Chapter Seven
"You're going to have to stop hiding from her soon," chuckled Albus, standing in the doorway of the Gryffindor Seventh Year Boys' dormitory. "Besides, she can get in here."
Scorpius stared up at the curtained ceiling of his former bed in his former dormitory. He'd come here to sleep last night and to stay here whilst everybody else had gone to classes. He'd barely slept, just tossed and turned listening to Eli Finnigan snore. He knew missing lessons was stupid but he knew everybody wanted to know who the new Keeper and Chaser would be. Not just the people who had gone to try-outs, but generally the whole school. A captain who delayed in making the decision of who was on the team was practically unheard of. He was acting like a coward and he was pretty sure Rose would kick his arse for acting like a baby.
"If your cousin is going to castrate me I would rather it would be done here rather than where everyone can see," replied Scorpius, rolling onto his side to face Albus who had walked over to sit down on his own bed. "Have you told her where I am?"
"No, but I'm not the only person who sleeps here," said Al. "The professors wondered where you were as well. I just said that you had a really embarrassing illness that you didn't feel comfortable showing Madam Pomfrey and that you felt best that you just waited it out."
"Gee, thanks," said Scorpius, throwing a pillow at his laughing friend. "So how angry is she?"
Al sighed. "I'm not sure. A load of people have been sort of being making fun of her."
"How so?"
"Well, mainly because you didn't let her on the team straight away, idiot," said Al. "It's mainly from Gryffindors so it's not in a mean way but you can tell it's a blow to her pride all the same."
"I never meant for that to happen," admitted Scorpius, seriously. "Do you think she's, I don't know, hurt? In like an upset way?"
"If she is she would never let people know," replied Al. "Even me, because she knows then you'd find out. In my opinion though, I think, yeah she is hurt. She loves playing Quidditch, even if it is just to keep her dad happy, and now you might be taking that away from her."
"She only plays because of her dad?"
"I think it started off because of that," explained Al, his green eyes looking pensive. "My Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione love their kids. That's clear enough to see, but they have high expectations that they don't even realise that they're setting. Rose likes to keep them happy, that's why she has to play Keeper like her father and she has to be smart like her mother, why she's Head Girl. If you don't give her the position, she'll think that she's let her father down and she hates to disappoint."
"I guess her parents don't realise that she's not the goody two shoes she likes to portray then?" asked Scorpius, with a chuckle.
"No, they don't," said Al, with a wry smile. "You best not tell her that I told you all of that by the way."
"Don't worry, your secrets safe with me," said Scorpius.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I think if I knew that, I wouldn't be hiding in your dormitory, Al," sighed Scorpius. "I honestly don't know what to do. They were both great at it. They both saved the same amount of Quaffles."
"They?"
"Rose and Savannah?"
"Savannah?"
"Savannah Greenwood."
"Who's she?"
"She's a Fourth Year," explained Scorpius, his hazel eyes starting to twinkle. "She's got this great spirit and attitude and Al, you should see her fly. It was mesmerising. She flew with such grace. She's a really lovely girl and she really wants to be Keeper."
"Oh Merlin, you like her!"
"No, I don't," denied Scorpius, with his eyebrows raised.
"Yes you do," grinned Albus. "And you want to give her the position so she likes you back."
"I think I could get her to like me just fine without giving her the position, thank you very much."
"But you want to give it to her though," commented Al, softly.
"Yeah," smiled Scorpius, running a hand through his silky blonde hair.
"You know if you give this Savannah girl the position and then you go out with her, Rose will kill you," said Al seriously. "She'll think it wasn't fair."
"I know, and then Savannah will get poorly judged because of it and she doesn't deserve that," frowned Scorpius. "She actually seems like a good person."
"As opposed to?"
"Well, you know the type of girl I usually date," drawled out Scorpius with a chuckle.
"Oh you mean the slim gorgeous girl with loose morals type," replied Al with an eyebrow rose.
"I go out with nice girls too, you know," said Scorpius, defensively.
"You don't 'go out' with any girls," said Al cynically. "You have flings with girls, whether they're nice or not. I've never actually seen you in a proper relationship."
"Yeah I have been," scoffed Scorpius, taking a moment to think back. "I'm sure I... I must have been. How about... erm... Elsa Vasiey?"
"Doesn't count," dismissed Al. "You only dated for a month and it was purely to please your parents. You barely even saw her."
"Okay, fine, but maybe I do want a relationship now," suggested Scorpius, scrunching up his face in a very un-Malfoy like manner. "And maybe Savannah is the perfect girl to start one with."
"Alright, then," smiled Al. "Maybe she is, and for your sake I sort of hope she is. It's about time you stopped shagging everyone like a rabbit in heat. You can't do that with this girl, she's only a Fourth Year."
"I know that she's a little young but she's fifteen and I'm seventeen so I see nothing wrong in that," explained Scorpius. "Besides, I think for once in my life, I want to take it slow with her. I don't know, Al, there's just something about her. It sounds so cheesy and cliché but it's true. She just sort of makes me smile."
"You're right. That is cheesy and cliché."
"What if I don't give her the position and then she hates me?"
"Then you don't get to create a beautiful fulfilling relationship that will change your life forever," said Al sarcastically with a grin. "On the plus side, your testicles are free from the wrath of Rose."
