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that it doesn't happen again...or at least not for such a long period

of time. So, if you're not sure what's going on anymore...

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Anyway, hope you all enjoy it!

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Can't Take It In

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

Rose's eyes fluttered open in the dim, mid-morning light. She slowly pulled her hands over her head to stretch, and it got dark. That's when she realized that she had pulled the comfortor over her face. With a small, quiet laugh, she smiled. It was then that she noticed how abnormally happy she was for it being early in the morning. Usually that only happened when she had a really great dream. Her smile faded.

Was last night just a dream?

Quickly, with the cover still over her head, she found the delicate silver chain that hung around her neck and pulled it from underneath her shirt. Even in the dim light, she saw the sparkle of her engagement ring. Well, technically it was the Greengrass family engagement ring. Scorpius' mother had just one sister, and she never had children. When her mother had died, the ring went to Scorpius. The ring had been in the family for as long as anyone could remember. Rose nearly started crying again when he told her all of that, but she stopped herself. There had been more than enough tears yesterday, and this was a happy occasion.

Also, a nerve wracking one. And she couldn't help but imagine the great Draco Malfoy's face when he realized that his precious son was giving a pureblood family heirloom to a half blood. Really, the whole thing just got confusing. She was a halfblood...even though both of her parents were technically full of magic. Her father's side was completely pureblooded -- by accident, she was sure. She'd never met a Weasley that hated Muggles. Obviously her mother's side of the family were all Muggles, as far as Rose knew...but she still didn't completely understand the term "halfblood" -- "pureblood" was pretty cut and dry. Well, the whole thing was just stupid and outdated, anyway.

Still...anything could happen in two weeks! Give or take a few days, obviously. Rose wasn't counting them anymore. She and Scorpius had been talking until the wee hours of the morning about their "plan". Which really wasn't so elaborate. They would act as they would if the events in the Headmistress' Office had been true. Rose would act bitter and heart broken, Scorpius would act like a complete jerk. It may be a little hard, considering their love for one another just completely exploded, and they both basically wanted to consumate the marriage right then...but they both had their eyes on the prize. The light at the end of the tunnel. Their wedding day. How strange it was for Rose to think of that.

She had never been one of those silly little girls that dreamed of the big, fancy wedding. She supposed that was a good thing, considering her circumstance. The wedding chapel that Scorpius told her about didn't really sound like some romantic castle in the hills of Scotland or something. And, before anyone questions that brief wedding idea -- know that it was not Rose's. She does have a few very girly cousins that like to talk in high pitched, dreamy voices any time they're around each other. The only thing that Rose ever really thought about was...well, the guy. How would she be able to find someone that loved her completely, for everything that she was? Loud, sarcastic, mood swings -- everything? It would take years for her to find someone like that, if such a man even existed!

Funny to think that those were her thoughts just last summer, and this coming summer, she would be a wife. A wife! The thought was making her head spin. The good kind of spin, not the "I-really-wish-I-hadn't-gotten-on-this-rollercoaster" kind of spin. Rose played with the ring, twirling it between her fingers, putting it directly in a small beam of sunlight that penetrated her covers, and at last, she slipped it on her ring finger. It had some sort of enchantment on it, adjusting itself to the woman's finger. Fit like a glove. Those purebloods were good for something. (Besides producing some very beautiful offspring...sometimes. We won't plunge in to the incest.)

With a sigh, she slipped the ring back on the chain and hid it underneath her shirt again. Slowly, she brought the cover away from her face and yawned. That's when she heard the bathroom door open and saw her cousin step into the light of the dorm. Both of the girls froze.

"Rose!" Dom whispered almost urgently after a few moments of surprise. She clutched at her bathrobe and rushed to her bed that sat right next to Rose's, her eyes sweeping the room feverishly.

"Listen, Dom -- " She started, getting ready to apologize for lying to the girl.

"I am so sorry!" Dom gushed, interrupting her cousin. Rose blinked for a moment, then her brow furrowed.

"For what?" The blonde got a guilty look on her face.

"It's my fault you got caught!" She cried, running her fingers through her wet hair. "I was asking Professor Ravenwood about the Potions essay I turned in, then he asked where you were -- I had no idea he was going to send a search party out! But I was really worried about you, you know, so I didn't put up that much of a fight -- not that I could stop him anyway. And then they found out that Malfoy had been missing too and I was so sorry then, because -- "

"Woah! Dom!" Rose interrupted, putting a hand out, "I just woke up, could you slow it down?"

