Disclaimer: of course, I do not own Harry Potter, but I wish I did. *Sigh* I'll just stick to the fanfics….
Scorpius sighed when Rose walked away, Jana tugging on his hand. "Let's go, Scorpy," she said, giggling, as she kissed his neck.
Scorpius looked down at Jana and huffed. The short, raven haired girl, giggled again and pulled Scorpius in the direction of his flat.
The sound of his front door slamming, brought him back to the present. Jana giggled, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to meet hers. She kissed him with such a force, Scorpius knew what she wanted. They had done it before, had sex. Why should he care now that Jana was pulling his shirt over his head, and he was doing the same to her's?
Why should he care that when he felt Jana's soft moan when their tongues touched, he felt repulsed?
Why should he care, that as he was pushed down to the bed, Jana on top of him, that he wondered where Rose was?
Why did he hate himself for having sex with Jana?
Jana curled into Scorpius' side, falling asleep immediately, her breathing even and deep, after they had done the deed.
He groaned when Jana nuzzled into his chest and pushed her away softly. He got out of bed and dressed quickly, a wandered into his small kitchen.
He had chosen to make his own money and to become Scorpius Malfoy. Not just Draco Malfoy's son. He wanted to be his own person, and because Harry had accepted Scorpius as an Auror, he was finally beginning to be seen as someone besides his father. It wasn't his fault that he looked just like his dad, tall, pointed features, pale skin, and pale blonde hair.
He looked around in his fridge, but found nothing he wanted to eat. He grabbed his shoes from off the floor and pulled them on, grabbing a coat as he left his flat, leaving Jana in there all alone. Maybe she'd get the idea.
Scorpius pulled on his coat as he walked through the park, the sky darkening, rain imminent . He had to give himself credit, though. He blended in with the muggles quite well, actually. His dark blue shirt, blue jeans, and tennis shoes made him look like a muggle, even. Except for the wand he had stashed on the inside pocket of his jacket.
He had to stop this…thing. This game that he and Rose were playing. He couldn't deny it any longer. He really cared for Rose and he didn't want to be just her friend any more. He wanted to be her boyfriend. He wanted Rose to be his.
Rose was surprised to find that, by the time she was home, she had no more tears to cry over Scorpius. She had cried enough over him already. The day after they kissed, she didn't know if she should be happy or sad and so she cried for hours, mulling over the pros and cons of dating Scorpius. Of liking him.
She decided the cons far outweighed the pros, and decided that she and Scorpius could never – would never – be together.
She had accepted that, and it seemed that Scorpius had too, and Rose was fine with that. It was better that way.
So why was she so upset that he had a girlfriend? Why did she want to hex that Jana girl into oblivion. Why did she want to hex Scorpius into oblivion?
Crookshanks greeted Rose as she opened the door to her flat. Rose smiled, glad that her mother had given her the cat; he was, truly, great company. Especially when you were such a social outcast like Rose.
She never had many friends, she was always absorbed in some book. Her cousin, Al, was her best friend all through Hogwarts, Scorpius too, in seventh year.
Rose's telephone rang (she chose to live like a muggle in some aspects of life, and a telephone really was convienant) and she ran over to it. "Hello?"
"Rosie! Hey," Al's deep voice boomed from the other end.
Rose laughed, "You don't have to yell, Al. I swear, you're just like my dad."
"Oh, sorry. Hey, Scorpius is back in town, and I want to go out tonight. You know, as a homecoming for him. Want to come?"
Rose bit her lip. "Oh, Al. I don't think so. I have a lot to do-"
"Nonsense, Rose," Al said, cutting off her excuse. "Scorpius is one of your two best friends. He really wants you to come."
Rose grinned. "He really does?"
"Yeah. Of course! Why wouldn't he?" Al asked.
Rose twirled the phone cord around her finger, contemplating. "Well, I saw him today, already," she began. "And, well, he has a girlfriend, Al."
"I know. Jana, right? Anyways, you in?"
Rose sighed. "No. Im not coming."
Al was the one who sighed this time. Rose was so stubborn. "Jana isn't going to be there. It's just us three: me, you, and Scorp. I'll apparate to your place at 8 to get you."
The line went dead. "Ugh!" Rose exclaimed, slamming the phone into the receiver. She didn't want to see Scorpius! She was mad at him! She felt betrayed by him.
How could he? How could he go off for four years, then come home, and expect everything to be like it was before?
Rose sighed. He didn't expect everything to be the same; Rose did. She wasn't ready to accept change. Scorpius changed. Immensely, she could tell. One example being Jana. Scorpius dated girls that were tall, like Rose. And he liked smart girls, ones with depth, like Rose.
Everything about Scorpius was like Rose. Because they were alike. He was tall, she was tall (although not as tall as him, she was only about 6'). He had an untamable temper, so did she. She fit so well in his arms. He fit so well in her's.
He was so fit. Years of Quidditch had really toned Scorpius' body. And Rose had caught a few glimpses of his chest before. The memory caused her to blush.
"What are you staring at, Weasley?" Scorpius asked, a grin in his voice.
Rose blushed and peeled her eyes from his chest. "Nothing, Malfoy," She said, moving into the bathroom, pushing him aside. "I just wanted to get ready for school on time, for once. You're a bathroom hog," Rose muttered, brushing her teeth now. She spit, rinsed her mouth, and looked in the mirror to find Scorpius behind her, clad only on the towel around his waist.
The room seemed really hot at that moment and Rose didn't know if it was because Scorpius had just gotten out of the shower, or if it was because of her blushing face.
She spun around to face Scorpius, only to be pinned to the counter by him. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she was sure he could hear it. "I hate the Finnigan kid," Scorpius finally said, his body pressing on Rose's.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"You're boyfriend," he clarified. "I hate him," he said darkly, one fist clenching.
"Oh. He's not my boyfriend," Rose said, staring into Scorpius' eyes.
His face relaxed, and the pressure left Rose's body as Scorpius moved away from her. "Good," he grunted, and left the bathroom.
Rose stared after him, gaping. What the hell was that all about?!
a/n: Like it? I think Im going to have those flash backs often, so You h\guys can understand Rose and Scorpius' feelings for each other, and stuff, better. R&R