Chapter 3
"You Aren't Ugly"
"Please, Tabby, Please. I'll switch with anyone, really. Just not him." I beg her.
"I'm sorry Rose, but you agreed. We have to work the schedule around everyone and this is the system that works best for the majority of people. You will just have to work through your differences." She smiles sympathetically and leaves. I groan, run my fingers through my hair and sit down. A few seconds later the door slides open and in struts the bane of my existence.
"A little birdie told me you asked to switch schedules so that you didn't have to do rounds with me, Weaslette." He states, sitting down across from me.
"Listening at the door again, Malfoy? Because the "little birdies" that actually communicate with you aren't all that knowledgable." I glare at him. He ignores me.
"Why do you want to switch schedules Weasley? Scared you won't be able to keep your hands off of me?" Smirks Malfoy in his usual, cocky way. I nod sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, Baby, how did you know? I want you so bad it hurts. I dream about you. My world means nothing without you." I say in an emotionless, monotone voice.
"See, you say that like you don't mean it, but it's actually true." He tells me confidently.
"How is it true, Malfoy? Please explain to me, in what world my world means nothing without you. You spend all day, every day trying to make me miserable. Hexing me and calling me names. Last year you stalked me for, like, a week just to annoy me. And now you have become a Prefect ... just to annoy me!"
"Wow, you're up yourself, Weasley! I didn't become a Prefect just to annoy you, I was made one so I'm just ... here ... being a prefect. My world doesn't revolve around you, even if yours revolves around me."
"MY WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU! Just because you ruin my life daily, doesn't mean you are my life!"
"Ah but it does, Weaslette, it does. Because without me what would you do with your days, huh? Who would you argue with in the halls? Who would you complain about to your friends? Who would you call your worst enemy? Who would you think about ways to annoy?" For once I don't really have a comeback. Because technically he's right, "Face it Weasley, I make your life interesting." He smirks and leaves the compartment, leaving me speachless and furious. Damn Prick!
"And I just can't believe that Job-Stealing, Cocky, Smug-faced, Little Arse would say that. He's just so infuriating. And I-"
"Shhhh Rosie, you have talked through the whole Sorting Ceremony. We're on the last little firstie. Sheesh, I thought I was the chatty one." Whispers Evelyn. I sigh.
"I know, but he just winds me up. I don't know what it is."
"Maybe you fancy him. It's possible. He is extremely attractive..." I glare at her, "... For a Job-Stealing, Cocky, Little Arse." She finishes with a hopeful "don't kill me" smile.
"Nice save Linny. And you forgot Smug-faced!" I inform her. She just rolls her eyes. As the last little boy is put in Gryffindor our table burst into applause. Then McGonagal gives a small talk about rules etc and we start to eat. A few minutes later I start to talk again.
"Do you really think he's extremely attractive? I mean, I know he's not ugly, I'm not blind, but I'm not sure about extremely attractive." I ask, with a mouthful of chicken. Evie laughs.
"Really? We are still on this? Yes, I think he's hot. He's a prick ... but he's very very hot. And if I didn't know better Rosie, I'd say you agree." She raises her eyebrows suggestively. I hit her on the shoulder but make no move to disagree, something that I know won't go unnoticed.
But I'm allowed to have a worst enemy and still find him hot, right?
Friday is a stressful day, following a stressful week. On top of already getting piles of homework, The 5th work being really hard and narrowly avoiding a detention, my cousin, Lily ended up in the Hospital Wing due to her idiot brother, Al, accidently punching her in the face. God, how is that even possibly. But it's really quite sad, because he's spent the last few days doing nothing but sitting with her because he feels so guilty. Being the only ones in his year, Louis and I have been bringing him homework because he refuses to go to class. Luckily she woke up yesterday though.
There was also a false article published about James and Al in the school newspaper, The Hogwarts Weekly, on Monday. It's run by a whole bunch of students - no teachers - but one of the main writers is a girl in James' year called Hailey Frockler. Since she started it's become less of a news-paper and more of a gossip-paper. And it's all absolute shit. She is a real bitch who seems to have some kind of vendetta against my family in particular. Anyway, She twisted an argument James and Al were having and made it sound like they were fighting over a girl when really they weren't. It wasn't anything major but it really pissed me off. Who knows what kind of crap she'll be printing next!
