As promised. Grade 12 is a bitch :)
Chapter 4: Diamonds on Glass
"Come in Mr. Malfoy."
Scorpius was ecstatic. This was happening. It was actually going to happen. He couldn't believe it, yet his heart was beating in quick rhythms and his palms were sweaty. What was happening? The future was happening.
Scorpius rushed in, rounding the corner of the office, ready to ravish his prize.
Her reputation. Her husband. Her family. Her life. She was about to risk it all. All for a silly whim. A child. A school boy. A little tiny crush. A fantasy.
She adjusted her hair, pulled it back into a plait. Took it down. A knock at the door.
"Mr. Malfoy, do take a seat."
For once in his life Scorpius was struck dumb. He didn't speak, he didn't move. His body was incapable of it. But somehow without his mind noticing, Scorpius moved to the open armchair and his legs folded in.
Rose smiled at him and reached for a scone on a little table between them.
"Tea, Mr. Malfoy?"
He nodded at Hermione and she smiled at him, a cruel twisted smile as she lifted up the tea pot and carefully poured a small amount into the cup in front of him.
"Sugar, milk?"
Scorpius said nothing, so Hermione took the liberty to do it for him. He was a child, and she was an adult. This was what she was meant to do.
The knock at the door.
"Rose?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes widening with surprise. "Oh honey, what are you doing up so late?"
Rose blushed, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. Hermione could see the red spreading to the tips, the same colour as her cheeks.
Hermione sighed. "Oh honey." She took her daughter into her arms, breathing in her smell. She was half her and half Ron. "What is it?"
"Let's just have one of our heart to hearts like we do at the burrow alright?" Rose suggested, her arms still around her mother.
"Alright," Hermione agreed and held her Rose closer.
Rose reached for another scone. She was fidgety, Hermione could tell. At that moment she was nervous for her daughter, not for herself. Rose stuffed the scone into her mouth again and Hermione gave her another supportive smile.
Professor Kellio, head of Slytherin, gave Rose a disgusted look before continuing.
"As head boy and girl you both are entitled to special privileges as you know." Rose and Scorpius bowed their heads in acknowledgement. "And I know there has been some confusion about the housing situation, what with the renovation of the towers."
Scorpius' eyes flashed towards Hermione, for a split second. A second longer would be indecent with Professor Kellio watching. That was precisely why Hermione had invited the horrible teacher in the first place.
"All seems in order pertaining to the reconstruction, so we should have you moved up by the end of the night."
Scorpius' necked flashed back to Professor Kellio. "You mean I have to move from the Slytherin dorms?"
Kellio gave him a nasty look, her nose crinkling. "There is no have to Mr. Malfoy. This is an honour and a gift by the headmistress."
"Right," Scorpius said, confusion plastered on his face. "So I'm living with her then?" He pointed rather rudely to Rose.
"Sit, sit Rose. I can tell that look on your face. You like a boy don't you." It was Hermione and Rose in her office, teacher and student, mother and daughter. Rose flushed again.
"How did you know?" She giggled only slightly, and looked beautiful doing so.
"You don't get that red for nothing honey."
"Why is he getting so mad?" Hermione wondered. Rose was as lovely as could be. Rose should be the one he's with.
Dread filled Hermione as soon as Rose confirmed her suspicion. It couldn't be… -She felt sick even thinking it.
"It… Well it isn't Scorpius Malfoy is it?"
Rose looked horrified. But a mother always knows. The colour on Rose's face was one of a fire engine. No. No. No. Hermione clutched the ends of her desk, and had an insane urge to bash her head against it.
Her daughter looked up at her, pushing her red brown hair out of her face as she did so. "Do you think he likes me?"
"Scorpius! Settle down right this instant. 10 points from Slytherin!" Professor Kellio barked.
Hermione stared at Scorpius, daggers in her eyes. This was her baby, and what was he doing? He should be happy to even be looked at by a talented girl like Rose!
Scorpius didn't seem to be listening to Kellio; he just stared from Hermione to Rose, a completely blank face as his head turned manually.
Hermione didn't feel anything now, but anger. When Rose wasn't looking, Hermione shot the dirtiest look filled with contempt at Scorpius. He seemed to find himself a second later.
"I'm sorry," Scorpius sputtered. "That was uncalled for." He turned to look at Rose, who seemed to be embarrassed beyond belief. She was attempting to make herself small enough to fit through the cushions of the chair and disappear between the folds. "Rose, you know I didn't mean it like that." He flashed her his perfect smile, and her face mirrored his at once. His hand reached out, patted the top of her hand in reassurance. Hermione twitched only slightly. She was powerless like anyone else to the charms of a Malfoy.
"I've had enough of this now. Your bags will be moved to the heads tower." Kellio turned to Hermione, her eyes just as sharp as always. "Can you inform them of the rest than Professor? I'll call on the house elves."
Hermione nodded and watched as Kellio left the room.
"You both can go too. A good sleep will guarantee you a good grade. Your password is 'Butterbeer'. I expect the house elves will be well worked by the time you arrive."
Rose smiled at her mother and got up to leave as quickly as she could. She disappeared into the darkness of the corridors with an awkward "See you later" to Scorpius.
Her and Scorpius listened to the footsteps fade, both frozen in fear. They both held in their breath, waiting… always waiting.
"You can go now too Scorpius," Hermione said, turning her back towards him.
"Hermione-"
His arm reached out, circling around her wrist. The feel of him, acid, burned her skin.
"What do you think your doing?" Hermione whipped around. Glancing at the door again. No one was there. It was only him and her.
"Just let me-" he started.
She remembered what Rose had said.
"Go!" she yelled, startling even herself at the volume.
"It's just you and me here Hermione." Oh that voice could send shivers down her back. But Rose. Oh her darling Rose.
Scorpius inched closer, his large chest looming over her. He was taller than her, even in her heels.
"You. Are. A. Student." Hermione could hear her voice, venomous and harsh. Nails on a chalk board, diamonds on glass. His eyes didn't seem offended. They were a sea of crystal blue, pooling around in swirls. "You know what could be," was all he said.
"I don't," Hermiome responded automatically. She felt like a child being scolded. She was the adult here!
"It could be a secret." The apple was there, waiting for her to reach out and grasp it. Temptation. Forbidden. Sin.
Oh she wanted him so badly. She could remember how his lips had been on hers and she wanted them again.
"I won't let you pass this up Hermione. I won't let this go. I won't let you go." And he kissed her, his hands cupping her chin, pulling her face towards him, their lips crashing together and his body rubbing hers in all the right places. He grinded towards her; they were both so desperate to feel one another.
She had never been so happy to be wrong in her life.
