Scorpius POV

It's getting towards that time of year where there's frost on the ground, the smell of pine in the corridors and the buzz of excitement for the Holidays.

Everyone is already discussing whether they're staying or going. I always go home for Christmas which should be exciting but this year I'm actually dreading it. I don't want to have her absent from my life for two weeks. Not just sex – although I would miss that too. The thought of not seeing her actually scares me.

Why does it scare me?

I don't get to be alone with Rose often enough for my liking but I see her in passing every day. Since our relationship has begun, she now smiles at me every day. Sometimes she says hello and over the last two days, she'd stopped to ask how my day had been.

People suspected. Rumours had already spread that we were seeing each other. I thought these might unsettle Rose but she hasn't indicated so. I'm torn on how I feel about them. Part of me loves being open – to be able to glare men down with reason when they stare at her. Another part of me likes that our relationship is a secret – it makes it dirty and hidden and rushed.

I'm walking out of the Great Hall in the evening as quite a few students are. I'd decided to eat earlier today due to missing lunch. When I get near the staircase, however, there is a commotion. A crowd is forming and I push through with my friends after I hear someone mention Rose's name. At the front, I can see she's stood opposite a red-faced Ravenclaw who is giving her trouble.

"Oh look, everyone is gathering round! They all love to gawk at Easy Weasley, the school's biggest whore!"

"Oh, fuck off Lance. Jealousy really isn't your colour." Rose sounds vaguely annoyed but I can tell by the way she's tensed and by the blaze of her eyes that she's furious. Silent anger is something I'm familiar with.

Lance laughs arrogantly. She rather round, her face looking squished like a pugs with small, glaring eyes. What are the chances that all of Rose's family miss this so no one can come to her rescue? Although, maybe they are here but know she'd skin them alive for making her look like a damsel in distress.

It's as if there is a snarling beast in side of me desperate to lash out at the Ravenclaw for the disgusted way she's looking at Rose. There's malice in the girl's eyes and it's enrages me.

"Me, jealous of you? Who would want to be a laughing stock? No one has any respect for you, Sleazy Weasley!"

"Plenty of people respect me, babe. I'm the best witch in our year. You're still hung up on the fact that you just can't beat me."

Lance sieves at this but I grin. My Rose knows how to defend herself.

"What's the going rate again? Five sickles for a blowjob, a whole galleon to be yours for the hour! I forget!"

"I'm much more expensive than that. Not that you'd know what it's like to be desired."

"Shut your mouth!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot. The only boyfriend you ever had ended up in the broom cupboard with me. Sorry about that."

Lance whips out her wand and points it at Rose who stares at it, looking barely amused but I can see her fingers itch towards her pocket.

Lance's words are hissed and I almost miss them.

"I hate you!"

Rose's eyes narrow. I feel a fire unlike anything before rise up inside me. How dare she say something like that to Rose! I want to strangle her before she can sprout anymore venom.

Before I can control myself, my wand is out and the words are on my lips. A ball of blue energy fires out of the end of my wand and misses Lance by mere inches. She jumps back and immediately stares in my direction, infuriated. My wand is in my robes immediately and I shuffle backwards so I'm less obvious.

"Who cast that?" she screams at us.

Rose's head is also looking in my direction and, to my horror, her eyes find mine. My face must show my rage and therefore my guilt because I see her eyes blaze at me. I know I've made her very angry. Before I can react, Rose whips out her wand and hits Lance with a Tongue-Tying Curse.

Lance freezes, terror in her eyes as her mouth stands agape like a goldfish. Rose glares and then fires a Stunning Spell which Lance raises her wand to deflect. She cannot say the incantation, however, and falls back unconscious. Rose walks over to her, looking morose.

"Hate is a terrible thing, Lance."

With that said, Rose moves towards the stairs and the crowd parts, some of them looking at her with awe and others with fear. Professor Flitwick is the first on the scene, taking in Lance and squeaking,

"Who did this?"

I glance up and see that Rose has vanished down one of the corridors at the top of the stairs.

