Hey! It doesn't look like I'm going to be putting my weekly oneshot up today so I thought I'd do another chapter of this. Once again may I add, I'm not sure about this story and I certainly don't feel it is one of my best pieces but its nearly all written and seeing as ! have exams coming up I don't have time to write much at the moment. Review please?

He Has Three Rules

I swore to myself I wouldn't let it get to me again but as I saw Charlie McLaggen curl up in the corner of the library with Amelia Longbottom I felt my heart break a little more. Charlie had been my first proper boyfriend and when I say proper I mean we were together for nearly two years before he broke up with me for that slag, Scorpius had near enough broken his nose for it but no matter what he said, nothing seemed to fix my broken heart. I couldn't be here, watching them together, I could feel the tears prick my eyes, I wasn't generally this self-centred but Charlie McLaggen had been my one weakness. His sandy blonde hair that he gelled up matched his perfectly round, sea green eyes that used to light up when he saw me, now he only has eyes for Longbottom. I never was all that friendly with Amelia but now through no fault of her own, perhaps maybe just her choice in clothes, I could not stand to look at her without feeling an overwhelming sense of jealousy. I could never compete with that.
I turned to leave, fleeing the scene like the coward I was, I ran straight to the dorms, with curfew looming I wasn't about to get caught roaming the corridors all for my love of a Gryffindor boy.
It just so happened that I ran headlong into Scorpius who was looking extremely bored on the end of Angela's arm. He saw my tears even before I looked up and he immediately enveloped me in a hug throwing apologetic eyes at his date,
"I'm sorry Ang, duty calls, see you tonight yeah?"
She threw me her bitch-y glare before smiling sweetly up at him and purring seductively, "You bet baby."
As soon as she had left Scorpius pulled me into an alcove,
"Rosie, Rose? What did he do now?"
"He did nothing, I am just crying, I must be hormonal or something, don't worry Scor I'll be fine, go find your date,"
"Not until I know you are okay," he smiled down at me
I wrapped my arms tighter round him and buried my head in my chest, "It just hurts so much," I practically wailed at him.
"I know, I know Rose," he said reassuringly rubbing circles on my back, "and I know this is a long shot but in a way you are lucky,"
I looked up into his soft grey eyes, "how so?"
"At least you feel it," he spoke ever so softly, "when I'm with a girl, they all seem so meaningless, like I shouldn't be with them,"
"Well maybe that's the universe's way of telling you to date properly," I giggled through the tears, "flowers, romantic dinners, goodnight kisses and chocolates, lots of chocolates," I mused, the tears now rolling silently but more slowly down my cheeks, I looked up to see a grin spreading across his face,
"And spontaneous picnics, walks round the grounds and necklaces," he finished, "nothing I haven't heard before Rosie,"
And then the thought crossed my mind, 'what would it be like to be the girlfriend of Scorpius Malfoy?' But it left as quickly as it came when he dragged his thumb softly across my cheek, drying the tears and leaving a burning mark in their place,
"Shh Rosie, it'll all be okay. You deserve so much better than him, you deserve flowers and romantic dinners, necklaces and chocolates, you deserve the lot." I shook my head, "you do, you are so caring Rose, you are completely selfless and kind. Any guy who had you should feel like the luckiest guy in the world, you deserve someone who always tells you how truly beautiful you are, who complements your hair which falls like a fiery waterfall down your back, McLaggen doesn't deserve you," he whispered whilst smoothing my hair.
"Scor,"
He pushed me back and looked me straight in the eyes, I got that gooey feeling you are supposed to get when his smile softened and I felt like I was melting at our closeness,
"Yeah?"
And then I kissed him, it felt right and perfect, he was a boy and I was a girl, he was my best friend but I didn't care.
As it went on I got more desperate, I needed more.
His hands were on my waist gripping so tight I was sure they would leave bruises, his tongue exploring my mouth hungrily. It ended far too soon, his grip on my waist loosened and his forehead rested against mine, breathing heavily he said
"Not me Rosie,"
Silence.
"You deserve to be dated, you deserve everything from the sun and back, I can't give you that Rose," his voice deepening when he said my name
We stood there frozen for what seemed like forever, his hands still resting on my waist, his frame towering over me, I could tell he was trying to reassure me, let me know everything was okay, but who was he kidding?
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
"No Rose, it's me who should be apologising, I shouldn't have let you..." And then he stopped realising he had said exactly the wrong thing; he registered the hurt on my face before I did as I pushed him away from me, my palms burning from the contact. Call me a coward, but then I ran.
He didn't follow, he didn't have to, he knew as did I that it was my fault, I screwed up possibly the best thing in my life.