AN: There are no words as to how sorry I am that this took so long. I'm just, really sorry. Hope you enjoy it anyways and that I haven't lost too many readers because of my poor timing skills.

Chapter 10

The Upheaval

The sun was shining brightly.

Not a cloud in the sky.

And though it was nearing the end of March and still relatively cold in the highlands, the fifty or so wizards and witches milling around outside didn't feel the bite of the wind.

Long live magic.

But not everyone was enjoying the beautiful sun with the fake balmy breeze. There was one teenage witch that was stuck inside an aquamarine tent. Not only could she not see the sun outside. She couldn't see anything.

Blindfolds will do that to you, you know.

And not only did she wish she could rip the darned thing from her face. But she also wished she could wrench the pair of lips presently smooshed to her own right off.

The seventh suitor was currently engrossed in grossly pressing his lips against hers.

Rose wouldn't call it kissing. No. This was pressing.

His mouth was tightly shut, puckered extra hard, and he refused to move it even a millimeter. He just continued to hold it still against her mouth.

And that inch of lip was the only place they were even touching. She was sure this suitor was standing at least three feet away from her chair, bent at the waist and holding his arms out straight behind him to further keep away from her.

This was the most ridiculous kiss she'd received yet. And it couldn't be over soon enough.

The awkward jumbled thoughts and feelings racing at her made her sure that this had to be Marshal Creevey. Normally, she didn't have a problem with Marshal. He was smart… in a quirky kind of way. They generally had nothing in common and their paths seldom crossed.

But when he had his lips on hers while screaming out inside his head that this was what his flobberworm felt like...

Well, Rose was offended.

Finally, Roxie cleared her throat. "Time's up." She said in a breathy way that made Rose sure she was trying not to laugh.

Yeah I'll bet we looked funny.

Marshal straightened up and backed away a few quick paces before Rose heard a slurpy swiping sound. Then the pounding of feet running away.

"Did that little bogey just wipe his mouth off?" Her words were tight and full of indignation.

"Uhh..." Roxie may not be answering, but her humorous feelings sure said that he did.

"Why that no good snake!"

"Isn't he in Gryffindor?"

"He's still a snake!" Rose bit out. "Ugh, I hate this contest."

She was aware that she sounded like a petulant child, but that didn't derail her tirade one bit. "I hate this blindfold. I hate this tent. It's so damned stuffy in here. I'm suffocating! I don't want any more kisses. I don't want to feel any more lips. I don't want their hands on me. And I definitely don't want any more slobber all over my face."

Rose took a deep breath and was about to continue her rant when she heard Roxie clear her throat. "Uhm ... Rose ..."

Roxie was embarrassed. And amused. No ... Roxie wasn't amused. That feeling was coming from – the tent opening.

Shit.

The next suitor was here. And had probably heard her entire tantrum.

Double shit.

Rose turned fifty shades of red.

"I – I ... I'm sorry." She stammered, not knowing what else she could say.

He didn't answer.

Of course he didn't answer. They were all silenced.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out again, feeling like a first class idiot for repeating herself.

What do I do?

But she didn't have to do anything. The suitor walked forward, placed his hands around her ribcage, and lifted her up atop of her chair, all in one swift motion. Then he hugged her.

Rose was bewildered for less than five seconds before she sagged into him.

Oh. The Highlander giant.

For who else could possibly hug her while she was standing on a chair but Alex. Rose wrapped her arms around his neck and just surrendered herself to his embrace.

She hadn't really touched Alex before – though he had picked her up during the gnome event – and was surprised at how easily she'd relaxed against him.

In the back of her mind was the thought that he had probably strategically placed her on the chair to make sure she knew it was him by his height alone. But she wouldn't dwell on that. She was selfishly enjoying his comforting touch too much to try and call him out.

Alex's hands were rubbing her back soothingly, further lulling her into this peaceful moment.

A few minutes passed before Rose realized that he hadn't kissed her yet. And their time was almost up.

No!

She pulled back quickly, smiling when she felt his arms tighten in his reluctance to let her go.

Rose rubbed his shoulders in reassurance as she tilted her head towards where she presumed Roxie to be.

"Roxie, can we – start over?" She asked, finding her voice calmer than at any other point during this contest. "I mean, can we start his time over?"

Rose felt his pleasure at her words wash over her so strongly that she almost giggled in delight.

