A/N: So this chapter is just as great as the others (in my opinion) but I don't know how well you'll like it. You should (again, in my opinion) but if you don't that's your issue, sorry. /:

Listen to: The Brilliant Dance by Dashboard Confessional


The Brilliant Dance

"This is incredible, starving, insatiable. Yes, this is love for the first time.
You'd like to think that you were invincible, yeah well, weren't we all once before we felt lust for the first time?
This is the last time. This is the last time. This is the last time."


She slammed the door in his pain stricken face, locking it furiously as she did so. She couldn't tell what he was feeling on the other side of the panelled wood, but she hoped it was worse than what she was feeling at that particular moment, as selfish as that sounded.

A stupid fight, sprung from the past problems of their fathers. Who cared whether or not their families accepted them? He had made it clear that he was giving up nothing. Who cared what her father thought? Her family had welcomed him well enough, her father and cousin James being the only exceptions. But she'd give their approval up in a heartbeat to have the love she and Scorpius shared.

So why had they fought about something that seemed to be resolved? Rose collapsed on the floor in a heap of tears, the sobs coming so hard that she had to gasp for air and clutch the locked handle.

The handle of the door where Scorpius himself stood on the other side, listening to her heartwrenching sobs and trying not to let her know how responsible he felt for causing them.

He didn't want her to give up the one good thing in her life - her family. He didn't have that. Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass had never been the best parents. True that compared to their parents they could be easily called saints, but they failed to provide Scorpius with the love that he had always craved. The love that Rose so generously gave to him without question.

He slammed his fist into the wall beside her bedroom door, where they had shared their very first kiss the summer between fifth and sixth year. Leaving a dent that he didn't care to repair, he hardly felt his knuckles bruise and crack. He didn't even bother to wipe the plaster from the wound he had inflicted upon himself.

Her tears subsided, and he was grateful. He failed to admit to himself that she was probably huddled in fear on the other side of the wall he had just dented. He was just grateful not to hear the painful sobs that tore his heart apart from the inside out.

That night she felt hollow. She hadn't remembered him leaving, but it must have been after she cried herself senseless, falling asleep on the hardwood floor of the bedroom they had sometimes shared. The bedroom her mother and father had given her when she was old enough to sleep alone. They weren't home now, both had gone on holiday in the Bahamas with Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny.

Too bad, she thought, mum would know how to make this hurt seem bearable.

She rolled over in her bed to face a picture of a smiling, happy Scorpius Malfoy. She'd taken the picture herself when they attended the Yule Ball in seventh year. He looked dashing in his jet-black dress robes and his perfectly tousled blonde hair. His eyes shined with the love he felt for her at that moment, and they sent a wave of heartbreak down her spine.

Rose leaned over and gently turned the picture to face the table top. A single tear slid down her cheek as she tried desperately to grasp the sleep that would not come. The words, 'Maybe we should take a break.' rang in her ears over and over until the sound became deafening and she succumbed to the tears left unshed.

Scorpius looked down at the lame attempt of an apology he had written to Rose before setting the letter on fire. As he watched it burn he thought about what she might have been doing at that exact moment. He hoped she was sleeping, he didn't want her up all night like he was, forced into a sleepless night of agonizing heartbreak.

He stood up and boxed all of her belongings she had discarded around his flat. He took the unopened birthday present he had bought her for her birthday that next month and set it carefully within the box of her belongings.

After he finished with this, he went to his bedside table and retreived every letter and note she had ever written him. He stared down at the hate note she had written him in first year, in which she had declared him scum between her toes and told him that her daddy had warned her of his tricks. With the trace of a smile played on his lips, he set the bundle inside the box of faded memories as well and stuffed them beneath his bed, hoping that the time never came when he would be forced to give them back.

His breathing came in short, ragged intervals. He couldn't think. The clock was stuck on the number eight in the kitchen of his flat.

The thought of him had her heart racing. She was starving for his love, the hunger insatiable. She would remember his incredible, piercing gray eyes for the rest of her days on earth.

He was mesmerized by their brilliant dance of love, where there was no lead. Where the two of them danced by their own standards, whirling and twirling and occasionally switching partners for a few moment before their hands met once more.

Because no matter how many times the two would 'take a break,' Rose and Scorpius would always find their way back to each other, because they were that much in love.


A/N: So how did I do at conveying some more raw emotion? Good, bad, ugly? Hopefully not ugly, because that would just be ridiculous. I think it's good, but that's just me. You probably think that I'm a cocky writer by now, but I hope that's not true. These are actually some of the few drabbles I'm proud of! I think it might be okay to show a little self pride every once and a while, right? Eh. Maybe not. I'll try to cut back on it.
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