"Sorry." She grinned a little, but her eyes were still cautious, as if she was expecting some huge burst of emotion from her cousin. When it didn't happen, she spoke again. "Wait...you're not mad at me?"

"Of course not."

"But it's my fault that everyone's talking about you now!" Rose bit her bottom lip in concern.

"What are they saying?" Dom didn't answer right away.

"That...Malfoy was just playing around with you. He said it was a bet, to get you to fall in love with him. Which, Merlin knows, is complete rubbish. Malfoy's never had a girlfriend to last more than a week -- "

"Did he say I did?"

"What?" Dom asked, confused by where her own rant had been going.

"Did he tell anyone that I said I loved him?"

"No." Dom's face was suddenly sad and concerned. "Did you?" Rose scrunched up her brow.

"Hell no!"

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She was not looking forward to lunch.

Rose and Dom had already slept through breakfast, and by the time Rose was showered and ready, it was noon. Apparently when a person stays up until the God forsaken hours of the early morning, their internal clock gets thrown off -- it was a lot later than Rose thought. The corridors were dead silent as the cousins walked in the direction of the Great Hall. She had on her composed battle face of bitterness. She was ready for this. She could do this. She knew she could.

If she didn't jump the boy on sight.

Forget a dent in her reputation, that would be solved as soon as word got out they were married. The only thing she was concerned about was that she would do something stupid and ruin their plan. She had to keep her eyes on the prize....Okay, well, since Scorpius kind of is the prize, that expression didn't really apply. Regardless, she had to be careful.

"You sure you wanna do this, Red?" Dom asked, looking sideways at her cousin, "It's not gonna be pretty."

"Can't be worse than when they thought I was pregnant." Rose muttered, glaring at a few third years. The blonde pressed her lips together and shrugged, obviously the best agreement that Rose was going to get. "Okay, then..." She breathed, deeply, "Guess we can't stand in the corridor forever." Part of her tone was hopeful, but Dom elbowed her in the side, gently.

"Let's go get some food, I know you're starving."

"Right...let's go." Rose appreciated what her cousin was trying to do, focusing their thoughts on food rather than the social...awkwardness that was about to ensue. It still didn't help too much -- the thought of food made her stomach do a few more loops around the intestinal rollcoaster that occupied her insides. After taking another deep breath, Rose stepped in the direction of the Great Hall, her cousin not a split second behind her.

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The awkward scene that Rose had imagined awaiting her in the Great Hall had been somewhat of an...well, dramatic understatement. Normally her peers were a little more discreet when it came to talking behind someone's back. Not this time, no, not at all. As soon as she and Dominique walked through the doorway, everyone stopped talking for a moment, and a very unsettling hush fell across each table. With one swift glance at the Slytherin table, she saw Scorpius meet her eyes for the slightest moment before he seemed to get into character, elbowing one of his fellow snakes and throwing out some kind of macho grin. She would have to punish him for that one later...but it helped her get into character. Somehow, a sloppy, over confident grin plastered itself on her lips. Then, her walk turned in to something of a stride. Where did all of her confidence come from, and how could she call on it every time she needed it? As surprised as she was at herself, Dom seemed to be that much less surprised. The whole thing felt very familiar to Rose, and she wasn't really too sure why it did. This confidence...it was something she hadn't felt in a very long time, or so it seemed. The last time she felt something like it, was probably the year before -- before all of the dramatics began putting her emotions through the ringer. One would think that her emotions are still in the ringer...maybe it's just because she and Scorpius had never had a real plan before, and now they do? It's not exactly a solid, fool proof plan...that being said, a lot of fools could get in the way and ruin the whole thing. And, yes, most of the fools she thought about, she was actually related to. The plan was more of a raft than a sail boat, but a raft is better than nothing when you're stuck in deep waters, right? Oh, now she was thinking of sailing comparisons. Rose pushed all of her jumbled thoughts away as she walked very confidently over to her usual seat at the Gryffindor table. The silence had been replaced by hushed whispers, and others continuing their own conversations. The others she would love to thank. There were always the rare few that didn't care about a stupid piece of gossip.

