Lost and found.
Chapter 2
It was a crisp Saturday morning, clear and bright, like a morning after a storm should be. Beams of light filled the room lazily, as it dawned.
I woke up before the Sun reached the mountain tops and shivered. The air was fresh and chilling and I was completely naked. Closing my eyes, although the light wasn't that bright, I reached around, trying to find a blanket. Finally, I found it, but it was firmly planted under a body in deep slumber. Oddly, the fact that I was naked and someone was in bed with me didn't startle me at my groggy state, so I just moved to get a better hold of the blanket. As I turned around I felt an unfamiliar ache between my legs and all over my body and all the events of the previous night flooded my mind.
My initial reaction was to groan and cover my face with my hands. He stirred and instinctively put his arm around me. He was still sleeping though, and I briefly wondered just how many girls had he actually slept with. Of course, there were a lot of stories going around but I knew at least half of them were untrue. He stirred a bit more and somehow, the entire horror of the situation hit me at once.
My eyes were half filled with tears. I had always hoped I would lose my virginity to a man I loved; at least I thought I would be in a relationship with him. I didn't feel bad or regret it, I was just a little struck by the fact that it was gone. My innocence was gone, my childhood, in some sense. I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm a woman. And it feels strange, new. Do I look different?
And then, of course, to whom I had lost it to. Scorpius Malfoy, no less. Does it even matter though? It doesn't feel wrong anymore and I admit it, if there was a way I could erase our history, I would, and I would be his. But it isn't that easy, and I don't even know if I love him I just…
''Please stop thinking, it's keeping me awake over here.'' Malfoy said in a deep, hoarse voice and pulled me close to him. I blushed deep red and lay perfectly still in his arms, not knowing what to do.
''Relax. Listen Weas….Rose, '' he took a deep breath '' this situation is so utterly fucked up; I don't even want to begin thinking about it now. So I suggest we completely ignore all thinking while we're here. Let's just sleep in, relax, talk about something else and pretend we're not who we are outside, and when we leave the room, we deal with it, ok?'' his voice was so serious and pained. He sounded so sincere and tired. I knew I wasn't the only one who was troubled and confused and it seemed we both needed a break from being enemies so after a few seconds I nodded and snuggled closer into him. He released a breath and relaxed, flicking his wand to move the curtains over the big windows, leaving the room in comfortable darkness. He smiled against my head and drifted back to sleep. His breath was still intact from yesterday, still minty fresh and I knew he charmed his cigarettes to keep his breath perfect. I smiled at the thought of my muggle grandparent's outrage on that invention and felt strangely peaceful in his bed. Remembering all the feeling of bliss and complete happiness and comfort I felt yesterday I fell back into sleep.
I dreamt a lovely dream in his arms that morning. It felt the most real of all the dreams I've ever had. I was standing at a hill top on a beautiful day. The sun was slightly blinding, so the entire scene was a bit hazy. I didn't see anyone but I knew I wasn't alone. Finally, I saw him. Someone, I couldn't see his face, but he reached out and took my hand. So we just stood there, holding hands and I felt such overwhelming peace of mind. Something, not a hundred patronuses could ever make me feel. Like I would never have to be sad again, as long as I was holding his hand. We stood there, completely still, for what seemed like decades. I felt so confidently in love with him, like he loves me back with the same newfound passion, like we would grow old together. Also, I somehow knew he didn't know who I was either; it was the best part, we loved each other despite who we were, I felt him rather than see him and that's why it felt so real. Finally, the scene faded, but I knew I would feel him again. I drifted into the limbo for a few seconds, until I began stirring and waking up again.
This time, he was already awake when I opened my eyes. He was comfortably curled beside me and playfully winked at me as I turned to him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, opening my mouth to start the awful conversation we bound to have, but he stopped me before I could start.
