'I'm sinking inside Baby, we're high then we're low, first it's yes then it's no, and we're changing like the tides 'Cause I don't wanna fight no more, And I don't wanna fight this war
And the masts and lines are broken down tonight.
I swallow my pride
But we're drowning in the ocean and it's tearing my heart open
Yeah, but I want you, I need you, and I guarantee you we'll make it out alive
Even when the waves get rough
I don't wanna see the day we say we've had enough
Bullets coming off our lips
But we stick to our guns and we love like battleships.'
'Battleships' by Daughtry
I just had to say thank you so much to my very lovely and hug-worthy reviewers: Guest, I thought I was the only one and Axy. You were seriously supportive and accepted this story as it is and actually read further than the first chapter! You also all really made my day a couple weeks ago and I would like to dedicate this chapter to you :) (Just as a warning – mature scene at the end!)
I Know Places
I woke disorientated and groggy, not really sure where, or even when, I was. I open my eyes to find Scorpius watching me, the expression in his eyes unreadable. Oh shit.
"Hey," I said softly, my voice rough from sleep. As the events of last night slowly came back to me, a weight in my chest grew heavier and heavier. I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react like that yesterday…"
Scorpius placed a hand on the side of my face, trailing his thumb over my cheekbone. It was soothing and made me wish I didn't have to do what I needed to. There was no way I could be with him while remaining sane. Too much had happened between us.
"It was my fault." Scorpius whispered, his voice catching on the last word. My heart constricted. I didn't say a word. "I know it was. After what I said to you in fourth year and then what happened last year... We haven't talked about anything because we were scared it would ruin what we have, but it is ruining us. I found the pills last night, Rose, and I know that what I did is effecting you more than you let on."
"What we did," I corrected him, ignoring the comment about the pills.
"Yes, but if I hadn't been such a pig-headed jerk we would have started dating then, not a year later when so much damage has been done."
I didn't really know what to say. His words were true and it would have saved me especially a lot of pain, but I didn't want to acknowledge it out loud. It was true that what happened last year ensured that we could never go back to just being friends. We had become too close, and both of us knew we wanted more. That much was evident. The only problem was that my heart was fragile, hanging on by a few threads and I had no idea how much longer it could cling before falling to a crushing death.
"Can you forgive me?" Scorpius asked softly, his voice rough. Looking into his eyes, I could see just how much this was hurting him. "Will you at least give me the chance to gain your trust back?"
I pretended to think about it for a minute, staring into those gloriously beautiful yes of his. There had never really been a choice for me.
"Of course I will give you a chance," I whispered. "I couldn't imagine a life without you."
Scorpius smiled a slow, careful smile that warmed my heart. He leaned over and kissed me, just as careful as his smile, but I could feel the passion he was holding back for my benefit. I didn't want to be careful, I wanted to feel loved and wanted, and I wanted him to make me feel like that again. I pressed my hand against his chest, gently digging my fingernails into his skin and slowly dragged them down his chest and stomach. I felt the muscles underneath my fingers tense, and he nibbled on my bottom lip in response.
I deepened the kiss, repeating the action of my nails down his chest. This time, he growled at me and rolled us over so I was sitting on top of him with a leg on either side. I broke away from the kiss and sat up, the movement making me rub against him down there, eliciting a delicious feeling that spread throughout me.
I wanted him, and from the feel of it, he wanted me too. I grinned down at him, running my hands down his chest again, making him shiver slightly. Having all the control was definitely empowering. Until he flipped us and I was underneath him. I pouted up at him, making him bite my lip again, grinding his pelvis against me, deliberately doing so as slowly as possible. He knew perfectly well just what that did to me.
"Scorpius," I mumbled against his lips, arching my back into him and digging my fingernails into his shoulders.
"Mmm?" He started kissing down the side of my neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. I moaned, no longer aware of anything outside of my dazzling little bubble of bliss.
"I want you so badly," I whisper into his ear, making my voice sound as husky as possible. His hips involuntarily jerked forward into my most sensitive place, causing me to arch my back and press myself further against him. Why did we still have to be wearing clothes?
Scorpius claimed my lips with his, placing one hand under the small of my back to hold me closer to him. I was definitely feeling again, and if possible it was improving with every second. I loved him, and it killed me that I couldn't tell him. But at least I could show him.
Scorpius pulled away, slightly out of breath and bright-eyed. "I'm thinking – with great difficulty, mind you – that this isn't the best place to do this."
I giggled, cheeks flushed, and nodded my agreement. "Maybe not." He grinned down at me and before I knew what he was doing, he pushed aside the strap of my bra and was sucking on the skin just above my left breast. I gasped as the slight pain turned into a strangely pleasurable feeling. I tangled my fingers in his hair and when Scorp finally released my flesh I looked down to see a bright red circle there, surrounded by the pale cream colour of my skin.