"Follow her, mate," says Xavier from beside me. I glance at him and he's giving me a pitiful kind-of look.

As subtly as I can, I follow her. Once out of view most of the students I dash down the corridor I presume she went down. My anger is still burning but it's smothered by concern for Rose. Anger had been something I'd gotten from my father – something I'd always tried to restrain. Merlin, I shouldn't have tried to hex Lance. It wasn't my fight.

But she deserved it.

Rose comes into view when I turn a corner but I freeze. She's leaning against one of the windows, her back to me but her arms are wrapped around herself defensively. I'm able to see the side of her face and it is strained with melancholy, her eyes full of memories and her mouth downturned a little.

I instantly just want to hold her but, as I approach her, her head snaps in my direction. Eyes as fiery as her hair, she hisses at me,

"Fuck off, Scorpius Malfoy!"

I'm dumbstruck by her reaction. Her face is darkened as if by shadow, a deep, forlorn sadness in her eyes. Merlin, this has really upset her. I want to come to her aid immediately. To hold her and whisper something to make it better.

"I mean it!" she barks and then walks briskly away from me.

There's something in her voice that catches my attention – its humiliation. She's embarrassed that she's been caught in such a weak moment. At least, that's what I tell myself as I shamelessly follow after her again.

Could she be angry that I tried to hex Lance for her? Definitely. Angry I followed her? Very maybe. Angry I want to comfort her? Probably.

"Rose, stop! You're not getting rid of me."

I can see her shaking her head gently but her pace slows down. Quickly catching up with her, I can see that she is raging. She slowly clenches and unclenches her fists, her eyes watery and her mouth set in a hard line. Tensing her shoulders, she won't look at me but she allows me to walk beside her.

I don't know what to say. She's obviously not alright but what can I say? I should have really thought of this.

She huffs angrily and surprises me by turning and punching the stone wall violently. Letting out a cry, she grits her teeth and then holds her hand.

"Merlin, Rose," I say, reaching out to take her hand but she refuses. She does however give me a hard look and I'm scared she's so angry at me that her next words will be venomous.

"I don't know why this is effecting me so bad. It shouldn't make me this upset."

I can't help but be confused. I am, however, endlessly relieved to find her anger is self-directed. Mostly.

"What she called you was horrible, Rose. Anyone would be upset by it. It was uncalled for and vicious-"

"Oh," she sighs, shaking her head, "I'm not upset about what she called me. Silly girl is just jealous and looking for someone to take out her anger on. I get it a lot."

I blink, amazed.

"How do you ever put up with that?"

She softens a little, giving me a sad look.

"I just got used to it pretty fast. It's what happens when you're like me."

I know she means someone who is provocative and sexually deviant but it still shocks me. What kind of life is that for a young woman? Bullied, attacked and duelled wherever she goes.

"I'm so sorry."

She gives me a surprised look and then looks defeated.

"No, Scorpius, I'm sorry. Merlin, I shouldn't have told you to fuck off. I just… need to deal with these things alone. People just mess up my feelings."

I nod and know I should probably leave but she stops me, taking a deep breath and admitting,

"I'm upset because she said she hates me." Her voice is quiet.

"It's one of the worst things to hear." I croak. Especially from a stranger.

She gives me a considerate look and then sits down on the floor, leaning heavily back against the wall. I do the same, thankful to not be sent away.

Two students pass, giving us suspicious looks so I glare at them and they pass us quickly.

I want to hold her and tell her she's an amazing person that no one could really hate; the large heart I got from my mother tells me I need to comfort her, make her smile and laugh. But that just isn't Rose. So instead I listen.

"For so long now, hate is a demon I've been battling. It's like this blackness inside my chest that consumes all my happiness. My own internal dementor. It makes me so angry all of the time and it's like it physically hurts beneath my ribs. I want it gone. Forgiveness if the only route but forgiving what I need to forgive… It's almost impossible."

Her eyes find mine and I sense she thinks I won't understand. She continues.