Roxie however, didn't seem to be feeling any of their happiness as she contemplated her request. "I dunno Rose. The rules clearly state that every suitor has only four minutes, no matter what they do with their time. Maybe I should ask some-"

"Rules?" Rose interrupted in disbelief. "What rules? I wasn't shown a rulebook. And I'm sure they weren't either. Anyway, I should be the deciding factor here, not anyone outside."

Rose turned her head back towards Alex and smiled softly. "And I say we're starting over."

He kissed her then, clearly not willing to waste a single second of this renewed countdown.

And she had to say; it was worth every bit of the mulish resentment radiating at her from the corner of the tent.

So worth it.

Scorpius was sitting in the grass fifty feet from the tent Rose was still ensconced in. His eyes were swivelling from the scoreboard to the tent flap to the other guys hanging around every ten seconds.

Predictably, following his amazing experience with Rose and the joy of seeing a score of eight depicted next to his name, his high spirits had immediately plummeted.

He'd been watching the proceedings in silent pain ever since he'd planted himself here. Scorpius hadn't even tried to distract himself, knowing how futile it would have been. Albus had come to sit by him some time ago and attempted to take his mind off things. But he'd politely told him to buzz off.

What guy in his right mind would be able to talk and joke around while other men were kissing the love of his life?

No guy.

Instead he was keeping a close watch on everyone, mentally recording their reactions. He was analyzing their faces and comparing them with their score.

For example, Lachlan had come out after four minutes and ten seconds, looking relieved. And when a score of five had shown up next to his name, he was not upset. Or happy. Or much of anything. His face was exactly like his score. Dead centre.

In other words, Scorpius didn't believe Lachlan cared at all for Rose.

Then why was he here?

Gaston came out a full minute early, though he didn't seem to realize it. He'd been smirking triumphantly until he saw his score. It was a three.

Kyle had started laughing before he realized he was the only one amused and was in danger of being punched out by a scowling Gaston.

No one else thought it was funny to be so publicly announced a crappy kisser. Or for lack of a better word – unattractive.

But regardless of their not laughing, Gaston had been giving them all the stink eye since.

Lysander had been easy to figure out. He came out smiling at four minutes and 30 seconds, and he got a score of six. Clearly, Rose had enjoyed that kiss.

Scorpius shifted uncomfortably on the grass and clasped his hands together around his knees. His teeth grinding together he tried to reassure himself that he still had the highest score. And it didn't matter that Lysander was evidently way more invested in this than he'd been letting on previously.

It didn't matter.

Tristan came out five seconds after his time was up looking upset. Maybe even guilty. And then he got a two.

Whoa! What happened in there that had him looking like that and with such a bad score? He better not have hurt Rose.

Scorpius was actually debating getting up and confronting him when Kyle was forcefully shoved out of the tent only a minute after entering it.

His face was beet red and he was sure to have been screaming out expletives had he not been silenced. Especially after a score of one showed up next to his name.

Then some idiot removed the charm off of Kyle.

"That fucking BITCH! She fucking threw me out, that good for nothing lesbian WHORE! I want a do over! Fucking give me my damn time!" Kyle strode forward as if to re-enter the tent when three hands clamped around his arms from three of Rose's cousins.

"Come on Mclaggen. Let's go cool off." James' tone was actually serious for once as he pulled on Kyle's left arm.

"Let me go! Let me fucking go!" Kyle tried to buck off James' hand, but Louis and Fred immediately tightened their hold on him.

He screamed louder.

"I deserve my time! I can kiss that whore however I want to! That filthy lesbo can't tell me what to do! Rose liked it. That bitch wanted more. She wanted- OUFF!"

Scorpius stared in disbelief as Leslie Winkle walked away from Kyle after kicking him square in the nuts.

A round of applause and cheering erupted and Scorpius joined right in, glad someone had put that troll in his place. Because if she hadn't ... well, Scorpius only just realized he'd stood up and was half way across the yard. Probably to beat the bloody shit out of the guy.

The filthy things he'd been saying about Rose and Roxanne deserved a beating.

And he wasn't the only one. At least four other suitors and all the Weasleys were now unclenching their fists as Kyle was finally carted off to the house groaning in pain.

"FIVE MINUTE BREAK!"

Roxanne had her head poked out of the tent and seemed completely unaware of the drama that had just occurred.