"Morning Dom, Rose." Roxanne said as she scooted next to her cousins, looking a little nervously at Rose.

"Mornin' Rox." Rose said, already biting into a large, puffy roll. The blonde only nodded her head as she dove for a plate of ham. "Geez, Dom. Let 'em kill it, first." Roxanne bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

"So...you're okay, then?" She asked Rose, who just stared at her for a moment.

"Uh...yeah?" Was her response, as if she had no idea what was going on. Roxanne looked a little irritated.

"You know what they're saying about you!" Rose just stared.

"About you and Malfoy?" She continued, almost in a whisper. Apparently she became aware that everyone remotely close to them was trying to listen in on the conversation. Rose managed to look genuinely surprised, widening her eyes a little bit before responding.

"Ohh!" She realized, acting rather well, she thought, "You mean that he tried to catch me in the broom closet the other day, and I kicked him in no man's land...or no woman's land?" Rose winked as her cousin's mouth fell open. "What?" The redhead asked, pretending to be puzzled.

"That's not what everyone else is saying!" Roxanne continued, her voice still hushed, but urgent.

"...Well, what are they saying?" Rose asked, her expression still a little vacant. Roxanne looked at her, her face incredulous.

"They're saying -- " The girl's voice came out louder then she intended, and she paused for a moment before whispering again, "They're saying that Malfoy was trying to seduce you or something, for a dare -- he says that he did!" Her cousin's face was worried. It took Rose a moment to pretend to piece everything together before she furrowed her brow and let out a humorless laugh.

"And everyone believed him?" She was answered by Roxanne's silence and a few Hufflepuffs turning around, their heads hung a little low. "Oh, come on! Really now, guys? Me and -- gross! Wow, you go to school in one place for seven years, you'd think people would know a little bit about you."

"So it's really not true, then?" Roxanne asked, her tone soft and a little apologetic.

"No!" Rose practically yelled, her expression clearly appalled.

"Then why were you both in the Forbidden Forrest yesterday?" Molly, Rose's most beloved cousin, asked from a few feet down the Gryffindor table. Of course she would ask the one question Rose had failed to think about.

"It's called, running away, kinks!" Rose said as she stood up and snatched another roll off of the table. "Girls sometimes have to do it when a boy throws himself at her, but of course you'd know nothing about that!" The comment obviously did not earn her very many points back from a few of her family members, but as if she cared at that point. It's not like they had proven themselves very useful after a few recent events. Families shouldn't have cliques. And one would think that Rose's brother should at least be in her clique. Then again, she had so many cousins, the lines of immediate family were blurred. Albus felt more like her brother than Hugo did. Rose praised her Grandma Weasley for popping out all those kids, but she doubted she could do it.

"I've got some assignments to do, catch up with you later, Dom." A salute was all she got in response before Rose marched back towards the direction of her dormitory. For a moment, she thought that she was close to freedom. She had made her appearance in the aftermath, deflected all the rumors, and now she was going to storm off like she always did, every time another rumor popped up about her. The more she thought about it like that, the more it sounded like some kind of sick routine. A normal person did not have a routine for deflecting rumors about them, did they? It wasn't as if she were some socialite or a rock star...she would think about that later. Now, she had her eyes set in front of her, and she was holding her breath. She was so close to being in the clear. Too bad for Rose, Scorpius seemed to have been trying the same thing. Their paths nearly collided, and this time it was even harder not to notice that everyone was looking at them. What had Rose a little bit more concerned, though, was that she was finding it very hard not to quite literally jump on top of the blonde in front of her.

"Just can't keep away from me, can you, Freckles?" Scorpius said after a brief pause, his signature smirk was neatly painted on his lips. A few months ago, Rose would've wanted to punched him in the mouth...now she was having other thoughts about his mouth. Instead, she folded her arms in front of her and glared up at the boy.

"Haven't caused me enough trouble already this morning, blondie?" She asked simply, which only caused Scorpius to smirk a little wider. Rose was sure he was feeling the special kind of tension behind the arguement just as strongely as she was feeling it.

"Oh, don't hurt my feelings, Freckles. You know you enjoyed yourself the other night..." For a moment, Rose caught a brief glimpse of mischeif in the boy's eye. She glared harder, trying to fight back the grin that wanted to come out.

"You mean when you lost some precious family jewels? Oh, you know I enjoyed that."

