A/N: My first attempt at a Harry Potter story and first person fic so constructive criticism is welcome. =] I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own, JK Rowling does. Duh.

-Rose-

I woke up, my head resting on a pale, muscular chest. I looked up and saw that he had his eyes closed. I could tell he was awake though, he wasn't quite as relaxed as the mornings when I woke up before him. It was a regular occurrence for us to end up in each other's beds. It had started during our seventh year of Hogwarts. He was best friends with my cousin Albus and they were both in Slytherin together, I was in Gryffindor and Scorpius and I had never really gotten along. He is arrogant, intelligent, extremely attractive and a complete man whore. Somehow he still managed to get head boy. I used to find him extremely grating but now, not so much.

In our seventh year, Slytherin beat Ravenclaw in a semi-final quidditch match and they threw a party in their common room. I went to celebrate with Albus who was seeker for the Slytherin team. The party was loud and crowded and I was greeted at every turn. This was what I loved about school, not the classes or the quidditch, but the parties. They were usually out of control and provided a lot of gossip for the following week. The teachers tended to turn a blind eye, knowing that there was no way of really stopping us.

I found Albus and we proceeded to get extremely drunk. I can't remember much from the night but I remember Scorpius coming over and arguing with him. It wasn't long before Albus got fed up and left us to it. It was strange, we argued all the time but this time, probably because of the alcohol, it was different. There was a more playful tone to our jabs.

Unexpectedly, Scorpius had taken my hand and quickly pulled me after him, checking over his shoulder every now and then. He opened his dorm room and led me in. He turned around to me and kissed me with such passion, I fell back a few steps. I'd heard it before but he was definitely a good kisser. We battled fiercely and all but ripped each other's clothes straight off. I slept with him for the first time that night. When we were finished he turned to me and said "We've been heading this way for a while."

I smirked at him, kissed him one more time before collecting my clothes and leaving his room. Now, I was no virgin and Scorpius knew this. I had expected it to be just a one night stand but it seemed he felt similarly to me and agreed that one night was definitely not enough. We became unofficial fuck buddies. We had been that for almost three years now and no one knew.

We had both dated other people but it never amounted to anything. He was training to become an auror, a fact that made me roll my eyes more often than not. My parents had wanted me to pursue a career like an auror or another job in the ministry, something like them.

It had been a long time since me and my parents had spoken. I had been a complete daddy's girl until the summer before my sixth year when my parents and I got into a huge fight. They were angry because I wasn't living up to their expectations and I was angry that they didn't see how our expectations of me were completely different. It was more my mother, but my dad didn't contradict her either. I had stayed with Albus the summer before seventh year, only seeing my parents briefly at a couple of family events and after I left Hogwarts I got a job and supported myself. I still haven't figured out exactly what I want to do, but I know I will eventually.

"Scorp, it's Christmas, you need to go home." I told him. It had been quite a while before we even stopped calling each other by our surnames but we did eventually.

"Mmmmnhhh." He replied.

"Come on." I shoved him as I sat up. "I want this day to end as quickly as possible."

He started rubbing circles on my lower back with his finger. "It won't be that bad." He assured me, his voice husky from sleep.

"Oh yeah? How about when my mum starts asking what I plan to do with my life and I have no answer for her?" I replied getting agitated.

"Just think about what we did last night and you won't even remember where you are." He kissed up my back hotly before paying extra attention to a spot on my neck that he knew would drive me crazy. I sank back into him and before I knew it we were an hour late.

As was tradition, Christmas was at the Burrow. It was the only reason I couldn't get out of it. If it had been at home I wouldn't be expected to show up but because it was at my Nan and Grandad's, I had no way of getting out of it. Scorpius had been invited because he was Al's best friend and because his parents had gone away this Christmas. I absolutely hated going to family gatherings, especially now. All my cousins were successfully pursuing their dream careers and here I am, twenty years old and working as a barmaid with absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life, disappointing my parents at every turn.

When I was finally dressed I apparated to the Burrow where I could see my family gathered together inside. I knocked lightly on the door and pushed it open. Nan barrelled towards me, tossing off her oven gloves and wrapping me in a hug.

