Alright, here's chapter two! Lemme know what you think of it!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the amazing Jo Rowling.

Chapter 2: Forget-me-not

Rose groaned at the aching, pounding sensation in her head- it felt as though a Doxie had danced a quickstep on her face last night. She sighed and shut her eyes again, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep.

Dozing off, her fingers tangled in something sleek and soft and she played with it absentmindedly, rolling the strands between her forefinger and thumb.

And was jolted awake when something warm wrapped around her waist, pulling her body closer.

Rose's eyes snapped open and she looked around, closer this time. And a pair of grey eyes stared blearily back down at her.

"G'morning…" An unmistakable voice mumbled, distorted by sleepiness, but still recognizable.

Rose sat up, her head screaming at her in protest as she did so, and blushed bright scarlet with horror. Scorpius Malfoy sat up as well, running a hand through his soft hair as he yawned.

"What's up?" He asked, stretching widely.

"Where. Are. Your. Pants?" Rose hissed, eyes bright and ready to kill. Scorpius frowned.

"Is that a trick question? Wait… why are you in my dormitory? Better question, what happened to your shirt, Weasley? Not that I'm all that opposed to the view."

Mortified, Rose grabbed the sheets of his bed and yanked them around her, sending Scorpius rolling onto the ground. He winced and stood up slowly.

"Hm, you're right, for once." Scorpius brushed off some dust from the hem of his green boxers, not a sign of distress on his face.

Rose, on the other hand, was compensating for the both of them. Try as she might, no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't remember much more than a few hazy scenes; the bonfire, sitting next to Malfoy for a bit, and then, inexplicably, his hand running through her hair…

"No, no, no! This can't be happening." Rose sputtered, looking at Scorpius beseechingly.

"What?"

"Do you know what happened last night?" She demanded. Scorpius closed his eyes for a moment and something flickered across his face.

"Nope, sorry. But, I have a guess or two about what might have gone on. I distinctly remember you downing at least a bottle of Firewhisky on your own." He chuckled. "I take back what I said about you being a lightweight."

"You complete arsehole! If one of the teachers finds out, or if someone else tells Headmistress McGonagall… It's entirely your fault, Scorpius! I never agreed to any of this!" She folded her arms across her chest, but quickly hiked the covers back up when he began to grin.

"I dunno, Weasley. It seemed pretty consensual to me. You're not the only one who got marked up." Scorpius twisted his head to the side to show the trail of purple bruises that dotted down his neck and his chest. Rose's jaw dropped in horror.

"No! That wasn't me! I couldn't have done that." She muttered, still unable to recall whatever fiasco had happened last night.

"Well, if you want to keep arguing with yourself, that's perfectly fine with me. I'm going down to see if I can still make it to Charms on time."

That grabbed Rose's attention right away.

"We're late for Charms?" She bounded out of Scorpius's bed and grabbed her skirt, shirt, and her Gryffindor tie off the ground. Rose flung Scorpius's own green and silver tie back at him before changing rapidly and darting out of the Slytherin boy's dormitory as fast as she could.

Scorpius grabbed the other shirt on the ground and examined it. Hm. Unless one of the house elves had decided to put a Shrinking Charm on his shirt, this was most definitely not his. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it delicately.

It held a floral scent, a smell that had trace notes of forget-me-not, but mostly that darling girl's namesake.

Scorpius tucked the shirt into his back pocket before getting dressed as well.

Rose was silent the entire lesson, absorbed in her own thoughts; what exactly had happened last night; had anyone else seen anything; could anyone actually remember seeing anything; HOW THE HELL DID SHE END UP IN SCORPIUS MALFOY'S BED?

She rested her head on the cool oak desk and took a deep breath. And another. And another.

It took all of her willpower not to jump out of her seat and scream. This was not her shirt. This was most definitely not her shirt, because the last time she checked, her shirts didn't smell like cinnamon lozenges.

"Malfoy…" Rose hissed under her breath. "Merlin, help me…"

The bell rang from second period and she darted out the door, grateful for the free period. Rose hurried up the staircase, not wanting to be caught in a Malfoy's shirt.

A hand tugged her wrist and pulled her into a deserted back hallway.

"What's the rush for, Weasley?" Scorpius smirked down at her, his hair slicked back as it usually was.

"You know perfectly well, Malfoy. I don't suppose you had the decency to grab my shirt for me." Rose growled, shifting from foot to foot anxiously.

Scorpius laughed and pulled it out from his back pocket. "Oh, this?"

Rose gaped and moved to snatch it, but he jerked it away just out of her reach.

"Come on, Weasley, what happened to those Quidditch skills of yours? Or was that all talk?" Rose's ears grew red with anger and she slipped a leg around Scorpius', tripping him up.

She put a knee on his chest, the other resting on the flagstones, and took her shirt from him. "You're a loathsome, pathetic excuse of a human being, Malcontent."

Rose moved to stand up, but Scorpius pushed her knee off his chest so she straddled him. He leaned up so their noses nearly touched and grinned at her with that sexy, evil smirk of his.