I looked up to see him looking pretty damn proud of himself. Smirking, he pecked me quickly on the mouth before rolling off of me. What an ass, I thought to myself, but then giggled again. If I wasn't careful I would start sounding like a love-struck fourteen-year-old all over again. God forbid should that day ever come.
I located my jeans at the end of the bed but couldn't find my shirt. "Umm, Scorp? What happened to my shirt?"
A ball of fabric was thrown my way. "You were wearing that," Scorpius informed me, pulling on his own clothes awkwardly, half-laying down. Shuffling sounds from outside the curtains suggested that his roommates were up. I flushed bright red, realising they could have easily heard what had been occurring not five minutes earlier. I pulled my clothes on as quickly as possible, and as quietly as possible. The shirt Scorp threw at me turned out to actually be one of his sweaters that I stole. This was so not going to help my case when I did my second walk of shame out of here.
Scorpius smirked at me before exiting the realm of the bed, holding a hand out to me through the curtains. "Come, my fair maiden," he said, adopting a ridiculously pompous voice. With how dramatic we are, we totally belonged together. I snorted and grabbed his hand, scrambling unceremoniously from the bed, almost landing on my ass in the process.
"Honestly woman, how many times do you have to fall for me?" Scorp asked, grinning down at me. Albus, looking distinctly disgruntled on this fine morning, scoffed from his position lying on the floor. I stared at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, wondering not for the first time if my cousin was bloody insane.
"He was trying to find his shoes under the bed and kind of just gave up the will to live in the process," said some guy near the door that I swear I have never in my life seen. I looked at Scorpius questioningly, hoping he would enlighten me as to who the hell this guy was. He certainly didn't seem in the least bit fazed that I had just emerged from Scorpius' bed.
I then realised I was standing in the sixth-year Slytherin boys' dorm room and mentally smacked myself for being so stupid. These guys probably had a different girl in their bed every night, although I seemed to be the only girl awkwardly standing here waiting to be introduced to the rest of the room. The others probably had the forethought to leave before anyone else was awake.
"Peter, leave poor Albus alone. When your hair always looks like that, it really makes you question your life choices," Scorpius said, pulling his own shoes on.
I totally had a lightbulb moment then when Scorpius said the guy's name. He was the one who helped Al and Scorp smuggle the Firewhisky up to the party on Halloween. He had been the one who brought the Canary Creams to the dorm. No wonder I didn't remember, I had been too amazed at the brilliance of that plan – that oddly enough Albus came up with. It's always the quiet, slightly mentally unstable ones that surprise you.
I could definitely do with a Canary Cream right now… a big cup of coffee would be wonderful too. Scorpius placed his hand on the small of my back, holding out my shoes in the other. Right.
Breakfast was sufficiently awkward, what with all this sexual tension between Scorpius and I and Al looking back and forth between us like we were a tennis match. I ate my bacon in silence, listening to Al and Scorp talking about the upcoming Quidditch match in a couple days between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Apparently their captain was making them practice every day until the Christmas holidays in preparation for the match against Ravenclaw after the break.
"You could come practice with us, Rose. Otherwise we all know you will just be sitting in the library being a nerd while you wait for Scorp. I'm sure Bane wouldn't mind," Albus said, trying to draw me into the conversation. I raised my eyebrows at him then looked down the table at the Slytherin Quidditch captain, Avery Bane. A burly seventh-year with some serious arm muscles and an even bigger ego than Scorpius (if that was even possible).
"Hey Bane!" Al called out down the table to get his attention. Bane looked over, confused, until his eyes landed on me. He grinned, got up, and walked right on over.
"I didn't know you two were so into inter-house unity and all that shit," he drawled. If this was the guy trying to act cool, I was so not impressed.
"We were just wondering if my cousin Rose here could join our practice today? She needs some fresh air," Al asked him, grinning at me when I glared at him.
Bane frowned, "Do you mean fly with us, or watch from the stands and cheer us on?"
"I am not going to be your personal cheerleader, thank you very much," I snapped. I felt Scorpius' arm wind around my waist, his arm coming to rest on my hip.
"We meant for her to fly," Scorpius interjected.
Bane appraised me sceptically. "Can she even fly?"
"She is sitting right here, thanks. And yes I can bloody well fly."
And that is how I ended up a thousand feet up in the air, hovering on one of the school brooms, trying not to make even more of a fool of myself. I was 'filling in' for one of the Chasers who was apparently sick today. I wouldn't be surprised if the guy was just hiding in his room to get away from these loonies.
They practiced as though it was an actual match, with Bane non-stop shouting instructions to everyone. The funny thing was that it was not unlike the 'friendly' matches we had at home on holidays and stuff when everyone was together. We Potter-Weasley's sure could play a dirty game of Quidditch.