So I haven't been in the best mood and today has been the worst of all. I've been snapping at Evelyn left, right and centre. I'm just not looking forward to spending my Friday night with the person I loath most in the entire universe, when I could be relaxing with my friends or doing homework or sleeping. Merlin, I wish.
But no it's just gone 9 o'clock and where am I? Standing in a deserted corridor, waiting for Malfoy ... who is already 10 minutes late. And I have to spend a whole 3 hours with him! I slump against the wall and slide downwards until I'm sitting on the cold floor.
"Alright, Weaslette?" Calls a deep voice, cheerily, from down the corridor.
"You took your time." I say, standing up.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting? I'm sorry, I know how much you were eagerly awaiting my arrival. Can't wait to lay your eyes upon my gorgeous body?" He states, smugly. It's only when he mentions his body that I notice what he's wearing. Instead of his robes - or even his normal clothes - he is wearing loose fitting black joggers that hang at his hips and a tight fitting white vest that is practically see through and shows all of his muscles. And he has a lot of muscles. Like, he's not off-puttingly huge, but toned and strong. Probably from all the years of Quidditch (He is a Beater for the Slytherin team). And his bare arms make me want to drool ... Yeah, I'm an arms kind of his hair is all messed up in that delicious way that makes me want to run my fingers through it. Wait ... wow where did that come from? When I realise that he's smirking at me (because I'm standing, looking at his chest with my mouth hanging open) I quickly shut my mouth and stick my nose in the air.
"What exactly are you wearing Malfoy? You are supposed to be wearing your robes, you are on duty!" I scold, trying to maintain my dignity. He raises one eyebrow at me and snorts.
"Merlin,Weasley, Pull the stick out of your arse and shut up. Nobody except you cares what I wear on duty." He says, mimicking my voice at the last part, "I've had a really long week and I am wearing this to save time because I plan on going to sleep as soon as I get back to my dorm. Besides ... I'm wearing the badge." He points to a spot on his vest, just underneath one of his muscular shoulders, that I hadn't noticed. There gleams his shiny badge that reads "Prefect". I wish I could come up with a decent reason to keep ranting at him but to be honest I've had a bad week too and I really don't blame him for wanting to wear his pj's. I wish I was wearing mine. So I just shrug.
"Whatever. So, let's g-"
"Whatever? Did the famous, goody-two-shoes Rose Weasley just say whatever to an outright rule-break? What ever could have compelled you to say such a thing?" He gasps in fake astonishment.
"I have been know to break a rule or two in my time Malfoy, you know that. And ... I just don't care what you do." I tell him, half-lying. He shakes his head and grins.
"Nope, I don't think that's it." He looks at me with intense eyes, a look that feels new to me, and looks me up and down, "I think you are ignoring it because ... you like what I'm wearing. You like looking at my body. You think I'm hot, Weaslette!"
I feel my mouth drop open and start shaking my head and scoffing as if he's wrong. But I feel myself start to blush. God, Why am I blushing!? Malfoy starts to stalk towards me slowly and I walk backwards trying to create a safe distance between us. It doesn't work and soon I am backed up against the hard stone wall. He still edges closer.
"Admit it,Weasley. Admit that you think I'm attractive, that you fancy me." He whispers, narrowing his eyes menacingly. It takes me a while to find my words but luckily I manage to keep my face straight, not letting on hiw he's making me feel.
"Not a chance in hell, Malfoy. I think you are the most vile, disgusting creature that has ever walked the Earth and I refuse to inflate your ego by claiming otherwise." I tell him, matter-of-factly, even though my heart is racing a million miles a minute and my hands are shaking and I'm having a hard time staying standing. I don't understand what's happening to me. I mean, I've been in similar positions with boys before and ... Ok, not similar but last year I went out with Oscar Pinton (my year, Hufflepuff) for a couple weeks and we kissed. A lot. But in the whole time I was with him I've never had these feelings. It's like an electric current racing through me. It's like my veins are on fire. It's like I'm drunk. I've never been drunk but I'm sure it would feel something like this, "Now get away from me!"
"Not a chance, Babe. Y'know, lying does not become you, Weasley. Say it." He murmers in my ear. He's so close that I can feel his breath on my face. It smells amazing - like mint and just ... niceness. It's hard to describe. Even though he is really close, he can still see my (now scarlet) face. I shake my head but when I try to speak my mouth is dry. He laughs softly, something I've never heard before and presses his chest even closer to mine. His hands are either side of my head, caging me in. As if I'd even attempt to leave! As if I can even walk! He stops talking for a few moments, obviously waitng for me to say something but I don't. It's strange, I know I should be freaking out - I want to be freaking out - but I'm not, I'm more ... excited. All I can hear is the sound of both our breathing. Mine is coming a little quicker than his which I pray that he doesn't hear. No such luck.