"I'm sure you were on top last night too, Weaselbee." Rose blushed furiously and hurried away, the back of her neck a spectacular shade of scarlet.

Scorpius sat up lazily. "I'd like my shirt back too, you know!" He called after her and lay back down on the cold flagstones, grin still plastered on his face.

"Rose." He murmured, his fingers skimming across her skin, his lips next to her ear. "Rose."

Rose jerked backwards in her chair, its legs scrapping against the floor of the library. She shook her head.

"No, no, no, no, no." Rose muttered to herself and slammed her book shut with impunity. Nothing had happened last night; she'd remember it if anything had.

"What are you 'no, no, no'ing about?" A sleek voice whispered in her right ear, making her jump in fright again.

"Scorpius Malfoy, what on earth are you doing?" She glared angrily at him after checking that Madame Pince wasn't nearby. Even in her old age, that old bat had an excellent sense of hearing.

"Studying, until a certain red-headed book worm interrupted me. If I fail this next Transfiguration test, I blame you."

"You'd be better off blaming your lack of focus." Rose whispered and opened her book to a random page, glaring at it as though the book had been the one to possibly have compromised her virtue.

"Stimulating book?"

"Quite," She snarled back.

"I highly doubt that, seeing as how it's upside down." He laughed and flipped the book the right way.

Rose kept quiet, staring down at the page as Scorpius sat next to her. She could feel his eyes laughing at her, but she wouldn't allow herself to fall for his trap. No, she just wouldn't look at him until he left her alone.

"Are you about done with that page? You've been on it for the last ten minutes." Scorpius laughed and flipped the page for her. Rose kept her eyes trained on her book, determined not to look at him.

"What exactly are you playing at, Malfoy?" She asked, her eyes still locked on the text of the book.

"What do you mean by that?" Scorpius sounded affronted. "I'm just reading a book with a classmate."

She finally tore her eyes from the book to glare at him. "A classmate who you may or may not have compromised her virtue!" Rose accused in a strangled whisper.

At that, Scorpius's face turned a delicate shade of pale pink. "Compromised your virtue? What are you talking about?"

"What do you mean, 'what are you talking about'? Last night, or whatever actually happened!" Rose growled, keenly aware of how red her face must be.

"Wait, you actually can't remember anything? I thought you were just joking around!"

"You idiot—did I look like I was joking?" She hissed and Scorpius laughed quietly.

"I dunno, I guess not. Well, now I feel like a fool." He ran a hand through his hair, tousling the neatly-kept locks. "If it makes you feel any better, nothing serious happened."

"And your definition of "serious" is..?"

"The same as yours, Weasley." Scorpius sighed. Rose stared at him curiously; it seemed as though now he was the one who refused to meet eyes.

"Oh, is the Slytherin Sex god disappointed that he didn't manage to shag another—" Scorpius stared at her, alarmed.

"What did you call me?" He asked. Rose balked at his nonplussed expression.

"You're title of choice, or did you think I wouldn't know that?" Rose scoffed, but was shocked to see him turn an even brighter shade of pink and bury his face into the crook of his arms, shoulders shaking with barely restrained laughter.

"My title of choice, sure." Scorpius straightened up, eyes watering a little from laughter. "You Gryffindors really take things that seriously?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's a joke." Scorpius shook his head at her. "To be honest, it's a bit of a misnomer because it's the exact opposite of who I am."

Rose stared at him. Now she was the one who was confused.

"It's an inside joke, and a stupid one at that." Scorpius rolled his eyes at her still clueless expression. "I thought you were the bright one, Weasley. It's a stupid joke because I'm the only 6th year virgin in Slytherin, alright?"

Rose stared at him with a certain amount of revulsion. "That's disgusting… Slytherins certainly know how to get around."

"Why do you think it's called 'Slyther-in'?" Scorpius had once again returned to his joking, annoyingly-vulgar self, so Rose felt no remorse for smacking him with her book.

"You're a perverted, disgusting snake, you know that, right?" Rose sighed and went back to her book, suddenly relieved of her stressful burden. She hadn't done anything with him, of all people.

"You didn't think so last night." He grinned at her, head resting on the desk. "And yes, I intend on making you miserable with this new-found knowledge."

"You git!" Rose swore and hurried out of the library, curly red hair flying behind her. Scorpius kicked his feet up onto the desk and twirled his wand idly between his fingers.

He placed the tip on his temple and drew it away slowly, a silvery strand floating from his wands end. Scorpius pulled an empty vial from his Potions kit and stoppered the memory inside.

With carefully precision, Scorpius marked the label, "Forget-me-not" and held the vial in a ray of sunlight.

Perhaps one day, he could show Rose this particular memory in the portable-pensieve Father had given him.

He snorted. That would be the day. It would also be the day when his dad and the Golden Trio would get along, the next Sorcerer's Stone would be developed, and he'd actually work up the courage to tell that damn Weasley how he really felt.

So, whadya think?

And yes, as much as Scorpius may seem like the clone of his irritating father, he's a lot nicer than people think. Just so people don't get worried, he is telling the truth-nothing major happened between him and Rose.

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