"And can someone get me some water for Rose?" She yelled out again. "Oh right, and some chapstick."

When no one reacted to her commands she finally focused in on them all.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

"Nothing love," Leslie said as she walked over to peck her on the lips. "Just the regular squabbling of animals when fighting over the same toy while in a situation of elevated testosterone levels."

Everyone gaped in silence.

"Oh. Ok." Roxie smiled genially. "Water. Chapstick. Now."

Lucy ran off to get the items.

Scorpius was fighting the itch to run into the tent and check if Rose was alright. He desperately wanted to reassure her and maybe steal another kiss.

Roxie's glaring face however, kept him where he was, sure she'd never let him or anyone else in until the end of this blasted contest.

They really couldn't have picked a better guard dog.

Everyone cooled their heels during 'break time' until Roxie came to call in Marshall.

Scorpius' stomach was already clenching in dread. Not because Marshall was currently in there. He had no doubt Marshall wasn't interested in Rose. It wasn't hard to figure out that he was only here for his father.

No.

What had Scorpius ready to hurl was knowing that after Marshall's time was up, it would be Alistair's turn.

And if there was one suitor he was genuinely worried about it was the highlander.

Marshall's time skated by and he came out wiping his mouth and looking relieved. Scorpius couldn't even celebrate seeing his score of two flashing up.

Alistair wasn't wasting any time and wasn't even waiting for Roxie to let him in before he was forcing his way through the tent flap.

Scorpius shut his eyes and turned away unable to watch the tent and not imagine what was going on in there right now.

1 minute. Look at the pretty blue sky.

1 minute 10 seconds. Look at the green grass.

1 minute 45 seconds. Think of Rose laughing during one of your tickle fights.

2 minutes 20 seconds. Rose tucking her hair back and greeting you with a massive smile on Christmas morning last year.

3 minutes 5 seconds. Her glowing face as she opens one of your many presents.

3 minutes 25 seconds. The look of concentration she gets during potions class.

3 minutes and 37 seconds. Rose smiling as she and Alistair run into the dining hall the first night.

No! Don't think about that.

3 minutes and 42 seconds. Alistair wrapping Rose up in his arms.

Stop. Stop!

3 minutes and 53 seconds. Alistair kissing Rose. His Rose. Alistair's mouth on hers.

No! NO! Bloody hell no! Make it stop already.

4 minutes and 2 seconds. Rose kicking Alistair out of the tent and telling him to buzz off.

Scorpius smirked at the final image and turned around anticipating Alistair's exit. He knew his last fantasy wasn't likely to come true, but at least the wait was finally over. Alistair should be coming out any second now.

4 minutes and 45 seconds.

Scorpius held his breath as he stared intently at the tent flap. Any second.

5 minutes and 5 seconds. He could hear murmuring start around him. Others were noticing the extended time. Good. Maybe they'll finally put a stop to it.

5 minutes and 27 seconds. His lungs were aching. His breath whooshed out on a growl as he felt his clenched hands start to shake.

Scorpius concentrated on slowly unclenching them one finger at a time.

5 minutes and 40 seconds. Index fingers.

5 minutes and 48 seconds. Middle fingers.

6 minutes and 9 seconds. Ring fingers.

6 minutes and 33 seconds. Pinkies.

6 minutes and 50 seconds. Thumbs.

7 minutes.

What the fuck was going on?

Why was Alistair in there an extra 3 minutes?

When was that highlander bastard going to come out?

For the first time in his relatively short life, Alex believed in fate.

It was fate that Molly Prewett ran off all those years ago.

Fate that these highland games were necessary.

Fate that made Rose Weasley the maiden to be fought for.

And it was fate that his uncle was appraised of this competition and urged him to participate.

Because he was meant to be here.

He was meant to be one of these suitors competing for Rose. And Alex fully believed that she was destined to be his.

All from one little kiss.

Not that this kiss was little by any means.

But he knew as soon as his lips touched hers that she was going to be his wife. That's pretty big.

The taste of her. Ambrosia.

The feel of her svelte but nicely rounded body. Ecstasy.

The sounds she made as he delved his tongue past her teeth. Intoxicating.

He was about to self combust and it was all because of this little redhead.

Alex was no newb. He wasn't fresh by any means. He'd kissed his fair share of witches and bitches.

