So she doesn't remember.

That's fine. I guess. It's just that…Emily had to have told her, right? Don't girls tell each other everything—even the most insignificant details of their everyday lives? Maybe it's just me, but I think straddling a guy isn't insignificant at all, so Emily had to have told her!

But I asked her. And she claimed that she hadn't remembered anything from that night. What if she thinks that I don't remember so she doesn't want to remind me even though I do remember and I want her to remind me?

Oh, fuck this.

The thing is, ever since the straddling, I haven't been able to hang out with any of The Girls. I can't get Rose out of my mind and the other girls just pale in comparison. They always have. And it's not like I'm missing anything anyway, other than a few drunken snogs.

Rose seems to be under the impression that I'm shagging every girl in Hogwarts. The truth is…I haven't even shagged half of them, or really any of them. Okay, one of them. Sally Phillips earlier this year, but that's it.

I've always wanted Rose. Even when I'm thinking about her most of the time, I'm not thinking about shagging her, like I would with most other girls. Well, only when I'm really horny. But most the time I'm thinking about holding her hand, or kissing her, or putting my arm around her waist so that everybody knows she's mine. I know, I know, I'm turning into a fucking pansy.

"Want to go outside and hang with Rose?" Al asks me, barging in on my thoughts.

"Sure," I try to say casually.

Of course I want to go spend time with Rose.

We slowly make our way out to the courtyard and see Rose sitting beneath her favorite tree. She's reading, typical, and this group of boys, probably all in third year, keep looking over at her like she's the most interesting thing on the planet.

As we get closer, I see why. Rose may not be the most fascinating thing on the planet (well, to them), but her cleavage might be- seeing as her breasts are practically popping out of her shirt.

"Erm…Rose…"Al does something with his hands while I pretend to look away.

Except for I can't stop looking at them. Merlin, I just want to…

She adjusts her shirt and I sit down beside her, deciding not to mention how great I think her breasts are. Al makes fun of her for the book she's reading and I try not to concentrate on how good she smells.

"Where are Luca and Ian?" she asks and I decide to monopolize her now.

"Off snogging their girlfriends, I expect."

"Who are they this week?" She asks.

She's always curious about our personal lives for Merlin only knows why.

"Fuck if I know," Al says sourly.

I see Rose look at Al sympathetically; Layla's been ignoring him.

"Where's Em?" I ask, trying to get Rose's attention back to me.

She glances at me. "Off tutoring Hugo. I swear, there's only so many T's he can get on Charms projects before Em's going to smack him upside the head and make him do his own homework." She laughs lightly.

I look at Al and we exchange a glance. Hugo came up to us a while back…I don't think he's really failing all those Charms projects. He's been really interested in Emily for awhile now.

"Am I missing something?" Rose asks as she swivels her head back and forth.

Al and I exchange another glance. Do we tell her?

"Nah." Al says dismissively.

I can just tell that Rose is about to give him the third degree so I do the only thing I can think of to distract her. I take off my shirt. It works surprisingly well. I feel her eyes on me but I try to make it look like I just hang out with my shirt off all the time.

"Scorp?" She asks in a tiny voice.

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you take your shirt off?"

Because I want you to straddle me again.

"More comfortable." I tell her. More comfortable, my arse, this grass is digging into my back and it really fucking itches.

I close my eyes about halfway and see her return to her book. Now I can finally look at her face. Her reddish brown hair (she calls it some special color but I can't ever remember it), her clear blue eyes, the sprinkling of freckles across her nose and cheekbones, the way she moves her lips when she reads.

Just then, she glances over at me, and we're locked in a stare.

Her eyes are blue. Blue, blue, blue, blue. How did I never notice how blue they are before? She blushes lightly. Am I making her blush like that?

"This is so bloody boring," Al complains.

Boring for you, you're not having a staring contest with a fucking sexy, amazingly beautiful girl.

Rose suddenly snaps her book close and does what looks like some sort of fish flop in an attempt to lay down, but she ends up with her head on my chest.

My bare chest.

"Smooth, Rose." Al mocks her.

"I meant to do that."

I start laughing immediately. She did not mean to do that; her uncoordinated skills were at their finest. For once, I'm glad she's clumsy. Her hair is nice and warm from sitting in the sun and it's kind of chilly out here.

She burrows into me even more and I have to hold back a groan. She doesn't know what she's doing to me. I'm not even thinking about snogging her or doing anything else with her. I just want to stroke her hair. She's turning me into one of the pansies that I used to make fun of all the time, like my dad.

I want to spend time with her. I want to hear what she has to say. I care about her. I always have, ever since we met. I remember first year, Al and I had just been sorted into Slytherin. Al was a shy first year, and Rose was the complete opposite. The day after the sorting Rose comes right up to the Slytherin table to talk to Albus.

I don't remember exactly what she said but it was something along the lines of "Albus Potter you need to make friends with your housemates!" Then she dragged him over to me and introduced us.

I never did find out how she knew my name before I knew hers.

I come out of my thoughts to Albus and Rose fighting.

"Can both of you shut the fuck up?" I ask, irritated. They interrupted my thoughts about Rose.

Merlin, they're still going at it.

"If you two don't shut up, I'll leave." I try one more time.

