yes they agreed, he left no opportunity. Rose pulled her robes around her exposed flesh, grabbed her books and looked at her friends, telling them in now ords they should pack their stuff and follow her, which they did.
Boy Rose got lucky, Violet and Daisy mused, Scorpius Malfoy of all handsome boys out there, topping their list, he felt up Rose, ouch they wanted to be her right now, which they kept to themselves, an angry Rose wasn't a pretty sight.
Rose's thigh kept on tingling, Scorpius fingers still ghosted her flesh. Her knickers were wet thinking of him, he came close, very much so, hell she dreamed naughty things about him, she'd never admit to it, no siree... But still he smelt nice, his lean muscled physique made her feel hot and bothered.
Rose and her squad returned to their tower stealthily, as Scorpius and his gang inhabited the main entrance, joking about their afternoon spent on brooms, recapping who won and scored, the level of testosterone shooting up as the boys bantered. Rose tried to duck behind a pilar, to no avail, he caught her with his eyes, following her as she tried to sneak away. His gaze darkened with something, her heart sped up, she felt skittish. Those eyes meant something dark an broody she was sure of that. He licked his lips, not averting his gaze, but kept on laughing and joking with his snakes.
Rose cheeks flushed, feeling his eyes penetrating hers, it was full of promise. As she rounded the corner the blokes broke out in laughter, she was sure Scorpius cracked a joke on her behalf. Her anger level jumped up, making her run to her dorm, tears brimming in her eyes, how dare he! Rose crawled atop her bed, her friends knew they had to leave her to her wallow in her misery. They knew she secretly liked Scorpius, they'd never would let her know they knew, her stubbornness would be her downfall one day. She stayed there until it was time for diner, she washed her face, righted her robes, donned her sweater, found her friends and went down to the great hall, promising herself Scorpius wouldn't get the better of her. She failed immensely as she sat down at her table, feeling grey eyes on her, she kept her head down, facing her plate, the food appeared and she plated up, pricking at the baked potato and beef stew.
"What are you glaring at mate!?" Claude Zabini asked Scorpius tentatively.
"Weaslebee!" Scorpius retorted smirkingly without breaking his glance. He went on eating his food.
"You never showed interest in her, what's changed?" Zabini snickered, he caught the girls face reddening the longer his partner in crime looked over at the other table.
"Yeah, what's up with that Scor!" Martin Nott observed, following his friends gaze over to the other table. The trio were comrades since kindergarten or even before that but their memories served them as early as when they were three years old. Their parents were also a close knit group. "You're not into bookworms!"
"Yeah I know, but have you two given her a good look, the girl is a positive knock out!" He kept on staring at the girl. "Her creamy thighs were what made me drop the quaffle in the first place!"
Earlier that afternoon:
"Okay, yeah over here Nott!" Scorpius yelled, he and his mates were high above the ground playing quidditch. They did this a lot, it never bothered anyone, they knew how to play without causing trouble, they should have been over at the pitch, but Gryffindor reserved the time to get some practise in.
Scorpius zoomed over to the goal with his quaffle when suddenly, something shifted in the periphery of his vision. A very creamy thigh and some cleavage, 'd fuck?! Weaslette? Looking dishy as hell without realising Scorpius dropped the quaffle as he was completely awestruck. As soon as he realised his mistake he dived down spiralling towards the quaffle and a very hot looking girl. "Oi, flowerpots!" It escaped his mouth before he knew it had. It was the nickname he and his. Mates came up with. Mistake number one...
Then she said something in the lines of him getting down to get the quaffle. Oh he wouldn't mind it one bit, he saw what she looked like from above, her thighs firmly imprinted in his brain, when he came down he rather clumsily leaned over her, placing his hand on her thigh, Mistake number two... The girl started to yell something around the lines of him being mingy. She smelled and looked so good up close an personal. Damn, why had he never noticed that this one was such a turn on. Yes he knew why, she covered herself, smart girl, bit not smart enough as it seemed, she successfully attracted his attention. He left before she could land a punch on his nose, that would have been most unfortunate thing if she had, he valued the prominent feature on his face.
