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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, and sorry that I haven't updated for a while. But I'm still writing, and trying to finish this story.

WARNING! This chapter is not betaed (yet)! So there will be even more mistakes than usually! Don't continue if you're afraid of errors. And this is kind of pointless too...Try not to get bored.

CHAPTER 6
Wish I Could Shut My Playboy Mouth

It hurted. The pain was radiating from her back to her whole body , all the way from her shoulders to her toes. She slipped her bathrobe off, and hissed silently as it hit the floor. Her muscles were stuck. And with a baby on her stomach, kicking her kidneys out, was most definately not helping the situation.

It was weird, seeing her stomach so flat and trained, but still feel that small stirring inside it.

She muttered lowly under her breath, removing the charm. A bit for a bit, her body started to fill out from various places. Her breast, thighs, waist, bum, and finally, the belly. There it was. She sighed as her feelings radiated from disappointed to relief. For a while that whole baby-thing had felt unreal, more like a dream.

But now, one glance in the mirror told her that it was true. She placed her hands on her stomach and tried to imagine her life with a child.

A huge yawn stretched her jaw and she cursed herself for being up so late. After all, it was not smart to be up at 3:14 in the middle of the night. She rubbed her temples tiredly. Damn those prefects and their privileges and rules.

Why couldn't the Headmistress build a huge bathroom for all the seventh years? That way she could take the bath without any risk of getting caught. 'And without the risk of falling asleep in potions class'. She could almost imagine professor Malfoy's sneer.

Slowly, she lowered herself in the warm water. Small moan escaped her lips. It was worth it she decided and mentally thanked the person who invited hot baths.

Minutes passed by and she closed her eyes. Perhaps she could take a nap, now that her back wasn't keeping her awake. She drifted to sleep...

BANG!

Rose opened her eyes quickly. What was that? Someone was at the door, trying to get in. She had placed locking charms on it, but she knew they wouldn't last that long. Quickly she scratched some bubbles to hide her nudity. And her belly.

The door slammed open.

"Who's there?" Harsh voice demanded from the doorway.

Rose closed her eyes and exhaled. For a moment there she was scared that it was some crazy killer.

"Lower your goddamn wand Malfoy, you idiot. You scared me to half dead." Her voice came out as a hiss. Of course it was Malfoy. It was always him.

"Weasley?" He was clearly taken aback. Rose didn't know whether to cry on laugh.

"Yes, you moron! Or do I look like Moaning Myrtle to you?" Scorpius seemed to get over his shock and he smirked slightly. Rose groaned.

"On a second thought, don't answer to that." He closed his mouth with a loud snap, but widened his smirk. Somehow that managed to annoy Rose.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy? Are you spying on me?"

Scorpius sneered. "Don't flatter yourself. If you must know, I put an invader spell here two months ago when some stupid second year found this place. It warns me when an unwished person enters here. And as you see, it worked."

His smirk was back on its place and Rose was once again reminded that not only Scorpius was a prefect, but he was also the Headboy. And it was past curfew. And she was in the prefects bathroom without being privileged to do so.

Fuck. She was in so much trouble.

"Did a cat got your tongue…" Scorpius started with a singsong-voice. Rose suffocated her anger, knowing she would only get into more trouble if she loosed her temper. Now she had the slightest chance to get out of there without week worth of detention.

"As pleasant as this has been, I'm kind of tired and I must go now. So if you'd excuse me…" She trailed off and looked at him. Scorpius quirked and eyebrow up and stared back.

"Then be my guest, Weasley. What's stopping you from leaving?" He feigned ignorance, but from the devil glint in his eyes, Rose could tell he knew exactly what he was doing.

Luckily for her, she wasn't stupid and with a winning smile she waved her wand. "Accio towel"

But he was faster and with his quidditch reflex he grabbed the white cloth before it achieved her waiting hands.

"Tut-tut. You know well that using magic is forbidden in the Prefects bathroom." It was his turn to taunt.