After an hour and a half I was exhausted and covered in mud. It had started raining and I was soaked through. The rest of the team looked to be in similar states of saturated, and no way was I going to be the one to complain first. I didn't have to wait very long though.
"Bane, everyone is bloody tired and it's fucking raining," Albus complained, shivering for maximum effect.
"Fine," Bane said, then yelled, "Everyone! Same time tomorrow!"
I just about collapsed onto the muddy ground when I landed, leaning my hands on my knees to support myself. Scorpius landed next to me and gracefully dismounted his broom.
"Why did I agree to this again?" I asked him.
He smirked at me. "Because you wanted to prove to everyone that you are good at Quidditch and better than some of the people on this team." I stared at him. How the hell is it that he knew me so well? Oh right, maybe because I've been friends with him since second year.
We purposefully walked slower than everyone else, ignoring the knowing looks we got from Albus and Bane. Some of the other teammates clapped me on the shoulder or congratulated me for keeping up with everyone as they walked past.
"Too bad you weren't in Slytherin. If you were, Bane would have asked you to be on the team by now," Scorpius told me, intertwining his fingers in mine and kissing me softly.
"Yes, it is too bad, isn't it?" We looked up to see James standing there, a murderous look on his face. "I can't believe you would practice with them Rose!"
"It's none of your business what I do, James!" I snapped at him. "Like I have told you more than once before!" I was so sick of him thinking he knew what was best for me. When he didn't have anything to yell at me for I didn't hear one peep from him, but as soon as I did something he deemed 'not good for me' he swooped in to tell me off.
"Leave her alone, Potter," Scorpius growled, a dangerous glint in his eye.
I tugged at his hand. "Come on, let's just go." He followed, unwillingly.
"You had better listen to her Malfoy. God forbid should you think for yourself for once," James called out after us. I didn't even have time to react before Scorpius swung around and punched James in the face.
"I hope youthree understand what it is that you have been sent here for," Headmaster Gryffin looked from me to Scorpius to James, who was holding a wad of gauze to his nose to stem the blood flow.
"Well I know I do," Scorpius said, a bored expression on his face, "but why is Rose here? She didn't do anything."
"Miss Weasley was found standing in between you, Mr Malfoy, and Mr Potter here, so I assume she is in the middle of whatever this is." Gryffin looked mighty proud of himself for his role in this. Obviously not many students get in enough trouble that they are sent to the Headmaster. It was true that I had placed myself in between these two idiots, but only so that James wouldn't try to hit Scorpius back.
"You will all get a week's worth of detentions. Starting tonight after dinner, you will meet Professor Longbottom in the greenhouses and do whatever he instructs you to. And twenty points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin. Don't be late to your detentions."
We had been dismissed. I was fuming over this whole stupid situation. Scorpius and I watched as James threw us a filthy glare before stalking off in the direction of the Gryffindor tower. I rounded on Scorpius. "Why the hell did you punch him?" I demanded, livid.
He looked taken aback. "He was being a prat! And don't tell me you've been fooled by his sudden concern for you. Your father is probably paying him to break us up."
That was a valid point. "Well you didn't need to punch him for it," I muttered, still annoyed that my perfect record would probably now be tarnished beyond repair.
"Saves you from hurting your pretty knuckles," the grey-eyed idiot said, holding my hand up to his lips to kiss said knuckles. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Can we just go get cleaned up for lunch? I'm starving."
We ended up back in the Slytherin boys' dorm, which was thankfully empty apart from Al, who was already showered and demanding answers. Scorpius explained quickly, wanting as much as me to have a shower. When he got to the part about punching James, a huge grin spread over Al's face.
"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to look so happy about your brother having a bloody nose," I pointed out to him, slightly concerned.
"Are you serious? I've been wanting to do that for years!"
Scorp patted him on the shoulder. "Sorry I stole your dream, mate."
I laughed and looked longingly in the direction of the shower. "Am I going first or do you want to?" I asked Scorpius.
He smirked ever-so-slightly. "We could always shower at the same time."
Albus slapped his hands to his ears, complaining about not needing to have heard that. I blushed but wanting to hide my nervousness, I grinned at Scorp and stalked into the bathroom. There were fresh towels like usual, which was good, but I realised I didn't have a clean set of clothes. The clothes I wore earlier were in Scorpius' locker in the Slytherin Quidditch locker room, seeing as we had been dragged into the Headmasters office before being able to change.
I swear Scorpius can read my mind, or channel my feelings or something. He walks in with two sets of clothes; one for himself and one for me.
"Thought you might have not realised you have no clothes to change into." He smiles at me, placing the clothes on the bench top next to the sink. He leans against the bench and pulls me to him, kissing me softly. I kiss him back, trying to ignore the mud covering the both of us. I wrap my arms around his neck and it quickly turns intense. I can feel a desperate need building up inside me and although I did my best to squash it down, it kept rising its ugly head and demanding more.