He never proclaimed to have lived the life of a hermit. There were several women living on his father's land and in the neighbouring villages that had been all too willing to lock lips with him.

And a couple of times to more than lock lips.

But he'd swear right here and now on his magic that he'd never felt with any of them half of what he was feeling with Rose now.

And instead of being embarrassed or ashamed of his past, he was grateful.

That experience was what let him know to slant his head just so to better cover Rose's mouth with his. He knew to cup the back of her head and lightly scratch his fingers through her hair. He was able to touch his tongue to hers and foray around her lovely mouth without drooling at the sweet sweet taste of her.

She had said she'd been slobbered on, right? Better to avoid that.

And he delighted in dragging his lips along her jaw and down to her gorgeous neck for some nibbling.

Alex smiled when she moaned and clutched his shoulders tighter.

He could tell she was an innocent. Despite the fact that she'd definitely kissed at least seven other men today, her reactions were all so unstudied and genuine. And her innocence only made her that much more desirable.

Knowing no other man had yet tainted her made him want to all the more.

He knew he hadn't been her first kiss. But he could very well be the first to see her naked. The first to stroke her with his fingers. The first to bring her to orgasm. And the first to plunge into her hot-

GASP

Rose had pulled violently back from him so it was all he could do to steady her on the chair.

She was panting hard and fast and holding him at arm's length.

"Ok," she rasped. "Ok, that's enough. We're ... getting a bit too far past first kisses here."

She continued to hold him away with one hand while her other one went to smooth her rumpled shirt back down over her exposed midriff.

Alex hadn't even realized that he'd delved one hand underneath her tank top and onto her bare back.

"I think time is up now." Rose said quietly as she pushed him slightly back and stepped down off the chair, not allowing him back into contact with her body.

He must have really freaked her out. Maybe he put too much experience into it. She was still a virgin, he was sure, and he'd been allowing his body to lead him too far.

Alex tried to apologize but he was still silenced. Bloody hell!

I'm sorry Rose. He smoothed his hands down her shoulders and rubbed at her arms to try and show his remorse. I'm really sorry Rose. I went too far.

Alex feverishly hoped she'd understand him by his actions alone. Because she very well couldn't see the repentance on his face.

Seconds passed before she spoke again.

"It's ok." She said softly. "Don't worry. I'm fine."

He sighed in relief before being ushered out of the tent by her huffy cousin. "You heard her. Time is up. There's a good boy, out you go."

Alex allowed himself to be pushed backward watching Rose all the while. Just before the tent flap was closed in his face, he saw her sit shakily back in her chair and run her hands through her hair.

Fuck, I really screwed up here. He turned to grimly stare at the scoreboard, positive he was going to get a zero. And there was no way she wouldn't know who he was since he'd fucking put her up on that chair to show off his height. What a bloody idiot I've been.

Now there's no chance he could hide behind anonymity.

Alex's berating of himself came to an abrupt halt as his score finally pinged on the board, lighting it up like fireworks.

"What?!" He wasn't aware of when or who had removed his silencing spell but he couldn't help but voice his shock. "How the bloody hell did that happen?"

He watched in disbelief as his name steadily climbed past all the others until he was just below Scorpius-fucking-Malfoy's name. Then the scoreboard did a little wiggle and his name squeezed itself up and next to the blonde's, squashing them both to either side.

Because you see, they had the same score.

Alex felt a silly grin spread across his face.

He must have made a really good impression despite the abrupt ending the kiss had taken. Wicked!

Everyone just stared in silence. It was clear that no one from Rose's family and friends had really expected any of the suitors to top Scorpius. They were so surprised that no one told the next suitor to enter.

A rough growl to his left made him turn around and see Malfoy staring at him with murderous eyes. Alex could tell that the lad wanted to punch his lights out, but Scorpius couldn't quite justify it.

Alex smirked at him slowly rubbing salt in the wound. You're not the favorite anymore kid. I can totally take her from you.

"Okay," Harry Potter cleared his throat, looking unsure of what he actually wanted to say. "Well, um ... next suito-"

Another ping echoed from the scoreboard startling everyone on the lawn.

Several gasps and confused mutterings erupted as they all watched Scorpius Malfoy's name squeeze itself back out from next to Alistair's and jump up to the top, almost shoving his name back down.