"Rosie!" I grimaced at the nickname. "You're looking too thin; you are feeding yourself aren't you?" She didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "Everyone's here already, we were just ready for you to start with the presents." She smiled.

I walked into the living room and noticed my mother's judgemental glare at my late arrival. Everyone began exchanging gifts. I waved my wand and the presents flew out of my bag. I knew that in the flurry of activity people wouldn't notice where the presents were going and no one would see presents from me landing by each of my parents. I never signed the presents and I don't know if they ever guessed they were from me.

I mostly got useless trinkets or bath products from my cousins; I got the usual Weasley jumper and baked goods from my Nan and cheque casually slipped into a card from Ginny and Harry who were my godparents, and my Uncle George and Uncle Bill. I obviously never told them that I was struggling to pay the bills or my rent on my low wage but it wouldn't take much to guess. Every so often I would find that my rent or something had been paid that month. I suspected that it was Scorpius but I would never ask him as that would add something different to our relationship. Either it would mean that he cares about me or it would make me feel like a whore.

After the presents were opened, we all sat down to dinner. Somehow I ended up opposite my parents and with Scorpius next to me. I spent most of the dinner looking down at my plate, inspecting it with an ardent curiosity.

"So." My mother spoke up. "Figured out what you want to do yet?"

I knew she was speaking to me and I could feel her gaze on me. She had presented the question as merely curious but I knew it was more than that. Over the last few years she had never spared any criticism.

Scorpius' hand went to my leg and he rubbed it in a soothing motion.

"Mione." My dad protested. "Not now, okay?"

My mother nodded and seemed satisfied enough with my lack of an answer. She already knew the answer before she asked the question. My mother and I had never really gotten along. Mostly because everyone, even her, expected me to be exactly like her and I wasn't. I even started to resent her for what I wasn't and couldn't be. I was smart but not as smart as her. I got into trouble all the time when I was at Hogwarts, I didn't particularly care for rules or my grades and I didn't make prefect. I did get quidditch captain though. Unfortunately, the one thing I would have been able to make at least one of my parents proud with, I never got the chance to share with him. I think I saw my dad at the quidditch final when we beat Slytherin though.

After dinner everyone separated into groups and I took the chance to get some air. I stepped outside and sat down on the steps. I heard the door open again but I didn't look around so I was surprised when I realised that it was my dad. He sat down next to me and held out an envelope for me to take. I looked at it scornfully.

"I don't need charity."

"I'm your dad, it's not charity." He said simply.

"I'm fine." I told him defiantly.

"Then use it for something fun. Take it Rosie, it's a Christmas present." He insisted. I caved in and took the envelope, putting it in my pocket. My dad was the only person who was allowed to call me Rosie. We sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"The Canons are having a good season." I spoke.

My dad laughed and I smiled. "Yeah we've actually won a couple of games this year." He smirked.

"You might actually make it out of relegation."

"We can only hope."

We fell into silence again but it was less awkward this time.

"I miss you Rosie." My dad spoke and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"I miss you too." I answered, swallowing the lump in my throat. I would never admit it but there were still nights when I would get so homesick that I would just let it consume me but my stubbornness stopped me from ever visiting.

The door opened again and the footsteps stopped on the top step.

"Ron." My mother's voice interrupted. She sounded supremely pissed off. They'd probably agreed to present a united front or some shit.

"I'm talking to my daughter, Hermione." He spoke firmly.

My mother huffed at him. "We're not talking to her until she comes to her senses."

"It's been almost four years. I'm not losing her over this. It's her life! She gets to choose what she does with it." He stood up to face my mum

"We're her parents, Ronald. We can't just stand by and watch as she messes up her life."

"She's 20 years old and doesn't know what she wants to do yet. She just needs time to figure it out. There's not point pushing her into a job she'll be miserable in." He was shouting now. "You didn't know what you wanted to do straight away either!"

"At least I had decent Newts and had options."

