Oh my god. Well this is the last chapter. I enjoyed this journey with my few readers too much. I started out this story as a tragedy. Rose would die, Scorpius would kill himself. But during writing this, I found something. I found hope. And that came in many forms. It came in my friends T.C., Anna, Leah, Alyse and Marla. And this is for them, because they never left me, in my worst years.

This is for Ken, for his love and kindness.

This is for my big brother Merlin, whose love for me is unconditional. Thanks so much for your inspiration over the time I have worked on this. You are my reason I keep going on. I hope you've enjoyed this story and last but not least, anon who commented on my last chappy, Scorpius cast a healing char. Actually read the whole story if you want to criticise me. Thank you for reading, Gemma.

Rose

When rose awoke, she felt that same dark cloud of emptiness hanging over her as she did every day. It was as if there was a shroud of gloom surrounding her, consuming her senses.

Her head pounded as she determinedly tried to grasp what she had been doing last night. She drew a blank. Then another. It was as if most of her night had been wiped from her mind.

Rose fluttered her lashes, slowly opening her eyes, despite her eyelids seeming to weigh at the very least 1 pound each.

Shifting slightly so that her eyes took in the room she looked towards the harsh black walls she had failed to become accustomed to. But, they weren't black.

In fact they were a brilliant and cheerful green.

Rose blinked, waiting for the walls to change to black again. Perhaps she had a vision spell on her.

She moved her legs with all her might, but found them stuck. Wriggling only made whatever had caught her squash her stick thin legs even more.

Drawing her breath inn as deeply as she possibly could, she moved her head to the side, surprised at the piercing, mind-numbing pain that shot through her body from the simple and slight movement.

Her face was pressed against warm skin. Her heart began to race. Skin. Another person. She immediately tried to cover her scars, but found her self unable to move her arms whatsoever. Someone's bare body was pressed against her. Someone was in BED with her. This mysterious someone had her in a vice like grip.

She felt she should move. She wanted to move. But every part of her was so HEAVY. She couldn't lift a pinky without some of the most tremendous effort she'd ever exerted.

After struggling to move, she found the battle as pointless as pushing a wall. With your bare hands.

Sighing loudly, from irritation, frustration, withdrawal and maybe, just maybe, the smallest amount of contentment. Snuggling her head back against the boy's chest, she drifted to sleep again, curiosity plaguing her weary existence.

Scorpius

Scorpius woke up tired, a pounding thrumming through his head. Running through last night's events in his mind, he flicked his eyes over to the silently dozing girl snuggled against him.

Rose's rich red curls lay tangled across both pillows, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, as if someone had told a joke and she had nearly worked out the punch line. Her small hands rested on his chest, and her legs were intertwined with his much larger ones.

Moving an arm to wrap around her small shape, he gently lifted up her bony wrist tracing his index finger along the healing scars, silently praising whoever invented the essence of dittany.

Scorpius pressed a light, silent kiss to Rose's forehead, lifting himself from the bead carefully, so as not to cause a disturbance in the mattress, and tiptoed towards the bathroom, after tucking the shivering Rose back up in the plush comforter.

Slipping through the slightly ajar door Scorpius started to stroll toward the washroom, stretching his arms in a loud roar-like yawn.

It was extremely nerve-wracking to be leaving his sweet love on her own, but he needed a shower, and her imagined Rose would react more, shall we say, positively, if he wasn't also snuggled up with his arm wrapped around her.

As he reached the large ornate door frame, he absent mindedly ran a finger across the detailed carvings of otherworldly animals.

He liked to imagine himself as a leopard, quick and care-free, but he knew that he would never be the latter of the two characteristics. Perhaps a lion? KING of the jungle. King was a rather heavy and regal word, and really didn't suit the sweet boy at all. He spent almost 15 minutes when the answer struck him. A wolf.

He was loyal and fierce, protective, caring and rather hot tempered. He was brash and occasionally almost obnoxious. He was fun and loveable but crossing would be a very stupid decision. A wolf. He liked the sound of it on his tongue. And Rose, Rose's patronus was a fox. And the wolf would guard his fox with everything he had.

He stripped off his pajama pants, about to remove his briefs, when a sharp bang stung his ears, followed by a shrill scream. He took in a sharp breath, before sprinting shirtless in his nothing but his underwear towards his room.

Rose sat cross legged on the floor, a look of extreme fury upon her face.

" Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy! What the actual FUCK. You fucking JACKASS! Why the fuck am I in YOUR BED! No. Don't give me an its so fucking obvious look. FUCK YOU! I HATE-"

Rose's furious rant was cut off by Scorpius grabbing her chin and kissing her hard on the mouth. Rose's figure attempted a protest, but her tiny, underweight frame barely managed movement at all. She sunk into the boy's arms, and melted into the kiss, her lips moving hotly against his.