"Hate is like cancer in the heart and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. To hate someone is to torture yourself for the rest of your life." She takes a moment to compose herself, "I mean, I know the things I do hurt people. I'm a terrible person and I don't want to be. Everyone I meet gets burned but I can't help it."

I realise now that the thing that always attracted me to Rose is the fact that she's broken too. It's obvious now that something truly horrible happened to her – something dark and unspeakable – and it screwed her up. The Rose everyone sees and knows is the scared girl desperately trying to regain her footing in the world. It makes me want to cry for her, to want to avenge whatever tragedy made her this way… but another part of me knows I won't ever find out what it was.

"The reality of the situation is -" I say to Rose softly and bravely taking her hand in between my own, "– that the 'hate' Lance feels can't compare to what you feel. She's angry, hurt and jealous all at the same time so she doesn't know what to feel. You're a constant reminder of the betrayal of another so she wants you gone but her feelings will fade, probably in a couple years' time. It really isn't the same, Rose."

She's staring at me and her lips form a hard line. I think she might punch me from the anger in her eyes but she completely surprises me by embracing me. She's tense but then she buried her head in my shoulder and I rub her back gently. I don't hear any sobs or feel the dampness of tears but I allow her this secrecy to contain herself until she's ready to speak.

I want to say that in this moment, having her in my arms feels so right. Like destiny. But really, it's awkward and a little uncomfortable. I do want to enjoy it but all I can think is what thing cold have happened to her to make her so raw and emotional underneath. I could guess but Merlin, it gives me goose bumps chasing phantoms.

She pulls back from me sharply, taking deep breaths. Finally, however, I'm offered a small smile.

"I suppose kissing someone's boyfriend in a broom cupboard really isn't the same."

I try to give her a comforting smile but I can sense she's still a little angry. Deciding I should lighten the mood, I raise my eyebrow at her and give her a playful look.

"Did you really steal her boyfriend?"

She rolls her eyes and her smile turns provocative. I'm well aware that she's still holding my hand but I dare not look in fear she'll retract it.

"It was a party in the Ravenclaw tower. I got seriously drunk and I'm pretty sure I made out with everyone but honestly, by the end of the night there were just Fifth, Sixth and Seventh years about and lots of people were at it. I kissed pretty much everyone."

"Wait, everyone? Like… girls?"

She smirks at me and nods. I can't help the flush of arousal that darkens my face. Her face creases with a thoughtful look and then she sobers a little and says,

"I've kissed a lot of people. Some of them strangers, I'll admit. But… despite what everyone says, I've only had sex with three guys and you're one of them. The other two were last year, six months apart. I like to flirt and tease but someone has to be special for me to want them."

I also sober as I consider this. I'm ashamed to say I thought the number would have been larger. Would she lie?

"Did you seduce them?"

She seems a little taken aback with this but she nods.

"Sex was always something that terrified me because it's the ultimate submission for a woman. I didn't fear the pain. So, the first time it happened I was just as surprised as he was. I mean, I didn't plan for it to. But I liked it – I found that sex done a certain way was the most empowering thing I've ever done."

I am actually relieved she's as selective as most girls. It makes me feel different from the other guys. Sex is one thing, I realise, and there are plenty of other things she could have done with countless guys. She sucked me off before she slept with me. But honestly, I don't want to know. Not yet anyway. Better to maintain the illusion.

"What about you, Scor?"

Then her question sinks in and I'm flushing terribly, dreading having to recount my experiences. Fair is fair.

"I've only done it with one other girl. She was my girlfriend for a couple months and she was the first one of my girlfriends to really put it out there, you know? She really wanted us to do it so I complied-"

"Naturally," murmurs Rose, amused. I feel my face burn hotter.

"Anyway, it… didn't go so well. I- uh," I rub the back of my neck nervously, "I didn't really know how to prepare her so I hurt her and then I started feeling really bad. She told me to carry on and I did but afterwards I just felt like I'd kind of used her. We tried a couple more times and it got easier but… I really wanted her to feel good too. She wouldn't let me go down on her."

