A/N: I'm sorry that it took me so long to update but I found that I had a serious case of writers block. So as always I don't own Harry Potter and please read and let me know what you think.
All she could think about throughout the next day was how she was going to entice and them snare Scorpios Malfoy. Just thinking about the night before drove her to the brink of insanity. Malfoy was trying to kill her, surely.
Despite all that had happened she still could not believe the feelings she had. They were slightly overwhelming to say the least. At this particular moment in time they were far too much to comprehend when she had other things to think about. Rose tried hard to think of a plan, so that she could put it into action.
But those damn feelings just wouldn't leave her alone for five seconds. They were constantly in her thoughts and no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't outrun them. She supposed that they were a big part of the problem, but when she tried to question them, she found no conclusive answers.
It was driving her insane.
If only she could think for a secon-d.
She had it. The perfect plan. Simple yet effective. She would win Scorpios; and she would put it into action immediately.
The idea was that as it was his turn to petrol the upper floors, she would do exactly what he did the night before. It would only work if he didn't expect her to do it. Which she knew he didn't because she was Rose and she couldn't stand to go for the easy and predictable route.
He really was driving her insane and it had only been a day since he set the challenge. She was Rose so she would meet the target well within the time limits or she would die.
Curfew was striking as she entered the closet and she knew that he would be along any minute. She began to mentally prepare herself and steady her breathing so she didn't sound like she was having an asthma attack when he arrived.
Just as she got her breathing under control she heard footsteps. The person was humming a song by the muggle band- The Beatles. It was Scorpios.
She reached out to grab him by the arm and proceeded to drag him inside. She slammed the door behind him with a heavy thud.
He's gasping for breath because this really was the last thing he expected him to do. She pushes him against the wall and keeps him there by standing so that they are nearly touching but not quite. Close, so close that she is taunting him without saying a word. She is trying to drive him over the edge. The edge of the abyss that she hasn't yet crossed but is so close that she is unsure of her footing.
He is panting, just like he has been running a race. Slowly he reaches out and traces a finger down her arm. She shivers but manages to grasp at her concentration just as it begins to slip.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
He has his eyes closed and as she speaks his eyelids barely flicker. When he speaks it is barely the whisper of a groan "Rose."
Just to wind him up more she leans in close to his ear." I asked a question."
"Are you really trying to kill me?"
"All I have to do is kiss you isn't it."
"Why haven't you done it already?"
"I thought I'd torture you first."
She's grinning and she begins to lean in. She places butterfly kisses across his jaw line, lips barely ghosting over his skin. His breathing became more and more hitched which rose supposed was from anticipation. As she reached the corner of his mouth she felt his breath on her lips as he whispered something she couldn't quite catch. She paused before pursuing her previous activities.
"What was that? It had better of been good."
"It doesn't matter."
"Scorpius please tell me."
"I said that I love you."
To this she had no reply so she kissed him with everything she was worth. Yet he seemed to return the kiss with a certain reluctance. She pulled away when she felt that he was not responding.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm fine. Everything's just great. I tell a girl I'm in love with her and all she feels for me is lust. That's so amazing; it just makes me feel great."
"But… But"
"See that is exactly what I mean. You have no idea what to say because you don't feel the same way."
He sighed in a defeated way and went to leave the closet. As he did she managed to choke out "But I love you too."
He turned and grabbed for her. Pulling her to him he demanded "Say it again."
"I love you."
"Why didn't you say so sooner?"
Her reply- something along the lines of 'But I Did'- was stopped by his mouth which this time, I am glad to say was much better received this time around.