"I was thinking of some different kind of jewels..." Before Rose could respond, Scorpius was already walking towards the door, but before he got too far, he tried to flip the back of her skirt up, and Rose automatically punched him in the jaw before stalking back to her dormitory.

Mission accomplished...or at least, that's what she was hoping for, anyway.

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I will not punch Scorpius Malfoy, I will not punch Scorpius Malfoy, I will not punch Scorpius Malfoy

It seemed like the millionth time that Rose Weasley had written those words. At one point during her third year, she swore that she could hear them in her dreams. And yet, there she was yet again, writing those same lines. Oh, how much ink and quils she had wasted sitting in detention. It was really quite a shame. Those things could be put to better use. Instead, she was wasting them, writing stupid promises that she had no intention of ever keeping. If Scorpius did something that deserved a punch, she was going to give it to him! No one else would. The world should really thank her instead of punish her. If she wasn't there to snap that charming boy back into reality, who knows how stuck up he would be? Yes, Rose was doing the world a great favor.

The two were supposed to have detention up until graduation, anyway. Rose was just thankful that this assignment had nothing to do with dust. She swore that there was no mucus left in her body now, it was replaced by dust. Earlier that day, she was literally attacked by a dust bunny. It was alive, somehow. Magical dust bunnies...who knew? Still, it was a bit of a wet quilt, having to write lines on the weekend. She could think of quite a few other activities that she'd rather be doing.

"Alright, Miss Weasley. I think that's enough for tonight." Professor Crisswell said, his eyes still on the book in front of him. "Just leave your assignment on your desk and try to let the words sink in this time?"

"Will do, Professor." Rose grinned. That was always her response when he said that. The older man didn't even look up from his page, just smirked and slowly shook his head. He could try and pretend that she was a hassle all he wanted. She still knew that he couldn't resist the Rose Weasley charm! She couldn't help but think that he had a little something for spunky girls back in his day...not that she thought he saw her in that way. He was definitely a married man...and definitely more of a mentor type. Rose allowed herself to think about not seeing him every day...but that didn't last long. She didn't like to think of the negative future. Only the positive. Scorpius, wedding bells, happy. That's all she thought of as she walked out the door and down what had become her favorite corridor. The two lovebirds decided to pick a different classroom then the one they had previously met in, for obvious reasons. Now, smart people would stay away from the person they were going to run off with in less than two weeks. Then again, smart people mixed with teenage love don't always go hand in hand. So, they had to be cautious...they just knew that they couldn't stay away from each other any longer then they had to.

The corridors were dark and quiet as Rose silently stepped along. She wasn't carrying her bag, since she didn't really need it. It was the weekend, and she was in the library for most of the day...and she wasn't studying. She was, of course, dusting the shelves. The task doesn't seem like it should be emotionally scarring at all, but then again...dust bunnies. With a shudder, Rose quickened her pace. The corridors were a little frightening at night, when you were by yourself. Hogwarts was a historical place...a lot of people died there. Not that Rose was afraid of ghosts, that would be stupid, she could handle ghosts. Most of them were friendly, anyway. What she didn't like was the idea that people had died there. It gave her the creeps, and made her paranoid. She kept looking over her shoulder, as if she were expecting to see some corpse laying there. Ghosts, like the rest of Hogwarts, she had encountered. Zombies? Completely different story.

Shut up, Rose! She yelled at herself before she could get too riled up. One of the worst feelings in the world had to be when you didn't feel like you were safe, like someone was watching you. Finally, she reached the door and flung it open before stepping inside. She tried to calm herself down before she started shaking, until she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. Rose let out a small shriek and starting trying to push away, not thinking straight.

"Woah, woah, Freckles!" Scorpius said, letting his arms fall back to his side and inspecting the redhead, clearly concerned. "What's wrong, are you alright?"

Instantly, Rose felt like an idiot. She wasn't expecting Scorpius to be there already, he had detention as well. Maybe Professor Crisswell didn't let her go as early as she thought he had.

"Oh my -- " Rose groaned as she burried her face in her hands. She felt Scorpius slowly wrap his arms around her again, and she rested against his chest. "I am so sorry." She mumbled, letting her hands fall away from her face.

"Rose, what happened?" He asked, his voice soft and still concerned.