She doesn't comment but rather asks, "You've had a lot of girlfriends, then?"

I shrug.

"I've had some. What about you, how many boyfriends have you had?"

She face drops and I immediately regret asking it. A dark, haunted look passes across her eyes.

"I had a couple in my youth," she murmurs, but I can tell she's trying to gloss over it. "Since then I wouldn't class my partners as boyfriends. I mean, there was adoration and interest between us. And loyalty, of course," she adds, giving me a worried look, "I wouldn't want you think I cheat on guys. I won't deny I'm a flirt – old habits die hard – but I'd never, you know…"

I nod slowly, feeling uncomfortable that she still walks around giving boys that seductive look she first gave me. But that's part of the package – she warned me.

"You're my first boyfriend in a long time."

She giving me a warm smile that washes my concerns away and leaves me a little breathless. She squeezes on my hand and I feel the desperate need to kiss her. She shifts however and stands, pulling me up with her. Letting go on my hands, I'm downtrodden but content to have seen this part of her.

"There is someplace I have to be," she announces.

I nod, smiling and reply,

"I'll see you later then."

She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, offers me a small wave and is walking back the way we came. A group of three Hufflepuffs walk past us. Only a few steps away, Rose turns back suddenly, remembering something.

"You tried to jinx Lance."

"Yeah, I did," I say tentatively and she gives me a weak smile.

"Thanks for the help," she steps back a little now and she eyes look dangerous, "But don't ever do it again."

Something inside me roars in resistance to her need to be independent and I reach out to grab her arm, my voice low.

"I want to protect you. You're mine to protect." I'm struck by just how much I sound like my father.

Rose's reaction, however, surprises me. Her face darkens carnally, her mouth opening slightly as breath rushes out of her. Before I can prepare, she dives at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her lips are on mine. I catch her, feeling her push herself right up against me. My body reacts to hers.

I'm rushed for breath when she pulls away, giving me an expression of total arousal.

"Someone could have seen that," I breathe and she smirks.

"I know." Grabbing a tight hold of my hand, she pulls me towards the end of corridor and pulls back a tapestry, revealing a small crevice in the wall. Big enough for two. "Inside."

I obey quickly and she pulls the tapestry closed behind us, leaving us in almost dark.

"I thought you had somewhere to be?" I whisper.

"It can wait," she purrs as she kisses me again, her hands pulling at my jacket which is soon on the floor, followed by my shirt. She kisses my neck slowly as she feels my bare chest and back, sending thrills through me. I let out a little gasp as she sucks on the sensitive skin on of my neck.

Merlin, this woman is driving me insane.

"You like to please?"

She words are said against my skin and they make me shudder.

"Hmm?" I murmur as she caresses my back gently.

"Do you want to please me, Scorpius?" I blink at her, struggling to see her in the low light. Her eyes are hooded, her mouth parted a little.

"Yes," I breathe, desperate to make her moan like she does to me.

She bites her lip at my reply and I capture her mouth in response. I'm holding her chin, my kiss possessive. She takes my hands and places them on her blouse which she begins to undo. I take over and soon it is on the floor, her pale flesh beneath my fingers.

I pull back and just look at her. Amazingly, she's blushing under my gaze and it just makes me want her more. Her bra is covering her breasts and I'm in no rush to take it off, admiring the curves of her waist and the way her chest moves up and down as she breathes heavily.

"Someone could walk in on us at any moment. We should cast a Muffilato Charm."

"No," she breathes, her eyes capturing the allure of being in danger. My blood heats with the arousal that comes from potentially being caught.

Merlin, I'm a deviant too.

She reaches behind herself, unclips her bra and as it falls to the floor, my mouth goes a little slack. I reach out, caressing the soft flesh of her curves, my fingers teasing her already peaking nipples. She lets out a heavy breath and my body takes over carnally, all nervousness gone. I reach down, holding her by the curve of her back, and take one of her nipples into my mouth. I flick my tongue over it and suck gently as I remember girls like.