I wouldn't actually leave. Rose is lying on me, and I wouldn't move her unless it was a life and death situation.

They finally shut up and we lay there quietly for awhile. My hand keeps twitching because I just want to reach out and touch her hair. She's making me crazy. Then, she begins shaking her head. I don't what she's thinking that could possibly make her shake her head, but now that she's doing it, it tickles.

I won't laugh. Then she'll get up and she won't be laying on me anymore.

I laugh.

She lifts her head, looking at me. "What is so funny?"

I'm laughing so hard it takes me a few seconds to catch my breath. "You were shaking your head and your hair…."I start laughing again as her long hair grazes my chest again.

I contain myself and look up at her again. "It was nothing, Rose."

She gives me the evil smile that's usually reserved for her brother when she's about to tell on him or something. "Is someone ticklish?"

"No!"

"Then surely you won't mind if I do this…" The little minx grabs a chunk of her hair and drags it over my chest.

"Stop! Stop! Rose!" I pant at her, trying to regain my breath.

She laughs at me.

"Okay, okay," she concedes.

We make eye contact and I'm starting to get lost in her eyes again. I flip her over so she's under me; time to get my own revenge.

"Hahaha Scorp! Scorp stop!" She writhes underneath me and I just to want to kiss her laughing lips.

I probably wouldn't even go further than that. Well, unless she wanted me to. Then I'd go further…or maybe I would hold her hand. Oh fuck, I'm turning into my dad. He's always going on about how he just wants to hold my mum's hand. He finds a way to constantly touch her whenever they're near each other, which is quite disgusting really.

"Truce! Truce!" Rose cries to me.

I smile down at her, I can't help it. She just makes me smile.

"Truce?" I ask her, holding out my hand.

She takes my hand and shakes it. I want to hold onto it forever.

But, I lie back down next to her. She surprises me by putting her head back on my chest, the way it was before our tickling fight.

"Wait, where'd Al go?" she asks.

I look over to where Al used to be. He's gone.

"Dunno, probably off somewhere to sulk about Layla."

That's all he's been doing these past few weeks anyway.

Rose sighs quietly and I feel her warm breath on my chest. "Try and convince him to talk to her. He'll go crazy if he doesn't."

He's already crazy.

"I don't care that much about Al's love life." I just want to stop talking about Al.

"If he's getting some then he's nicer to be around." She threatens me.

"He's always nice to me." Blatant lie. Al is awful to be around in the morning.

"Fuck you," Rose says lightly, and I chuckle because I know she doesn't mean it.


Rose and I are sitting down across from each other. She's dressed in this really fancy gown and I look down at myself. I'm wearing nice clothes too.

She's giggling at something I just said.

"Scorp, I love you."

"I love you too." I say, the words flowing effortlessly out of my mouth, like they were meant to be said.

She leans in close to me and presses her lips against mine for a moment.

Then she giggles at me, "You want to get out of here?"

"Hell yes." I smile at her.

We leave the restaurant; apparating quickly to a flat that I somehow know is mine. I grab Rose in my arms, and pull her close. I look down at her, and she smiles at me. I kiss her slowly, sensually, trying to remember the taste of her lips. She fists her hands in my hair and I groan.

"Rose."

She smiles into the kiss.

Suddenly, I feel something crawling on my stomach.

"Wha-?" I jerk awake and look around wildly. It's pitched black and I'm definitely not in a flat making out with Rose. "Rose?" I see her outline through the darkness.

"Sorry, Scorp, I've been trying to get you up for ages and it was the only thing I could think of! We fell asleep outside! Hurry or we're going to miss dinner!"

I'd wake up to her every day.

She grabs my hand and pulls me up. I grab my shirt and follow her into the darkness, trusting that she's leading me the right way. When we finally get close to the castle she stops, looking at me, and drops my hand. I just want to grab her hand again. I can see her in the soft light from the candles.

She giggles at me. "You have leaves in your hair."

She runs a hand through my hair, shaking out a few of my leaves. I think back to my dream where she was running her hands through my hair in a very different way…

"Thanks, Rose," I put on my shirt reluctantly because I see her still looking at my bare chest.

She bites her lip, probably unconsciously, and says, "What about me? Do I have any leaves in my hair?"

I stare at her. I can't help it that the farthest thing from my mind is getting leaves out of her hair. "Just one," I run a hand through her hair and she bites her lip again, her eyes fluttering slightly. I pull out the leaf slowly, trying to be close to her for as long as possible.

"Okay, you're good."

She smiles a brilliant smile at me and we walk into the Great Hall for dinner.

All I want to do is spin her around, tell her that I could survive without dinner for a night if she would just straddle me again. But, of course, I can't because she doesn't remember anything that happened between us that night of the party.


A/N: TA DAAA! :)

Ok, so a few of you pointed out that you believed that last chapter Scorpius was kind of acting like a douche bag/arsehat/meanie bo beanie...and when I looked back on how I had written him, I can kind of see where you were coming from. BUT, I have something to say in his defense.

You see, Scorp had just had a very bad day *nods wisely*. He woke up late, failed a pop quiz in DADA, and he hadn't done his Potions Essay. And he was a bit horny. So have pity on him, I know we all have days like those...

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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