Monday, December 19, 2022
Scorpius knew it was only a matter of time before she got around to what she had wanted to tell him in the library. He was curious what it could be that was making her fidget this much. They were nearing the end of their patrol and could sense she was about to finally reveal what was on her mind.
"So, Malfoy, you're a guy." She started off trying to sound casual, but he could tell she was just stalling for time.
"Well spotted." He chuckled
"And I'm a girl… and you're reasonably intelligent."
"First in our class." He retorted blithely.
"And modest," she muttered.
Scorpius smirked.
"And we get on well… and, well…" She closed her eyes and took a breath before rushing out the words so quickly he thought he might miss them. "Well I was just wondering if you would go to the Slughorn Christmas party with me," she said all in one breath and opened her eyes. "As friends of course," she tacked on lamely.
He was momentarily surprised she had gathered the courage to ask him. He had planned on asking her himself the next night. "No," he replied lightly.
"No?" she asked feeling nauseous, embarrassed, and a whole host of unpleasant emotions.
He answered back quickly. "No, I won't go with you, not as friends at least."
Realization sparked in her eyes and she swatted his arm lightly. "Prat," she complained but smiled hugely.
It was the same smile she had flashed him their first night of patrols together. It drew him in like a niffler to a galleon.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and he couldn't wait any longer. He had been thinking about this moment since he first teased her in the hallway all those months ago. When she flipped her hair back and he saw that one little freckle near her ear, he lost it.
He kissed her like her lips were air and he couldn't breathe. She smelled like parchment and strawberries and the treacle tart she had eaten after dinner.
She seemed paralyzed for a split second, but her instincts quickly took over, clasping her hands automatically behind his neck and weaving her fingers through his hair.
She wasn't sure she could call them passionate. Scorpius's lips had brushed against hers like the feather on a quill tickling her mouth as she thought about what to write next. And then they were gone. He'd pulled back before she even had time to close her eyes or adjust to the fact that Scorpius Malfoy was kissing her. Purposely. Without embarrassment. She'd been confused and looked in his eyes to try and understand his meaning. But then he was kissing her again with that same light touch, like a whisper, like smoke, before it was again over all too quickly. Each kiss had called to mind a single word, one that she'd never associated with Scorpius before: gentlemanly.
Whenever he had snogged someone before he was always able to keep a rational part of his mind focused enough to wander. With Rose, however, his brain was so completely overwhelmed by this kiss that he could barely remember his own name. All that seemed to matter was her name.
Red.
Her hair, her blush, her strawberry scent, Red. It was all he could see. All he could smell. Everything was Rose. His Rose. He pulled away slightly for breath and kissed the freckle near her ear. She was more flushed than he had ever seen her before. All he wanted to do was see Red for the rest of his life.
A/N: Hi friends. I think the story is over. Then again, I said this story was going to be a one shot and then I wrote six more chapters… so I dunno, I may come back to it. But for now, this story is at a stopping place. I just wanted to say thank you to all of the lovely people who have taken time out of their days to read, favorite, review, and alert my stories. You guys rock and I'm so flattered.
PS/shameless self promotion: I wrote another scorrose story last night called Four Times Rose Wanted to Kiss Scorpius (And One Time She Did) that I'll be posting in a few hours.
