A/N: Here's the next chapter, guys! Thanks so much to those of you who reviewed, I appreciate it. :)

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Scorpius's POV

He could see it. He could see it when she gave up, when she stopped resisting what was always and forever going to happen. Around the time his lips were mere centimeters above hers, his hands resting to either side of her head as he boxed her in against the wall, she relaxed, no longer straining to pull away from him, and allowed him to dip even closer to her. And then, when they were about to touch, he paused.

Her eyes flew open.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her breath warm against his lips.

She smelled so sweet. He couldn't help it, inhaling deeply before responding.

"Kiss me, Rose."

"What?" Her voice was a bit louder this time. Breathless, shocked, arousing as hell…he nearly groaned. This was better than any day dream he'd ever had of her.

"Kiss me, or we'll be stuck here all night."

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Rose's POV

She drew in a breath, noticing his scent. Why did he have to smell so good, feel so good being so close to her... her body yearned to be fully against his, pressed together in the dark.

But no, this was Scorpius. She shouldn't be doing this…

She cursed her weakness, and let her body sway forward until it was in full contact with his. She tipped her head up just ever so slightly, closing the distance between them and allowing their mouths to meet in a light kiss.

And that was the last bit of control she had.

She truly intended to just barely touch him and then pull away, as that was all the charm would require, but as soon as their lips touched it became impossible for her to pull away and all of her intentions went up in smoke.

Flames licked through her veins as he pressed her up the wall, lips soft and tongue insistent, hands leaving blazing trails all over her body. She tangled her fingers in his hair and moaned into his mouth when he suddenly boosted her up against the wall, allowing her to wrap her legs around his hips.

This pushed them even closer, closer than should have been physically possible. There was fire everywhere, because he was everywhere, touching every part of her, even reaching in to slide invisible tendrils into her heart.

(She wouldn't notice this until later, though, for at the moment she was a bit occupied.)

It was the hottest kiss she'd ever experienced, much better than any imaginings, because this was real. This is Scorpius, her brain reminded her, but somehow that only made it better.

It might have been mere seconds; it might have been many long minutes before the kiss ended. They pulled away from each other, breathing hard.

Scorpius looked smug.

Suddenly upset with herself for enjoying the kiss, Rose pushed away from him and down the hallway.

And then she blushed from the roots of her hair all the way down her chest, in shame and anger and delicious, delirious wanting.

She'd gone the wrong way down the corridor, further up towards the tower instead of down towards the dormitories. To get to bed, she'd have to go back past Scorpius.

Back through the charm.

She almost groaned at her stupidity, cursed her weak body, already yearning for his touch again, then turned slowly to face him.

His barely concealed hilarity told her he knew of her dilemma. He stood aside, still in the field of the charm, and gestured grandly past him.

She sighed and walked back into the charm, feeling it solidify around her, and looked resignedly up at him. "Alright, let's get this over with."

His grin widened. "Come on, now, Rose. You know it's not so bad."

No, it wasn't. And that was the problem. She shouldn't be wanting him, wanting his lips on hers and her fingers in his hair and his strong arms holding her so, so close.

But she did.

And that was the real problem. She wanted him, more than anything else she could ever remember. And now that she had felt this desire, had tasted heaven in his arms, she didn't know how she would ever stop wanting him. Years and years of attraction that had been ignored and denied suddenly burst to the forefront, threatening to never leave again.

If she kissed him again, she would never be able to let him go.

But she had no choice. He was already pulling her against him again, and like a mindless idiot she softened into his hold, tilting her head back in anticipation of the pleasure that would come with his kiss.

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Scorpius's POV

Merlin, she would be the death of him. Soft as warm chocolate and at least as sweet, she walked into his embrace with all the hesitation of a starving man faced with a heaping plate of food. Despite her required protests, he could tell she wasn't dreading this kiss in the least.

And he was happy to oblige.

None of the other girls he'd kissed could ever compare. They all had reasons for wanting to kiss him, wanting to make him like them or be more popular or wanting to be the girl they all talked about. And they'd known how to kiss, known exactly what they wanted out of each amorous encounter because they had done it all before.

But Rose, Rose was completely different. She didn't want this, or at least she didn't want to want it. And yet, she did. Maybe what made her so different is that she didn't want what kissing him would do for her. She wanted him. She valued him, his kisses and how he made her feel.

Or maybe his fevered brain was just conjuring up the best possible reason that he liked kissing her.

There were worse reasons, too. Reasons that he enjoyed these kisses more than anything else, reasons that he'd never told anyone, ever.

He could tell this was new to her. Every motion she made, every hint of hesitation before plunging right in bespoke innocence, inexperience.

Merlin, that just made him want her more. To know that he was the only one to touch her like this, to know her like this, only made him want to hold her tighter. And when she met everything he gave her with uncontained eagerness, he suddenly couldn't imagine ever letting her go.

It was more than he ever could have asked for. More than he had ever even dreamed of, late at night when his deepest longings could no longer be denied and he couldn't help but think of her.

He'd never told anyone, but he'd had a crush on her for years. He had never even truly admitted it to himself, but now, under the power of her touch, there was no denying it. She was his childhood dream, the one thing he had never thought he could possess.

And now he had her.

And that was dangerous. If he kept thinking like this, kept acting like this, he might actually never be able to let her go.

He should just focus on the now, on the hands in his hair and the gasps and moans leaking from her mouth as she enveloped him in a fog of sensual haze.

He still wasn't sure what she wanted from this, but whatever it was, he was more than happy to provide it.