Chapter 4
Signs
Rose's POV
Intolerance to alcohol maybe, but that did not stop the hangover.
Rose groaned.
Rose's dream Scorpius had told her that he would show her a sign, a sign to tell her it's real. Today was all about looking.
Prina stood by her bed with a potion in hand and a glass of water.
"Prina I love you," Rose swallowed the potion and began to sip the water, Prina sat down beside her.
"So, did anything happen?"
"I have a sickening feeling that Nott tried to rape me, but other than that no." Rose groaned
"What, Nott?"
"Yeah, think someone pulled him off, I'm not sure if I dreamt it or not. I'll see how he is today."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about me not being there, I would have loved to have come."
"I know, you will be there at the next one though,"
"But I get drunk so easily!"
"I'll look after you."
The potion kicked in and the two headed down to breakfast, with extra potions for Albus and the others.
They found Albus, Scorpius, Hamley and Nott already down and sat at Gryffindor.
"They're all waiting for us to give them the potion, look; they're not even at Slytherin."
Prina sat down next to Albus so Rose slid down in the space between Albus and Scorpius.
Rose held out the potions and the boys eagerly grabbed them.
Nott grumbled, "I still feel sick, I don't remember much, remember passing out about half way through the night. Woke up in my bed, not sure how it happened."
"I think I carried you," Hamley said.
"Ah, thanks for that."
Albus had his head in his hands, "I vaguely remember leaning against a wall for ages,"
"Oh, I put you there," Scorpius supplied.
"Did you get me back here too?"
"Yeah, me and Weasley."
Rose pondered, could that be a sign, but then even if she had not been drunk she still would have done that, regardless of her dream.
After the potion began to kick in Albus declared, "who's up for a game of Quidditch?"
All the boys and Rose voted in, Prina hesitated, "I'm not sure."
"You can be goal," Albus said.
Finally Prina agreed and they headed off for the pitch.
Rose, Scorpius and Albus, being on their teams, hurried off to get their brooms while the others got some school ones.
"Right, so we've got Rose and Hamley as Chasers with me in goal, then Scorpius and Nott as chasers with Prina in goal." Albus summarised.
"How is that fair, you've got two good brooms and Weasley?" Nott complained.
"Well she can switch, but I think this is fair." Albus said.
Nott quelled when Rose said, "seriously I'm about the same as Malfoy."
"Whoa, did you just admit to being the same as Scorpius on something?" Albus asked astounded.
"Yeah, so what, we'll see who's better when we play next year." Rose grinned at Scorpius, who raised an eyebrow back.
They all set off, Rose rummaged around in her pockets for a spare hair bobble when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around, Scorpius dropped a red hair bobble into her hand, a smile lingering on his lips, he mounted his broom and took off.
Rose stood staring at the bobble for a few seconds, it was hers.
A steady hand pulled at the bobble in her hair
She gaped up at the flying figure of Scorpius Malfoy, oh my, it really was not a dream.
"Come on Rose," Albus called.
Filled with elation Rose kicked off to join the game.
They won of course, the Nott was too scared to tackle her properly, Scorpius on the other hand. Rose was perfectly happy to ram into him and pull the quaffle from his arms, but he had a habit of grabbing her waist and puling her down. It would not have normally succeeded if his touch didn't made her mind go blank.
In a way Rose wished she still thought it was a dream, now she blushed in his presence and his slightest touch drove her wild.
She recalled back to her first 'dream' he'd said he would send her a note when they could next meet up, Rose waited anxiously.
She got her note during Potions the a few days later.
Rose was packing up her books when a small scrap of parchment fell out between them, "Tonight, same place."
Rose glanced at Scorpius next to her but his face was impassive.
Rose could hardly stand the wait until the evening, she left as soon as nine o'clock arrived, hurriedly rushing to the library.
He was leaning against the table where she normally worked, and before she had any time to start feeling embarrassed he swept her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss depended much faster, he broke off before Rose was ready, but he began planting open mouthed kisses along her jaw line and to her ear.
Rose was gasping in pleasure, his one hand slid sensually up the back of her shirt, the other entwined with her hair, tugging the band out of it.
Two days later Rose saw her bobble around Scorpius' wrist, concealed by the sleeve, she smiled. She remembered him slipping it on there after he'd said her hair had smelled nice and he wanted to remember it.
It was really real, she could not believe it.
They continuously met every few evenings, topping themselves up on each other's drug.
It was all going well, but they wanted more. They both knew it, they wanted more.
They still fought around their friends, they still treated each other how they used to, but when they were alone in the library it was different. It was passionate, it was love.