"My owls were bad but I got 4 exceeds expectations and one outstanding for my newts." I defended myself. It was less than my mother but it definitely wasn't bad. She looked slightly taken aback for a moment. I assumed someone had told them my scores but I guess they hadn't. "I worked my arse off for my newts and when I find what I want to do then I will work hard at that too." I spoke calmly, trying not to lose my temper. I'd had quite a problem with that before but was trying to move past it.

"How long do think it'll be until you figure that out? Will you just keep working as a barmaid until a bright idea strikes you and then go off on a whim?"

"It won't be a whim. I don't know what it is yet but I feel like there is something I'm meant to do."

She scoffed and I lost my temper.

"I thought that you might understand but clearly you don't give a shit about what I want. You just don't want such a disappointment for a daughter. You'd rather me sitting behind a desk bored out of my skull for the rest of my life."

"If you don't want to work behind a desk there are other options, like becoming an auror!"

"I don't want to be an auror." I shouted at her.

"All we ever hear is what you don't want, but what do want Rose? Or are you going to waste your life trying to figure it out."

"Stop telling me I'm wasting my life."

"Then do something! Show us that you're actually trying to figure it out because as far as I can see nothing has changed in the last few years."

"How would you know anyway? We never speak. You never talk to me and ask me seriously. You're always being snide and barely hiding your disappointment at what I've chosen."

"But that's just the thing! You haven't chosen anything!"

I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier so I gripped my wand that was in my pocket and disapparated home. Once in the privacy of my own flat I let out my anger.

-Scorpius-

We all waited awkwardly for Ron and Hermione to re-enter the room. We had all heard them arguing with Rose and then arguing with each other after she had disapparated. I tried not to seem too curious, it wouldn't matter really because everyone else was completely engrossed in the drama. I would never tell Rose this but I think her mum did have a point. She wasn't really trying to figure out what she wanted. I think she thinks it'll just come to her one day, but it won't. I would never say it to her but I know she's not happy.

I waited for a while before telling everyone that I was heading home before apparating to Rose's. I was one of the few people who was automatically let through the wards so I landed in her living room. I looked around, she was mad, that much I could tell. Pictures were smashed, different objects had been thrown around the room in frustration. I had always known that Rose Weasley had a bit of a temper but I didn't realise the extent of it until we started fucking. I had never known how angry she could get and quite frankly she was dangerous when she was angry. She had been trying to gain some control over her temper but I guess her mum just brought it out in her.

I didn't bother knocking before walking into her bedroom. She was lying curled up on her side of the bed. I tried to shake the phrase 'her side' out of my mind. That implied that there was a 'my side' and there certainly wasn't. We are just casual, there are no specific sides of the bed. I walked around and crouched down in front of her. Her blue eyes were puffy and red from crying and she had tears dyed black from mascara running down her face. I wiped one away with my thumb before leaning in and kissing her. It was the only way I knew how to comfort her. She kissed and pulled me up to lie on top of her.

I could feel her frustration in the damn near violent kiss. I didn't mind being her physical punching bag when she took it out on my like this. I smirked at the thought. I'll admit I'm a bit kinky, but so is she. It's what made us such a good match and why we both keep coming back for more. For three years.

I had thought that I would just need to get her out of my system but she's addictive, I honestly think I wouldn't be able to stop seeing her. I actually find myself dreading the day when she finds some guy who will sweep her off her feet. She can lie to me all she wants and say that she doesn't believe in relationships, but I know she wants her happy ending. Just like everyone else.

We fell asleep in each other's arms again. It had been happening more recently. We used to leave as soon as we were done but we've gotten into a habit now. She doesn't seem to mind and I don't either. It might get us caught though.

I woke up alone and pulled on my boxers before heading out of the bedroom. I watched as Rose cleared up the mess she had made last night.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"We don't talk Malfoy."

Great, she's in that type of mood today.

"Of course not." I reply under my breath. "At least not in the morning."

I should have known that she would hear me.

"Getting all sensitive on me now?" She mocked and I cringed.

"Nice to know you're back to your bitchy self. I don't like seeing you as pathetic as last night. It makes me feel like I'm taking advantage." I taunted. I saw her glare but just raised an eyebrow at her.

"Fuck off Malfoy."

I disapparated. She could be alone with her misery, I don't care.