''We won't talk about it now, remember?'' his expression was serious for a second, and I softly nodded. Running my hands over my face in defeat and frustration, I decided to leave. ''I should go then, I guess I'll see you around.'' I said, getting up and trying to find my clothes. He bolted upright as soon as I left the bed. ''Don't go! Please…the moment you leave this room, things get complicated. I felt it yesterday, you did too, we won't be able to ignore it forever, but let's just deal with it later please, just stay, let's talk about something else.'' His eyes were wild with need, confusion. There was something about this new Scorpius that left me completely speechless. He wasn't the arrogant, insufferable, annoying, smirking prat I've grown to hate over the years. He was so boyish, so genuine, afraid, confused. He was actually smiling, his eyes bright and clear, like yesterday. His defense was completely gone with me and I realized that this gorgeous, undeniable, sweet and caring man in front of me was the real Scorpius Malfoy.
The thought left me baffled and I numbly got back in bed, where he spooned me and smiled into my hair. God, this feels so right. ''So what do you want to talk about?'' I asked, while he was drawing small circles on the back of my hand. ''I don't know. Umm…what's your favorite colour?'' I chuckled ''what kind of question is that?'' I snorted and he nudged me. ''Well, I realized I actually know a lot about you in general, but I have no idea about the little things, so I'm asking you randomly.'' I arched an eyebrow. '' It's yellow, but what do you mean you know a lot about me? We're not even friends!'' I turned to face him, surprised he would say such a thing and also a little overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation. Malfoy and Weasley, butt naked in his bed, talking about colours and friendship. My father would have a stroke at the thought.
''No, we're not, but I've spent seven years being friends with Albus, almost every summer at the burrow, and the last few months living with him since I left my house the moment I became of age. And you were there all the time. What? Don't look at me like that, it's not like we're strangers. I know you hate carrots, you have a pathological fear of frogs, you're a great swimmer, you don't get along with Molly and Lucy, you secretly help James and Fred with their pranks, you hate pink and like the fact that you're not considered a girly girl but always wear skirts and dresses so you're not 'one of the guys', Albus and Alice are your best friends, you hate me since our first train ride when Al and I met and he ignored you because of me, and when we both became slytherins you hated me even more. You've never had a serious relationship, ''Because of you!'' I piped up, but he snorted ''because they were all not good enough for you.'' He frowned and gritted his teeth. I said nothing at the comment so he continued, in a softer voice ''I know you lost your virginity last night, and I know it wasn't with whom you hoped it would be. I know you're beautiful and intelligent and caring. I know you cried when I called you a know it all last week and I know you want to be an auror despite your parent's wishes.''
When he finished, I was laying there, slack jawed and at a complete loss of words. What does this mean, what should we do? I just couldn't form words as I stared into his blazing eyes. He hugged me closer, and whispered in my ear: '' Rose, I'm sorry I'm a prick all the time. It's more out of a nasty habit than anything else. I…don't think I hate you anymore. I don't think I have for a long time.''
I felt hot tears coming up and I buried my head in his chest. It was so twisted. I've always wanted someone to hold me like he does, someone who talks to me the way he does, like I'm the most delicate creature in the world. The way his eyes let me see his soul. But it was Malfoy, of all people, the only one I couldn't…no, shouldn't love. This was a cruel joke of faith and nobody was laughing.
''I don't hate you either'' I said in a small voice ''not even a little bit'' I sighed.
He held me closer and let out a sad sound. '' I guess that changes things…'' I pulled off and stared into his eyes. His lip trembled for just a fraction of a second and he leaned down softly, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was so loving and it felt so familiar. Like we were lovers in another life. He held me close and I felt the same old comfort I seemed to always find in him lately. His hand was on my waist, pulling me closer.