"What the fuck!" Alex screamed out.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to rid his sight of the shiny new 9 that was proudly sitting next to the Malfoy kid's name.

"Can that ... happen?" Ron said bewilderedly, scratching his ginger hair and looking to his wife. Before she could answer, another ping sounded and Alistair's name vaulted over Scorpius' to display the highest score possible.

A ten.

Next to his name.

Had he even kissed her worth a ten? He didn't think so, but he wasn't about to complain.

"Apparently, it can Ronald." Hermione muttered, looking slightly put out at the unpredictability of something that she had believed was under her control.

Alex glanced over at Malfoy to see him staring in agony at the board. An uncomfortable feeling tightened his chest. Almost like sympathy. Alex was happy he'd beaten him, but he didn't particularly want to see him cry or anything.

"But how Mione?" Harry was saying. "I thought the Body Stats spell was recording her feelings 'in the moment'."

"I thought so too." Hermione chewed her lip thoughtfully, concentrating on the puzzle before her. "But I suppose that the spell we added to convert her feelings for every suitor into a number changed the magic somehow. Maybe it allows her to think it over and re-evaluate."

"So she's rethinking Scorpius and Alistair? What about the other boys?" The senior Malfoy asked, visibly piqued. He obviously would have preferred his son to score top grade.

"I don't know Malfoy, but if she's not thinking about the others, then their scores wouldn't change."

"Let's go ask her." Draco snipped as he walked forward a few steps.

"No!" Hermione gave him a look that turned him right back around to his spot next to his wife. "If we tell her what is going on, she could manipulate the scores and it wouldn't be a genuine representation. Let her think about whomever she wants."

"Alright," Harry intoned awkwardly, once again trying to get the ball rolling. "So, suitor nine. Would you –"

This time a bang interrupted the famous wizard as the names on the scoreboard shivered in place and the numbers shuffled backwards and forwards in loud ticks as though being flipped up and down.

Wide eyed, they all watched as the board went black and whirred ominously before the lights slowly came back on.

As each name illuminated from the lowest score to the highest, Alex held his breath and felt his stomach clench in anticipation. Something told him that Rose had finally made up her mind and this would be the final revision to the board. But where did I end up?

In third place, Lysander's name showed up with a score of 6.

And in second...

His eyes briefly met Malfoy junior's as they prepared to see who had come out on top between them.

Alistair McGregor 8 pts

Fuck. Not only had he lost, but his score had returned to its original value.

And then he felt the knife twist in his chest as he saw Scorpius' name finally illuminate.

Scorpius Malfoy 11 pts

Scorpius was standing shell-shocked in front of the now silent board. Snippets of conversations drifted to him as he tried to breathe normally following the emotional rollercoaster he'd just been on.

"... thought you couldn't get an eleven."

"This is cheating! We were told it only went up to-"

"Whoa, wonder what Malfoy did in that tent."

"And in only four minutes."

"... suspicious. I mean, Draco Malfoy complains and then his son gets an eleven?"

"What about MY son's turn? Are we ever going to finish?"

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid I have to check your wand."

"... insulting! Do you know who I am Weasley?"

"... you've only been a bloody thorn in my side for almost 32 years."

"Ok, enough, I've checked his wand. It's clean."

"That's invasion of privacy Granger."

"It's WEASLEY. And I don't bloody care Malfoy."

"Oy vey."

That last comment was made right next to his ear. Scorpius turned his dazed head to see Albus looking at him in concern.

"You ok mate?"

He thought about it for a second. Was I ok?

Scorpius wasn't sure. He hadn't wrapped his head around it yet.

One minute he was angry that Alistair had managed to tie him. Especially because the jerk hadn't been expecting it. Scorpius had heard his exclamation when his 8 had first appeared. The highlander had been surprised he'd done well, which means that he must have thought he'd done something wrong, something to upset Rose. Had he? No one would know but her.

Then Scorpius had been happy, albeit confused, about getting a 9. Happy because apparently she'd been thinking about him following her kiss with Alistair. And thinking of him favorably at that.

But when Alistair had jumped his name to get a ten, Scorpius had thought it was over for him. How could he possibly hope to win Rose's heart if she was giving someone else a ten? Especially because she had known it was Scorpius kissing her. So not favouring him is directly a cut against Scorpius himself, and not just his kissing technique.

And now?

Now he was ... confused.