"Absolutely nothing." She let out a short laugh, still trying not to feel like a total idiot. He laughed softly and brought his hands up to her face.

"Well it had to be something. I've never seen you like that before." He smiled down at her, still waiting for an answer. She really wished that he would just forget about it, so she wouldn't have to tell him. Rose didn't like feeling any kind of weak, and this was...pretty weak. She just scared herself. How old was she, four?

"I just...freaked myself out." She shrugged, turning away from the blonde and walking over towards the window. She didn't have to look at him to know that he was making a face.

"How did you do that?"

"I don't know." She sighed, really wishing that he would drop it, "I just...do that, sometimes, when I'm alone. I'm not really...good at being alone." And, as stupid as it sounds, it couldn't be more true. Every time Rose was ever alone in her life, something was wrong. She had done something terrible to make her father upset, which really didn't happen, and he wouldn't talk to her. Mainly when her problem started was when she ran away for a few days. She and her mother got in a fight, and she ran out into the woods. A person could go crazy in the woods if they were by themselves, Rose was sure of it. Ever since then, that was the only thing that terrified her -- being alone. She didn't hear him, but she felt him come up behind her and try to hold her against him again.

"No, forget it!" Rose waved him away, stepping back to the abandoned teacher's desk. "I'm fine, let's just forget it." She forced her tone to lighten, even though she really just wanted to be in her bed. He laughed a little, and Rose slightly surprised at how genuine the sound was. She looked up to see him smiling at her.

"Will you just let me hold you?" He asked, taking a few steps towards her. Still surprised, she couldn't do anything but stare as he slowly closed the distance between them and, for the millionth time that night, wrapped his arms around her. This time, she didn't even think about pulling away. She savored the feeling, while trying to identify it at the same time. It was a feeling quite similar to love...or maybe it was just fueled by love? Whatever fear or panic she had when she entered the room, she could feel it slowly start to fade away from her body. She concentrated on how warm she felt up against him, and how she could swear that she heard his heart beat. She felt...safe?

After what felt like forever, Scorpius pulled back a little to look down at her. He didn't say anything, he just kissed her head and raised one hand to stroke her hair.

"I feel like an idiot." She muttered into his chest.

"You're not an idiot." Scorpius laughed.

"I'm like the kid that was afraid of their own shadow."

"No you're not." He said, his tone still gentle, as he took a little step back, keeping his hands on her arms. "We all have things that scare us...your's is just your overactive imagination."

Rose considered that a moment before realizing that he was completely right. And she figured...if the only thing that could freak her out that badly was herself, she wasn't too much of a wimp. That's what she was going to tell herself, anyway.

"What about you, then? What scares you?" Rose asked, looking up at him. He shrugged, still smiling.

"Same as every man, I guess...Not being able to keep the woman I love safe." He grinned before planting a soft kiss on her lips. She had her own grin as he pulled away.

"Woman, huh?" The word still seemed foreign to her, and out of context when she was put in the same sentence. She was just seventeen, and used to being called "young lady" before "woman". His grin turned into more of a smirk, as his hands fell down to her hips.

"Well...you will be soon enough, I guess." His words were filled with so much suggestion that it made Rose's mouth fall open, and she was thankful that the dim light could hide her blush.

"Scorpius Malfoy!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone, "Are you referring to what I think you are referring to?" He laughed and scooped her up onto the desk with a little too much ease. Instead of an answer, he just burried his hands in her hair and pressed his lips to her's again. Rose was sure that he could feel the unnatural warmth of the blush on her face. She was sure of this, because she could tell he was grinning into their kiss. Funny how she used to hate his grin so much, but in more recent days, it drove her crazy in a much different way. But the suggestion did bring up a very important question. Rose wasn't exactly a woman yet, but had Scorpius...? There were rumors, of course, but nothing ever concrete. And Rose, with all of her recent experience with rumors, knew better than to trust them. As the two broke the kiss for air, she took that as an opportunity. A very awkward opportunity that she really would rather not have to take, but, considering they were supposed to be spending the rest of their lives together...she figured it was something they might should address.

"Alright, blondie." She teased, tangling her fingers in his hair for a change, "What about you?"

"What about me?" He asked before stealing another kiss. Rose laughed and pushed him back, leaving a hand on his chest. She was really hoping that he would catch on and that she really wouldn't have to spell out the question for him. No such luck, she guessed, since he only stared at her with a questioning look.