'' SCORPIUS! ROSEE! WHERE ARE YOU TWO?!'' someone bellowed from the common room. It was the almighty voice of Albus Potter. We pulled off immediately, staring at each other in horror. ''Shit'' he whispered as I wrapped a sheet over myself. ''He can't enter, our rooms have passwords.'' He said. I relaxed for a second, planning to just lay low and ignore him until he leaves, but an awful realization struck me. ''Scorpius! The clothes! Our clothes are still scattered around the room, it's quite obvious what we've been doing!'' I hissed, completely horrified. This was exactly why our relationship couldn't happen. My family! And now we have no choice. Fuck…Scorpius was hastily putting clothes on, but I saw no point. He threw me one of his T-shirts. ''At least don't be completely naked'' he said, his voice muffled from beneath a jumper he was putting on. Just as I put it over my head, there was a loud ''WHAT THE FUCK! WHOSE CLOTHES ARE THEESE?'' and a running sound up Malfoy's stairs. ''MALFOY! YOU LET ME IN THIS INSTANCE! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE, BOTH OF YOU!''
Scorpius sighed and looked at me with a sad smile. ''Oh fuck it'' he said, and began walking to the door like a man meeting death sentence. He turned the knob, revealing an unbelievably red faced Albus Potter who was holding my bra in his hand. He was a little dumbfounded at the sight of Malfoy's hair extremely messy, his jumper on backwards and, of course, me, hiding my face in my hands, blushing even harder than him. Even so Albus was a slytherin, the flaring Weasley temper didn't bypass him, but he seemed to be unable to comprehend just what was going on.
''You guys…weren't at breakfast. And never showed up for the match so I thought you killed each other or something…not this though.'' He was speaking to the wall so far, but now he turned to Scorpius. '' Wha...why? No, how? Just…'' he was squeaking and gripping his hair. Scorp looked guilty, and ushered Albus in the room, pushing him on a chair. I got up and stood by Malfoy, and we were standing in front of poor Albus, who realized he was still holding my bra and threw it as far as he could. '' Explain'' he said dryly, his slytherin control quickly coming back.
Scorpius and I shared a look, and I turned to Al '' we don't know Albus, one second we were fighting and the next we were…'' I stopped, embarrassed, but he understood. '' So are you…together now? Or something?'' '' Or something I guess'' said Malfoy, looking at me warily. ''Yes'' I agreed, earning a flash of joy in his eyes. Albus didn't miss that, but said nothing. ''So you are telling me, Rose and Scorpius'' he drew out our names, like it was strange to use our names in the same sentence, without the foul context. '' That you have slept together?! And now you are thinking of becoming a couple?!''
'' Well…yeah'' Scorp said awkwardly, eyeing me for support. I nodded. Albus was staring at us for long twenty seconds, until he spoke again. '' Listen…you both complete idiots. Until you're completely sure, this doesn't leave the room. Got it? If anyone finds out the press finds out, and then the family finds out and then all hell breaks loose. So until you know you'll fuckin' marry, you both zip. It. Ok? '' He eyed us suspiciously. ''Albus we're not even together, of course we won't tell anyone. Stop being a bossy prick.'' I said, agitated with his bossy tone. ''Besides, it would be just horrific if I showed up with him just a day after I got publically accused of being 'a Malfoy slag'. '' Scorpius looked a bit apologetic. ''Fine. Just keep me updated, don't try to hide this from me'' with that, my favourite cousin got up to leave. ''And you better not stay here and shag after I leave, because that's so wrong and I will hunt you down. I knew this would happen someday'' He glared at us and then flashed us a grin before he disappeared behind the door.
''Well, that went better than expected'' said Scorpius, slumping tiredly on the chair, covering his face with his hands. ''Yeah'' I replied, falling on the bed, letting out a long, relived breath. ''Guess we should have that talk then.'' He said through his fingers. I was just about to reply as my stomach audibly grumbled. I blushed crimson, and he chuckled. ''Maybe it can wait until after lunch. '' He stood up, '' Shall we?''
A/N: So, everyone requested a second chapter. Thanks for reading. There will be at least two more, but probably even more than that. Hope you like it, tell me what you think.