Just to clarify: ROSE AND SCORPIUS ARE NOT DATING.
Sorry for the long wait!
Scorpius
Al kicks me when I tell him in great derail how I shagged his cousin before dinner. I only told him because he wouldn't shut up about Georgiana. I take my bruised shin as a small price to pay for the look of absolute horror and disgust on his pale face. And his refusal to speak to me for the rest of dinner is just punishment of the regular sort. It's not my fault he's so sensitive. Merlin.
….
After dinner, in the common room Rose attacks me with ferocity that she can only manage when extremely pissed. I don't mind. I'll most likely have bruises and bite marks when I wake up though. I pull away from her with great risk of being injured, "You okay?"
She just nods, and pulls my lips back to hers; wrapping her legs around me and tearing my shirt open, disregarding buttons. I'll repair it later. I pull away again, and she gets that angry, desperate look in her eyes. "Stop doing this to me." She whines.
I smile a crooked smile, and she groans, "Stop."
I wipe off the smile and ask her again, "Are you okay?"
She glares at me. "Did you really stop snogging me just to ask if I was okay?"
I nod and flip her so I'm on top of her. "I'm not letting you up, and I'm not kissing you until you tell me what's wrong."
She digs her nails into my neck, and pouts so adorably I almost abandon the idea. "Tell me what's wrong." I pout back at her until she sighs.
"Lily." She tells me, but doesn't elaborate.
"What about her?" I roll off her so we're laying side by side. She turns to look at me, my hand resting on her hip.
"She's just been being a bitch to me. I think she knows we're…" she trails off, unsure how to finish the sentence.
"How would she?" I question, running my hand down her thigh and pulling her closer to me so our lips are almost touching. When she responds her lips move against mine, forming words.
"She knows everything."
I brush a dark curl out of her eye, and cup her cheek, pulling her lips to mine. When we break apart, I tell her, "She doesn't know me. Or you, really."
She frowns at me, brow furrowed. "Why the hell are you being so sweet?"
Shrugging, I smirk at her, "I want to get laid." I pull her to me roughly, and flip her back over on her back, pressing myself on top of her.
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Rose
"So, what's been going on with you lately?" Dom asks me over our cauldron.
I finish skinning the last frog we need, and throw it into the mix with a squeal. Rolling her eyes at my squeamishness, Dom raises an eyebrow at her unanswered question.
"What do you mean?" I counter, wiping my hands on my robes before re-pinning my bangs back. Trying to avoid looking into her inquisitive blue eyes, I turn away from her with the excuse of needed to wash my hands.
When I return, shaking my hands dry, she fixes me with another look. "You've been spending a lot of time in your common room lately. And you run off after classes everyday and don't tell me where you're going."
Shrugging, I respond, "I have a lot of homework. I'm studying for the N.E.W.T.s."
"You could study with me." She looks almost hurt.
"You know me, Dom. I like working alone. I can't concentrate very well on my studies with other people around." I lie.
She shakes her blond head. The movement makes her silvery hair catch the light, and a few looks from the boys, and even a few girls in our class. They eye her lustfully as she takes no notice, only wanting to here the truth. "You hate studying alone, Red." She uses my childhood nickname as a way to irritate me into fessing up.
"No I don't." I reply, and make a face at her, "And you know I hate being called Red."
She comes out of nowhere with a question, "Does Malfoy call you Red?"
"What?" I furrow my brows at her, "He doesn't call me anything."
"But you guys fight all the time, so he has to call you something." She responds calmly.
My heart starts beating faster. I feel sweat on the back of my neck from the combined heat of fires burning and stress. "He calls me Weasly, I guess. Why does it matter what he calls me? He's scum." I say these words with such a conviction that she has to believe me.
"You know, Rose, I've seen you bullshit your parents, Hugo, and teachers way too many times than to be bullshitted by you." She responds, folding her arms over her chest. "You're shagging Malfoy aren't you?"
"Dom!" I exclaim, and look around to see if anyone is listening. My face heats up under her gaze. "What kind of a whore do you think I am?" I ask crossly.
She rolls her eyes at me once again, and gives me a serious look, "Well?" she doesn't answer my question.
"Maybe a little…" I trail off quietly.
"A little?" She yells, and then quiets her voice, due to all the looks she gets around the room.
"A little?" She whisper-yells.
"Maybe." I whisper back, and feel my ears redden to match my hair. Dom shakes her head at me, and does the most unexpected thing yet; she grins.
"Why are you smiling?" I ask her.
She doesn't speak for a moment, but just chuckles at me. "Well, we were all betting on how long it would take you two to realize you loved each other."
"We do not love each other!" I bellow, and breathe deeply, glaring. "We're just attracted to each other. No feelings." I whisper this.
"You guys fight like a married couple." She points out.
"So do you and Hugo, and you don't see me telling you you're in love with him." I retort, even more cross now.
"He's my cousin!" She makes a vomiting face at me.
"And Scorpius is a bloody twat." I whisper, glancing around.
She grins and makes her evil 'I'm right' eyes at me. "You called him Scorpius."
Damn.
"That doesn't mean I love him, or even like him at all. We're sort of friendly people who on most occasions piss each other off." I reply calmly, all of it true.
"Whatever, Red." Dom fluffs my hair just as the bell rings, walking out the door with a grin on her stupidly smug face.