Scorpius pushed her towards the wall slowly without breaking the kiss, surprised and excited at her earnest response to his inability to keep his lust to himself. A tingle shot up Rose's spine as her back hit the wall, their mouths interlocked. Scorpius swiped his tongue across Rose's bottom lip, his entire body begging for access to the small girl's mouth. She granted the access and he lifted her up his body so that there faces were level, their tongues arguing about who deserved dominance, Scorpius's tongue winning, much to Rose's chagrin.

Rose moaned into the kiss, as Scorpius expertly explored her mouth, tongue sweeping across teeth and cheek alike. Scorpius pressed his body closer to hers, letting loose a growl of his own. Rose could feel Scorpius's erection against her leg, and so she broke of the kiss, breathing heavily.

Scorpius lifted his face up, slowly sliding Rose down his frame until her feet touched the ground.

He drew in a ragged breath.

"Wow"

Rose turned to face him.

"Don't think this changes anything... Okay it does but... Oh fuck it. Wow."

Scorpius smiled as the redhead contradicted herself. He leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers.

"You are ADORABLE"

Rose gave a small smile.

"No I'm not."

"You are. You're beautiful."

"No. Don't fucking LIE to me."

Her eyes started to dull, and Scorpius could tell she was frantically looking for an escape route.

Rose walked towards the door. Upon reaching it she turned to face the red-faced blonde boy.

"Why was I in your bed. Stay right where you are. Do not move a FUCKING MUSCLE! Why was I there?! Why do I not remember last night. Why the fuck is this happening?! What the FUCK! Don't you dare kiss me you pervert. Just because I'm the short ugly little fat girl does NOT mean my body ACHES for your touch. And to tell-"

"Look at your arms Rose."

Said Scorpius, a solemn look on his well sculpted face. He watched as the girl's face turned from rage to confusion, to defense and finally to fear.

"Don't. Speak. To. Me."

"Rose. I-"

She cut her eyes at him, tears forming.

"Don't. Just... No."

She turned the door knob, flinging the door open, and fleeing the scene.

Little to her knowledge Scorpius followed her, waiting until he smelt the nicotine to open the door.

"Rose!"

She lay on the carpet, a pair of scissors in her right hand, a cigarette in the other. A shallow cut dripped tendrils of thick red blood across her pale and freckled arm, and burns that could only be from a pocket lighter littered her arm haphazardly.

"What! Get out!"

A sob shook her skinny body and she covered herself with her arms, as if blocking her eyes would make him leave her to die.

"Don't LOOK AT. ME!"

Scorpius jumped at her scream, but ran to the hysterical girl.

"NO!"

He screamed, shaking Rose, grabbing the scissors and flinging them across the room. He snatched the cigarette and tossed it in an ashtray.

"Fucking STOP THIS! Stop DESTROYING yourself because You CAN!"

The tears in Rose's eyes flowed freely towards the floor, and Scorpius's expression softened.

He gathered her in his arms, inhaling a relieved sigh.

"Please Rose. You can't do this to yourself any longer."

Rose ignored him but leaned towards his body heat, towards his embrace. Tentatively she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking into his soft grey eyes with her clear blue ones.

"I can't stop."

Scorpius let out a sigh of frustration. He snatched her wrists from around his neck, holding them tightly in his hands. Shaking her he screamed.

"You CAN! Yes you CAN."

"No Scorpius. I can't. I won't. This is me. I've been this way for far too long."

"what can I do To stop This madness, this Pain?"

Rose shook her head slightly. Her eyes welled with tears, but she gave the boy a small smile.

"You can't."

"I CAN! I WILL I CAN!"

"Scor, we have classes to go to. And you can't help me, because I'm too far gone to be happy, to be in love, to feel again."

She walked him towards the door of her room, but during the brief stroll Scorpius noticed something. Her previously black, soul sucking walls, had become a dark shade of purple.

It was Still a dark And dreary colour, but To Scorpius, it was the Colour of hope.

It was a colour that said 'Keep it up! You are helping This beautiful, Fragile Rose bloom.'

So Scorpius stopped Rose.

He kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"I love you Rose. More than I will Ever be able to Explain to you. And you will get better. Not in an hour, a day, a week, a month. But you will get better. Do you know how I know?"

"How?!"

"Purple"

Thanks for reading this whole thing. Please read and review with your thoughts on this story. I love y'all.

Gemma