She rewards my actions with a quiet moan, arching into my mouth and I repeat it on her other nipple, loving how she squirms a little under me.

"Go lower," she mumbles and I swallow as I trail downwards, kissing her stomach and hips. I reach the top of her jeans and stare as she undoes the buttons agonising slowly and reveals white lace. She pushes them down her hips and I admire her underwear, stroking her instinctively.

She tenses underneath me but her eyes are dark with arousal. I haven't had much opportunity to explore a woman's sex and take my time trailing between her legs where I feel a dampness. My cock hardens further as I feel her, desperate to make her wetter.

A low guttural sounds comes out me – instinctive and possessive. Her eyes widen and she shudders.

I pull on her panties until they're part way down her legs like her pants. She's totally bare and my breath becomes shallow. She bites her lips again and pulls apart her folds so I can get a better look at her. Her sex glistens in the low light. I reach down and finger it slowly, rubbing along her folds, enjoying the wetness.

I reach her clit and stroke it tentatively. Her eyes flutter and she bites her lips harder. I move down until I'm at her entrance which is hot and wet. I remember the feel of being buried inside her and I'm desperate to do so now. The smell of her arousal makes me dizzy with need. It's musky and earthy and completely Rose. I want to taste it.

A larger part of me, however, wants her to be totally ready for me so I can be inside her. I don't want to hurt Rose – ever. The Aphrodisiac potion took care of it last time but now it was all natural. I preferred it this way. I know she wants me desperately because she's attracted to me.

I circle around her entrance with my finger and she throws her head back, gasping a little. I begin to stroke her clit where I know she's more sensitive, rubbing it in a small circle, pressing down lightly. Her eyes find me, hooded with pleasure. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

I bring my other hand down and push up into her entrance tentatively; she's tight, hot and wet. She bites her lip again, her face looking a little strained but she doesn't halt me. I push my forefinger all the way into her and feel her clench around me a little. Merlin, I want her clenching like that around my cock. It throbs for her in my pants, making me feel constricted.

"That feels good," she murmurs and I move to kiss her neck gently. I continue to rub her with one hand and push a second finger in with the other. Her body tightens around the second intruder but she moans quietly. Beginning to move in and out of her in at a slow pace, I start kissing her neck more passionately, sucking slightly on her collar bones and licking up her throat.

"Oh, Scorpius… Scorpius… Ah!"

As I'm thrusting into her with my fingers, she's becoming slicker. Parting her legs more, I'm able to move more freely and quickly, my pace becoming rapid. She's moaning quietly now and I push my tongue into her gasping mouth to quieten her which only seems to make her louder.

I'm fucking her with my fingers inside her and my tongue in her mouth. Fireworks are going off in my mind and I feel pre-cum leak out of me, desperate for release.

She puts her arms around my neck, her noises making my tongue tingle. She starts to clench around me, her body tensing slightly. I'm moving feverishly, desperate to make her come.

"Oh, that's it!" she gasps quietly, pulling away. "Keep going like that. Ah! Scorpius!"

Her hooded eyes are boring into mine as she lets out a surprised gasp and then falls apart, her walls pulling at my fingers as she climaxes. The sensation is amazing and I don't want her pleasure to end.

When she opens her eyes, she's grinning at me. Merlin, I want her. She senses this and quickly steps out of her clothes so she's totally naked before me. Pulling her wand out, she puts it between her teeth as she reaches down and undoes my pants.

My erection has sprung out towards her before I know it and she strokes it in appreciation, sending sparks before my eyes. I'm so sensitive, I have to swallow a groan as my eyes flutter shut. I want to blow my load then and there but try to desensitize myself, desperate to fuck her for as long as I can. When I open my eyes, she floating before me which surprises me.

She pulls me forward towards her and wraps her legs around me, her hands tangling in my hair as she breathes heavily against my lips. The tip of my erection pushes up against her wet entrance and I groan, her wetness making me throb. She thrusts her tongue into my mouth and I need no more encouragement. Grabbing her hips, I pull her down as I thrust into her.