"I can tell you want me, Weasley. I can tell by the way you are looking at me, By the sound of your breath, By the way you aren't trying to get away. I can do this all night, Weasley, so you may as well admit it." He bends down a little bit (because he's so much taller than me) to look in my eyes. He takes one hand off the wall and trails his fingers slightly down my face from forhead all the way to my neck. Then he just keeps it there. I know he won't leave me alone until I say it so I do. At least I think that's why I say it.
"Fine. You aren't ugly." I say, a little breathlessly.
"That's not good enough, Weasley. I need you to say it. Say "Scorpius, I think you are hot. I want you"." He tells me slowly, as if I'm a child. Though right now, I feel more grown-up than I ever have in my whole life. I take a deep, shakey breath. And I say it, though I refuse to call him anything other than Malfoy.
"Malfoy, I think you are hot." He looks at me with his dark, lust-filled eyes and I know what will happen when I finish. I see his tounge dart out to lick his lips and I am unsure if it was sub-consious or if he did it just to put me more on edge. In this moment he is so hot I almost moan, "And I want you."
I've barely even finished the sentence when he crushes his lips to mine in the most painfully erotic way. All the frustration I've felt for him over the years, all the anger and irritation, it's like it's been building up to this. It doesn't feel like I'm kissing my enemy, Scorpius Malfoy. It feels like I'm kissing Scorpius Malfoy, an extremely hot boy who makes me feel things I've never felt before. A boy I want to kiss and ... more. He doesn't wait long before nipping at my bottom lip for entrance and I grant it to him almost immeadiately. His tounge battleswith mine, just like we do with our words everyday, but unlike everyday I let him win this time. Slowly, the hand he has on my neck drags a trail of fire down to my shoulder, down my arm and ends up on my waist, pulling me even closer than is possible. I moan in his mouth and he chuckles against my lips. Then he takes his other hand, the one not on my waist, and unbuttons the catch on my robes, then slides my robes down my shoulders so that they fall to the ground. He pulls away from me then and looks in my eyes.
"I'm guessing you don'twant to stop?" I don't answer. For a second he doesn't seem like such a prick. Just a hot bloke who I am kissing. Then the prick is back. "Rose Weasley, Speachless? Thank Merlin!" Then he starts kissing me again and on impluse I bring my arms up, wrap them around his neck and run my fingers through his soft, platinum blonde hair. He doesn't wear it slicked back like he used to when he was young, he leaves it as it is - messy and slightly shaggy, though still short. Sort of fluffy looking, but so hot. Then he starts kissing down across my cheek and in the space where my neck meets my shoulder. It's so good that I start moaning ... loudly, which just seems to encourage him, because he starts making little satisfied noises himself. Groans and stuff. It's so good that I don't want to stop. That I want to keep going ... all the way. But when he stops kissing my neck and starts unbuttoning my shirt I know that I can't just do it without thinking. I haven't kept my virginity this long to lose it to Scorpius Malfoy against the wall in a deserted corridor at 9 o'clock on a Friday night. It's not me. Though I'm sure plenty of other girls have done exactly that. I'm not saying I don't want to have sex with him - Merlin knows I want to - but being me I have to think about this first.
"No, wait, Malfoy, Stop." I say, though not with much feeling. He groans in frustration but pulls away.
"What?" He asks, backing off a little bit, though still extremely,painfully close. He runs his hand through his hair and I giggle internaly because I know he's trying to calm himself down.
"I -um- sorry - but I can't do this, at least, not yet. I just need to think and - um - I - I do want to, Merlin knows why, but I-" I ramble, feeling so stupid because I'm normally very good with words, but he cuts me off.
"Weasley relax. I know you think I'm the Devil incarnate but I wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want to do. The thing is though ... I think you do want to. You just don't want to admit it. But if you need to think about it, do that. We should do our rounds now anyway. But if you decide you do want to, next week meet me in the abandoned charms classroom on the first floor, if not ... just do rounds as usual. But this is a one time only offer." I tells me, winks and then walks away. I sink to the floor again, put my head in my hands and take deep cleansing breaths.
Shitting buggery hell ... what have I done? And more importantly ... What am I going to do?