"I thought that was odd to begin with!" Nott grinned his whites bare. Scorpius never dropped a thing in his life. Him dropping it and zooming down to retrieve it and getting into a pickle with Red astounded him, but now he knew, Scorpius couldn't look past female glory. "So what's the plan, mate?" He informed, eating turkey from its bone.
"Well she practically accused me off shagging every girl in the castle as like you know is not the case, maybe half but not every girl inside the castle had the good fortune to be worked over by me, you took care of that yourselves." She accused me further on being vile, which I can definitely be if she wants to. Scorpius smiled slyly, he made the girl feel thoroughly uncomfortable that much was apparent.
"Rose?" Violet whispered, trying to be careful about it.
"Yes, Violet?" Rose looked at her friend.
"Scorpius is watching you!" Daisy uttered.
"Tell me something I don't know!" Rose rolled her eyes, she could be so dumb sometimes, even for a Ravenclaw.
"Well? Whatcha gonna do about it?" Daisy tried to sound a bit streetwise, failing miserably because she was such a nerd.
"Nothing, see if I care!" Rose huffed with indignation. 'Stupid, but beautiful git!' She mused in her head, how dare he make fun of her like this. Rose insecurities increasingly got the better off her as Scorpius kept on staring at her his gaze didn't falter. Okay right he won, Rose contemplated as she left before dessert appeared on the table. Rose all but fled the Great Hall, towards her sanctuary, a small niche in the library, she sat at the table which faced a small stained glass window, her back towards the book shelves. She took her notes from her satchel and opened a book she kept in the top shelf, she started to translate old runes, she was deeply engrossed with her decryption.
"So, thats where you hide when embarrassed huh?!" Scorpius whispered to the delicious red head.
"Fuck of you git, go and shag a girl in a broom closet for all I care!" Rose hissed.
"Language, puppet, language!" Scorpius stood behind her chair now, leaning over her trying to see what she was up to.
"Please go, you had your fun in the Great Hall, now kindly shove off!" Rose felt anger rise up in her belly and something else as she felt his breath tickle her skin.
"Are you sure baby?" Scorpius drawled, tracing her shoulder with his finger. Slowly rubbing a circle on her deltoid.
"_Yes of course I'm sure!" Her voice croaked, which infuriated her even more, 'great' now her vocal chords let her down as well. "N..n..now let go of my arm you insolent pig!" Rose shrugged her shoulder, making him grip it now. "No ones here to witness your bullying so, let off!" Rose finally turned her head towards him, his yes turned a funny darker colour.
"Tsss, I don't need an audience for what I want to do to you!" His voice husky, he moved his upper body closer to hers. Leaning closer still, "You know what you want, I can smell you do!..." He bit his lower lip, contemplating what he'd wanted to do to her, he couldn't decide what he wanted more, kneading those luscious breasts or bite her lower lip.
Rose breath hitched as indeed her puss reacted to his vile words, sod that!
Scorpius only breathed against her skin, he intended on making it as uncomfortable for her as it could be, she had it coming, shouting at him for touching her inappropriately, when in fact he really didn't mean to, but now, breathing down her neck, being so close, her heath brushing against him, he wasn't so sure about himself. Something strange went on in his stomach, he felt bile coming up in his throat. The girl seemed terrified of him, which made him sad. He backed off, turned on his heel and walked away.
Rose was sure, he'd grope her, but he retreated, leaving her suddenly. Rose took a deep breath, she felt like this was a narrow escape. From what exactly? Something she secretly craved, wanted. Scorpius Malfoy was within her grasp and all she could think off was hex his balls. His breath on her lobe, his fingers on her arm, made her want him badly, she never wanted anything more than him.
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