The sensation is as blinding as last time – she's warm, wet and tighter than before. She hisses a little and I freeze, allowing her to stretch around me. After a moment, she nibbling my ear, thrusting her hips into my gently. I begin a slow pace, lost in the sensations the friction sends through me. I feel my balls tighten and pleasure already pools somewhere at the base of my spine.

She strokes all down my back, scratching me slightly with her nails which leaves me tingling and sensitive. Ravishing my neck, her hot breath only arouses me more and I'm thrusting faster, too turned on to take my time with her. She's moaning quietly into my ear, her legs tight around me.

Due to the Levitation charm, she bounces up a little every now and then so I have a tight grip of her hips, pulling her down with every stroke. From this position I'm able to push right up into her, to my hilt.

She leans back a little, her eyes shut in pleasure and I watch her breasts bounce slightly with each stroke. Stroking up my chest now, she does something which surprises me. She circles one of my nipples with her fingers and it hardens quickly. Then, almost painfully so, she pinches it between two fingers and then releases it quickly, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasp, surprised and push up into her roughly, making her jolt similarly. She grins at me.

I growl and capture her mouth. She pinches my nipple again, a sensation I already love and I start moving faster and harder. I'm fucking her properly, her slickness wetting my whole length. The intensity of my pleasure, however, is too much to handle and I come quickly, thrusting up into her hard. I moan into her neck, spilling my load into her.

I twitch inside of her and she gasps, her face a mask of pleasure at the sensation. When I pull out of her, her legs are still wrapped around me so I hold her against me by her buttocks and she gives me a satisfied grin.

We pant at each for a moment, the smell of sex heavy in our alcove. I breathe her air, our faces close and I feel intoxicated with Rose. Merlin, I could fuck her all day. My cock twitches at the thought.

"You need no help pleasing a woman, Scorpius. You're already a natural," she breathes.

Her compliment relieves me more than it should and I'm nuzzling her. For once, she doesn't pull away and kisses my head affectionately.

"We should dress before we're caught," she whispers and I nod.

Ending the spell, she drops to the ground and reaches around for her clothes. I cover myself and pull on my shirt and jacket. I can feel how flushed my face is and I know my eyes are dilated from the rush of being with Rose. My after-sex glow is making me dizzy. I watch her fix her hair with a whip of her wand and I reach up to flatten mine.

When we're ready, she gives me a nervous smile and then sticks her head out. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me out with her and we walk down the corridor quickly but casually. I can't help but grin.

We walk past a teacher who barely pays us a glance and I see Rose smirk. Her face is flushed from climaxing and then being roughly fucked… and maybe from the rush of knowing what we just did. She looks simply beautiful, her face rosy and her lips swollen.

"I'm going to meet my cousins in the library," she tells me softly. She opens her mouth to say something else but then pauses and frowns. I'm gage that's she debating whether or not to invite me.

"I don't know if I can ever be in a library with you again after last time. I might not be able to control myself." My voice is low, husky and she gives me a dark look.

"I'd like that," she purrs and I can feel myself getting hard again. "But I don't think my cousins would appreciate it." Her tone is more playful.

I stop her and take hold of her by her waist.

"Thank you," I say with a smile and she starts a little.

"You don't have to always thank me for sex, you know," she mumbles and I laugh.

"I'm not," I kiss her gently, "I'm thanking you for letting me in."

This seems to make her uncomfortable but she gives me a soft smile that makes me want to kiss her deeply.

"I had fun," I murmur, staring at her lips and she nods.

"Me too," she replies quietly.

Something passes between us – an unspoken conversation. A whisper that we've become something more. Something intimate. Something… real.

"I'll see you soon." Her voice is trembling slightly. I kiss the corner of her mouth and then let her go.

She starts walking away from me, turning back to wave.

I nod at her, feeling conflicted. She is really trying to let me in but I sense it can be difficult for her and she can't do it for long periods of time. I berate myself in my head for being annoyed by this; I knew what I was getting myself into. I wanted this. Sighing, I watch her walk away.