"Will...you be soon enough?" She asked, uncomfortabley shifting her weight and looking away, "Or...are you...already?" There, it was out in the open, she was sure that he caught on after that. He would have to be a complete idiot not to catch on, and she was pretty sure that he wasn't a complete idiot. From what she could remember, he usually did pretty well in school. Not that she ever paid much attention to his grades. Cautiously, she peeked back at his face, intending to look away, but the expression she found there kept her eyes glued and her face red. He was just staring at her, a very amused smirk on his face.

"I never noticed how cute you were when you get embarrassed."

"Shut up!" Rose said, awkwardly, as she tried to push him away and hide her face. Her attempts were futile as he laughed and grabbed her wrists. Still, she turned her face away, trying as always to hide her blush. Darn fair skin. When she stopped flailing her arms, he slowly brought his hands up to her face and smiled before kissing her forehead.

"I'm sorry, it was too easy." He said, and Rose couldn't help but grin and laugh as she tried to push him away again. This time, he just pulled her off the desk and held her against him. "Let's just say," He started, a laugh in his voice, "That I've tried to lead by your example in that area."

Rose tilted her head to look up at him, her face questioning. It was no secret that Rose didn't like the idea of promiscuous sex, or random hook ups, or...really any kind of sex outside of wedlock. It wasn't even that she was trying to be a prude, or anything, she couldn't help it! Just the thought of it made her feel like throwing up, it's not like her parents tried to scare her away from the subject, like she's heard of some parents trying to do. No, when she was fourteen, her parents tried to sit her down and be "cool parents", that wanted to talk to her about it, and wanted her to feel comfortable with her confiding in them. Just imagine how uncomfortable her father looked. Rose, quite disgusted and horrified as she was, quickly removed herself from the situation. Just the thought of the word made her think of...monkeys. Just think about it. Once, she confided in Dom that she might have a fear of intimacy. She would still believe that, if it hadn't been for Scorpius...he definitely made her think about that subject in a different light, which she guessed was how it should be? He was her fiance...even though the word was still quite surreal in her mind, she could still realize that he was the one she was meant to be with. In more ways than one. Rose smiled a little, before questioning him again.

"...Tried?" She asked, an eyebrow raising. With a laugh, he kissed her head again, and that time, it sent butterflies through her stomach.

"Succeeded." Rose smiled and wrapped her arms around him as well. The two of them just stood there for a long while, each of them wrapped up in their own thoughts. Rose was trying to fight back bewilderment. She was about to completely turn her life upside down...but for some reason, she had never felt happier in her life?

"I better get you back to bed." Scorpius started as the two separated, instantly, he crinkled his nose and shut his eyes while Rose burried her mouth in her hands, trying to contain her laughter. In the meantime, Scorpius brought his own hand up to cover his eyes.

"Guess I know what you were thinking about." She joked after she got a better handle on her laughter. Scorpius' hand fell back to his side and he had a devilish look on his face. Rose stopped laughing and just stared at him for a moment. "Don't -- "

But it was too late, Scorpius scooped her up and placed her on the desk again before tickling her ribcage. Between being tickled, trying to contol her laughter, and trying to tell him to stop, Rose had her hands full. The halls were silent, and the slightest loud noise could tip off a nosey portrait wandering around past their bedtime. After a few seconds of that, Scorpius pulled her upright, since she had fallen backwards, trying to get away from him. Rose had a few tears stuck on her cheeks from trying to hold the laughter in, and she was still trying to catch her breath when Scorpius kissed her once again. When he pulled away, her breathing was still a little uneven as he wiped away the remaining tears.

"You jerk." Rose said, giving him a breathless laugh. He chuckled himself before pulling her off the desk again, and she suddenly felt like she thought a doll might.

"It's getting late, I'll walk you back." He said, throwing his arm around her shoulders. She looked up at him, clearly curious, but he didn't return her gaze. The two had always split up half way to their dorms, for obvious reasons. As they peeked through the door, to see if the coast was clear, she had to come to the realization that he was just looking out for her, that he didn't want her to freak herself out again. Rose could feel tears coming on, but she fought them back. It was then that she got a glimpse of what marriage might be like. Always looking out for each other, always being there for the other one, going out of their way to make sure that the other is okay.

She would have to get on that.

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