"There is always a silver lining," quipped Scorpius, smiling. He sat up fully, resting his chin on the palm of his hands as his elbows were placed on his knees. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
"Yep."
"I need your help, Al, I really don't know what to do," confessed Scorpius pleadingly.
"I can't really help, I don't know nothing about Quidditch."
"I know you don't but you're my friend and I trust your judgement," admitted Scorpius. "Whichever one I pick I think I'm screwed anyway. If I pick Rose then I upset Savannah and I really don't want to do that. If I choose Savannah then I piss of Rose and that would be a really bad thing to do for the sake of mankind."
"You do realise I'm biased; Rose is my cousin."
"I was hoping you'd overlook that," said Scorpius with a slight smirk.
Al grinned back. "I think that you already know who you're going to pick and you just have to admit it to yourself."
Scorpius had realised that hiding out in a dormitory that wasn't even his own anymore was pretty pathetic for a wizard who had come of age. Therefore he decided to hide out in the Captain's Office instead.
He had several bits of parchment strewn out over the desk with Quidditch plays and lists scrawled all over them. On the plays, he had drawn out little stick figures for each position; the Keeper named X. Al's words had hit him hard; "you just have to admit it to yourself". What was he supposed to admit? Or more specifically, who? He hated McLaggen for making him the new captain. Not that it was mainly his fault but it was too easy not to blame him. After all, why didn't he make his little shag buddy captain and then this would be a really easy problem to fix. He would never have even crossed paths with Savannah and that was probably going to be another problem all together.
"Knock, knock," interrupted a voice, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He looked up to see Rose stood in the doorway. She was still wearing her school robes even at this late hour, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. He stared at her face, trying to gauge her emotions. It was hard. Her lips were pulled up to one side in a tantalising half smile and her bright blue eyes were not dulled but were neither in a blazing fire of anger. She was definitely hard to read.
"Hey, Rose, what are you doing here?" asked Scorpius politely. Seeing her here made him feel so guilty, he couldn't help but be as nice as he could.
"What do you think?" replied Rose, raising a perfectly raised eyebrow as she closed the door behind her and walked towards him. She leaned her hip against the side of the desk and folded her arms.
"I'm sorry, Rose," said Scorpius honestly. "I know you want to know what's happening but for a long time, I haven't known what's been happening myself."
"That's okay," said Rose, with a brief smile. "I know how hard it must be. I saw the way she flew, Malfoy, and I saw the way you were looking at her. She's my competition."
"Savannah and I, well, there's nothing going on there in case you thought that," explained Scorpius, sitting up straight in his chair.
"I believe that," said Rose softly. "But I know what I saw. I suppose I sort of deserve it, after all, I was sleeping with the Captain last year."
"I would never take any personal feelings into account," said Scorpius seriously. "My feelings for Savannah are my feelings. They're not the Quidditch captain's feelings."
"You know things aren't that easy," frowned Rose, moving to stand in between him and the desk. It was a tight squeeze and she ended up standing in between his legs. He raised his eyebrows at her. "So to make things easier, I thought I'd plead my case."
"Rose, please don't do this," said Scorpius softly, shaking his head gently.
"No," smiled Rose, whilst placing a hand on his shoulder. "I think you'll have a whole new perspective on things after I'm finished.
She stared at him with a blue eyes twinkling playfully as she slowly unfastened her robes. As she shrugged her shoulders they fell to the floor, cascading into a pool by her feet. Scorpius let his eyes roam her body freely for a moment. She was wearing a black lace bra and matching panties that contrasted with her creamy pale skin. He couldn't help but linger over her breasts, as he dry swallowed. Her long bare legs were in between his and it seemed as though the temperature had risen a few degrees.
"Rose, what are you-"
"Shusshh," interrupted Rose, her voice liked velvet. She grabbed his collar and pulled him up to his feet. He followed her lead, his mind still in a state of shock. "I'm just doing what I need to do."
She placed his hands on her waist as she wrapped an arm around his neck, pressing her body against his. Her other hand was quickly undoing his shirt buttons. She was placing hot, kisses along his jaw line and it was making his trousers feel incredibly tight. It was too hard not to respond to something this easy.
He grabbed her face and pressed his mouth against hers, moaning into it. He raked his fingers through her hair as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He groaned as he felt her cup his hardened manhood through his trousers. It also sort of brought him back to his senses.
He pushed her away from him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He frowned, picking up her robes and throwing them at her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Weasley?"
"Malfoy," said Rose quietly, as she put on her robes. She didn't bother to fasten them up, a small slit at the front still showing her creamy skin. Her eyes were subdued and he could truly see her vulnerability. "I'll do anything you want to be Keeper."
"You'll seriously have sex with me for this?"
"If that's what you want," said Rose smoothly, quickly pulling herself back into the act of sultry seductress, putting her hand on his chest.
He grabbed her by the wrist firmly and took it off. "All the times I have made snide remarks about your sex life, never once have I actually lost my respect for you. Until now."
"Please, Scorpius," begged Rose, looking at the floor.
"You know what, you are the keeper," exclaimed Scorpius disgustedly. "I had decided that before you even got here. You didn't have to stoop so low. Do you even have respect for yourself? Just please, cover yourself up and get out."