"Oh come on, you just made that up!"

His eyes narrowed. "What was that Weasley? I think that I know the rules better than you. as I am the Headboy."

She gritted her teeth together and forced another smile. "Well, as you see, Malfoy, Both, my towel and my bathrobe are hanging right beside you and unless you give them to me, I can't get out of the tub."

Rose knew he wouldn't let her go that easily, but she had to try. She crossed her fingers and hoped. Of course it didn't work, and she knew it immediately when the boy in front of her put on his 'prefect face'.

"I don't see any obvious reason to that. Get out of the bath before I decide to deduct some points from Gryffindor."

"This is sexual harassment you dolt! It's not legal!" She was starting to panic. Normally, she would've obeyed immediately, but without the spell that hid her swelled stomach. Her hands couldn't cover it all. And she couldn't just perform the spell if he was watching.

"Oh come on, Weaslut. It's not like I haven't seen it all before." He was obviously enjoying the situation and Rose felt like throttling him. If he just knew…

She lowered her gaze stubbornly.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor." Coldness seethed through his bossy voice. He was clearly getting annoyed. Any other person would've probably pissed themselves from fear, but Rose was another case. She had never been afraid of a bully nor she would start it now. Her eyes narrowed.

"Get out of this room or I'll come and kick your arse out of here so hard that you'll be unable to walk for a month!" They both knew she would do it if she had to.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for threatening the Headboy!"

She almost threw her hands up in frustration. "Oh fuck you Malfoy!"

"That wouldn't be new to you. Seventy points from Gryffindor!"

"Million points from the biggest loser in this whole world! And by the way, it's you!" Ouch, maybe not the best of the insults, but she was out of words. The nerve of Scorpius!

"Hundred points from Gryffindor. Get. Out. Of. That. Fucking. Bath." He was yelling now too and he looked about ready to explode. There was something very Ron-Weasley-like in that look...

That was it, she had had it. With a quick movement, she grabbed the large sponge beside her. Before he had time to react, she had already flung it towards him.

Satisfying splat told her that she had hit the target.

Without even looking at him, Rose muttered the glamour spell under her breath and then calmly accioed her bathrobe.

Wand ready, she turned to look at the blonde boy, who was now wiping the soap out of his eyes. He was absolutely seething.

"Weasley you fucking…" Animalistic growl rose from his throat and Rose gulped. She turned to run but it was too late.

Before she knew it, they were lying on the ground, tossing soap and water all around and screaming like children. The bathtub was floating over, but neither of them noticed.

Scorpius was laughing and his grey eyes were sparkling. Water was dripping from his blonde hair as he bended over Rose to tickle her. She was laughing too, begging him to stop, but at the same time she was rubbing shampoo on his nose.

And so it went on.

Finally they were too exhausted to continue. They just laid there, soaking wet and panting. Rose still had only her bathrobe on, it was a wonder it hadn't fell off. She had dried foam everywhere and she just knew it would probably take hours to get it all off. Magic-soap was a bitch if you let it dry.

Scorpius wasn't looking any better. His hair was sticking out everywhere and somehow his shirt and left foot sock had ended up on the floor. And he too was covered in foam.

Rose giggled on the sight of him and soon they were both laughing again. She caught his eye.

They were surprisingly close, shoulders touching. A small jolt went through her as she realised it. She stared him. He stared her. Just like the old times.

Rose's eyelids fluttered as she leaned in. Their lips were close, so close...

Suddenly he was gone. The warmth left her body immediately and she shivered. He was already standing and pulling his shirt over his head. The cold mask was back on its place.

She turned her head away in embarrassment.

Footsteps moved further away and the door slammed shut.

And she was left alone in the freezing cold bathroom. But she couldn't move. She stayed there for hours, hugging her knees and crying her heart out.

The headline is from Lady Gaga, again. This time the song is Just Dance
This is definately not one of my good chapters as you probably notice...I'll maybe re-write this if I have the energy.

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