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Rose

I am so bloody stupid. I run up to my common room, abandoning my jumper along the way. When I finally make it to the portrait hole and mutter the password, I'm sweaty. Well sweatier. I rip off my school button down as I make it to my room. I collapse in bed in my skirt and bra, breathing heavily. I hear footsteps in the common room a few moments later, and tense up. When they don't come my way, I relax a little.

I touch a hand to my bruised lips, still tingling. I bite my lip, and stifle a smile.

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Scorpius

When I wake up the next morning, I remember two things. One; it's Sunday, which means I will be in bed all day. And two, I kissed Rose. And she kissed me back. I grin to myself, and realize my lips are a little bruised. Rolling out of bed, I stumble down the stairs to my bathroom, needing a shower.

I run into something very solid, and look up at Rose. She blushes as red as her hair.

"Sorry." She mumbles, walking past me, still in shorts and a loose band shirt that she slept in. Her hand is on her neck, as she steps out the portrait hole.

I smirk; she's going to breakfast in her pajamas. I mean, not that anyone would mind, but still. I take a long hot shower, taking my time. When I finally get out, I'm dressed in jeans and an old shirt. Rose is sitting on the other side of the common room.

"Hi." I say awkwardly, from across the room. I kick myself inside my head for speaking.

"Hello, Malfoy." She doesn't look up from her book. Curled up in and armchair, still in her shorts, she looks irresistibly cute. I shake that thought out of my head. Where do I get off thinking shit like that?

"So you're speaking to me?" I ask her, just to be sure.

"Yes." She doesn't elaborate, and pushes her reading glasses up her nose. The thick frames look cute on her, instead of nerdy.

"Really?"

She sighs, and looks up at me, "Yes really."

I try not to grin, "Why?"

"If you keep questioning me, I won't talk to you at all."

I clam up, and collapse on the couch next to her. She gives me a mildly annoyed look, but doesn't move away from me. I take this as a victory. She doesn't look up from her Muggle Studies book again, and ignores me. I doodle on a spare bit of parchment, before telling her, "I'm bored."

"Then go do something." She looks up.

"Like?" I ask her.

She shrugs one shoulder, and sticks her impossibly cute nose back in her book.

Her hair is piled on top of her head, with little fire-red tendrils falling out. I curl a strand of her hair around my finger absently, and she looks up again. She throws her book aside, and jumps on me.

I laugh, and pull her lips to mine; her gripping my hair and pressing herself against me. She's half sitting on my lap, legs hooked around me. I kiss down her neck, and she pulls my shirt over my head. Grasping for the bottom of her shirt, I slide it up her stomach; smirking at the gasp I get in response.

She leans into me, nails gripping the back of my neck. That's going to leave a mark, but I'll worry about that later. I flip her onto her back, and she smiles flirtatiously at me, before pulling my face to hers again. Her glasses have already been discarded, along with my belt. I tug at her shorts, and she lets them get thrown across the room as well.

I hear the portrait hole swing open a little too late, jumping up from the couch and trying to locate my shirt when Al says, "Hey, anyone…"

Rose is sitting up on the couch, hair a mess and only in her shirt and underwear. I'm in my jeans, holding a shirt with what I'm guessing is a very red face. Al just turns and walks right out of the room. I thrown on my shirt as I quickly follow him.

"Al!" I call after him, as he strides quickly away from me. He turns so quickly I almost slam into him.

"I thought you hated each other." He states, arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable look on his face.

"We do." I respond, not lying nor telling the truth.

"Then what the fuck was that, mate?" He questions, half-smirking now.

I don't answer, and he just shakes his head with mock—or possibly real—disapproval. Looking at my feet, I feel myself go red again.

"If you hurt her I will murder you, best mates of not." He tells me seriously.

"It's not like we're dating," I spit the word out like its poison, "or anything."

"Or anything." He repeats, and laughs. "Still, if you do, you're dead."

"You should tell her that." I respond, and he cackles.

"Her? Hurt you? Hate to break it to you, but you're the heartbreaker here." He looks me in the eye.

I mock-pout, and he just laughs. Hitting me on the shoulder, he says, "I'll see you later, it's too weird to talk to my best friend when his pants aren't buttoned."

I quickly fix my pants, blushing a dark red. He chuckles again, and walks off.

I turn back to the common room, and find Rose sitting on the couch. Her shorts are back, but her shirt still isn't fixed. She's stuck her nose back in her book, and despite her glasses being perched firmly on her nose, she somehow hasn't realized her book is upside-down. Smirking I sit back next to her. She doesn't look up, but I see her ears turn pink.

Brushing another strand of flame colored hair away from her face; I pull her towards me again. She tosses her book aside, and straddles me.

I could really get used to this sharing a common room.