He would have been ecstatic with an eleven, expect for the fact that they'd been told it wasn't possible, and he himself now suspected foul play.

But if his father's wand was clean, then Scorpius had no idea who else would raise his score like that.

He sighed and tried to answer Albus as best he could. "I dunno Al. I just ... it seems too good to be true. An eleven? Do you think it's possible?"

Albus grinned at him in that big way Rose and all her cousins always smiled. In the way those growing up completely loved and cherished could. "Of course it's possible. Aunt Mione was right. Magic has a way of changing on you. In ways you least expect it. So why wouldn't you be able to get an eleven? If that's what Rose was feeling in comparison to the other bastards out here, then why not?"

Scorpius let that sink in a second.

How she was feeling in comparison to the other guys ... warranted an eleven.

One of those big stupid Weasley/Potter grins started making its way onto his face. Albus laughed and clapped him on the back, sending him two steps forward.

"So, you finally admitting you're in love with my cousin Malfoy?"

Scorpius blushed sheepishly at the blunt question. He couldn't very well deny it now, being in this contest, but he wasn't about to admit it aloud to Albus of all people. He'd never hear the end of it. He shrugged noncommittally and stubbed his toe into the dirt.

Real smooth Malfoy.

"Alright, suit yourself. I just hope you tell her before she has to make a decision. You never know how someone can sway her mind."

They both looked over at the highlander, who'd been scowling at the ground ever since he'd been so royally unseated from the top spot.

"Just watch your back around him."

"You feel it too?" Scorpius narrowed his eyes on Alistair.

"There's just something not right about that highlander."

"I'll make sure he doesn't hurt Rose."

Albus nodded in agreement and then walked back to where his cousins were milling.

Scorpius glanced at the scoreboard and was shocked to find that Arnold had taken his turn while he'd been speaking with Al.

He'd scored a four, while no other score had changed. Including his eleven.

Damien was in there now and Scorpius had no idea how much time was left. But in any case, it was going to be less than four minutes until this torture was over.

All too soon Damien was walking out to a collective sigh of relief. It was finally over. Seconds later, a score of six whizzed next to his name.

Everyone waited a few seconds to see if any more weird changes would occur on the scoreboard. When it remained stoically silent and still, Scorpius heard Harry Potter address the suitors.

"Alright, gather round. We have our winners."

Winners? What winners?

"So, clearly, Scorpius Malfoy is in first place," Harry said as he looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He flushed again at the insinuation that he'd done something extra naughty to merit such a high score. "And Alistair McGregor is in second. These two suitors will get a special treat this evening. A chance to take Rose on a date!"

Scorpius perked back up to hear the rest. This sounded bloody brilliant.

"Time alone with Rose is crucial. Since we all know it's still anybody's game to win. So, Scorpius, you'll get to take her out first, following this afternoon's event. And Alistair, you'll take her out after that. That's all folks."

People started to disperse toward some of the other tents to grab a bite to eat before the next event was due to start. Gaston could be heard grumbling that if he'd known there'd be time alone with Rose as a prize, he'd have put more effort in to it.

Tosser. Scorpius thought as he watched the tent, waiting for Rose to emerge.

He wanted to tell her how happy he was that he'd won. He wanted to tell her how excited he was for their date tonight. Albus was right. He should just come out and tell her how he feels. That way she'd finally know he was here all for her. To be with her. And not just as a best friend.

Even while staring intently at the flap he almost missed her, she tore out of there so fast.

"Rose!" He started jogging after her. "Rose wait! I want to talk to you."

She turned her head slightly and seeing him she turned tail and ran faster.

What in Merlin's name?

Scorpius took off after her and yelled at her to slow down. She stopped abruptly and whirled around. "I need to be ALONE!"

Scorpius came to a dead halt and stared at her baffled.

"I wanna be alone." Rose said softer as she began backing away. "I need some time to think. I just can't talk to you right now Scor. Not right now."

Rose quickly turned again to run into the manor, slamming the door behind her with a ringing finality.

Scorpius watched her go feeling completely helpless and wondering how the bloody hell he was going to tell her he loved her now.

AN: hmmm, I wonder what Rose was thinking?

I wonder how the dates will go?

I wonder how much of you hated that toggling score between Alistair and Scorpius?

:)

Let me know.

Love,

Lasaraleena