In one swift movement, Scorpius steps us away from the bench, lifts me so my legs wrap around his narrow hips, turns and sits me down next to the sink. I shiver as the cool marble seeps through the material of my pants. Scorpius stops for a moment to lift my shirt over my head and deposits in on the floor with a sodden plop.
I giggle and shiver again as the air caresses my bare back and arms. Scorp puts his arms on my hips and pulls me even closer to him, kissing me again, close enough that I could feel the fast pace of his heart. I could also feel a certain hardness pressing against the crotch of my pants and it made me light up inside with a strange warmth.
Barely aware of what I was doing, I dipped my hands under the hem of his shirt, running my fingers up and down his back, eliciting an answering shiver. He halted our kiss a second time in order to take his own shirt off, baring the deliciously toned skin of his chest, throwing it down next to mine. I was sorely tempted to kiss every inch of him, but restrained myself. I leaned back against the cool mirror, happily taking in the view in front of me.
Smirking and slightly out of breath, Scorp ran his hands slowly down my sides, coming to rest at the waist-band of my pants. Before I knew it he was pulling them down and off, stopping only to remove my boots and socks as well. I bit my lip. Did I want this to continue to where I knew it was going to lead?
I knew the answer before I even asked it.
"You may want to lock the door," I murmured, looking through my lashes up at Scorpius. I saw his eyes darken with desire and pleasure at my words, knowing exactly what I meant.
He complied with my wish, also using his wand to cast what I assumed was a non-verbal muffling charm. He then went and turned the shower on hot, slowly filling the room with steam. If possible, it somehow made my need grow further and all coherent thoughts were swiftly fleeing my mind. When he walked back over to me, I distinctly got the impression of a hunter stalking its prey, making my insides quiver in anticipation.
I pulled him back to me, wrapping my legs loosely back around him, running my fingers through his hair. His hands gripped my thighs, creating a pressure that equally that that was building inside me. When I couldn't take it anymore, I fumbled with the button on his pants. He chuckled when I couldn't manage to undo it, and kindly took over unbuttoning it, dropping his pants to the ground and kicking them off with his boots.
I bit my lip again; damn this boy was fine. I watched as his eyes drifted to my lip and my breathing hitched as they grew ever darker. I couldn't believe this was happening, but no way was I going to stop it. I had been waiting far too long.
Fast as a striking snake, Scorpius kissed me, taking the lip I was biting between his own teeth and pulling slightly. I moaned against his lips. He was torturing me, slowly by surely. Pressing my hips further against him, I wondered if maybe I was torturing him too.
"Scorpius…" He started kissing his way down my neck, and I could feel him feeling for the catch on my bra.
He hummed against my throat, sending vibrations through me. "Please," I whispered, and got what I wanted when I felt the taught fabric of my bra loosen. I let him slowly pull it off my arms. I closed my eyes in bliss and tilted my head back as Scorpius continued the teasing kisses and bites along my neck and collarbone.
His hands gradually stroked across my back, moving steadily towards my stomach, then up around my breasts. The asshole was drawing it out as long as possible, making me wait and want more. I squirmed under his hands, trying desperately to make him feel me more. I think the noise that escaped my mouth could best be described as a mewl.
I felt him chuckle again against my shoulder, and as he pulled back to once again capture my lips, his left hand left my side to cradle the back of my neck, while his right finally drifted over my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple and leaving me convulsing slightly in his arms.
That must have been the last straw of his self-control because he finally discarded my underwear and his own. "Are you sure?" He asked breathlessly. I had barely nodded my consent before I felt him slam into me.
I cried out in ecstasy as all the pressure inside me finally released, erupting into an instantaneous orgasm. Scorpius groaned against my shoulder as he felt me contract around him. After a second, he began to slowly move inside me, building up the pace as that now-familiar pressure built inside me, until the rhythm grew erratic and fast-paced.
Scorpius claimed my lips once again, an arm firmly around my waist as we moved together in perfect alignment. I was on cloud nine, floating on a blissful high. Then reality shattered and I fell from my high, shuddering against him and crying out his name as I orgasmed a second time. Scorpius held on a few seconds longer, long enough to feel every convolution until he too cried out and buried his head in my shoulder.
I sat there for a second, gasping to get my breath back.
What the hell had I just done? That was what a small part of my brain was screaming at me. I ignored it, choosing instead to kiss Scorpius softly when he raised his head to smile weakly at me.
It feels like it's been months since I last updated, but in reality it's been like, what, two weeks? I've been heaps busy writing essays and other boring stuff :( oh and I'm knitting a blanket, so that's fun! Please review what you thought of the chapter :)
By the way, I have adjusted a few details the first few chapters so some things fit better with what I have planned, so do re-read if you get bored waiting for me to update again. Foreshadowing is wonderful, is it not?
