Desperately sorry for the ridiculously long gap. I had mocks :( well, here is the last chapter of their fourth year. I hope you like it :)
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Her hands had always been chafed. Rose had loved playing outside too much to ever care for them properly. Her fingernails were pale half moons, her palms lined and taut. Dried blood caked her fingernails now, sweetening the smell of neglect to a musty rust.
She had no idea where she was. Somewhere in Hogsmeade no doubt. She was pretty sure it was a Sunday, and there was a sneering pile of homework waiting for her when she returned. Friday night had been a nasty sight for all; she'd completely flipped the wonky-wheel. All she could remember was grabbing Scorpius by the scruff of his shirt and pushing him to the wall.
"Why?" she had sobbed.
"Because you hurt me! Why should you be crying?" he had a lump in his throat.
"Scorpius." Rose said maliciously.
"Rose." He said gently. The rest was quite hazy, with a lot of upturning of tables and tearing of curtains, and plenty of fighting, mostly with Scorpius. Then she ran till she could run no more, and collapsed here, where she drank from a nearby stream, and ate little to nothing at all.
"Scorpius." She said aloud.
"SCORPIUS!" she screamed. Nothing. Not a soul. With great effort, Rose Changed, and trotted, weak kneed, home.
This was her first solo prank in months. Rose had cunningly nicked the music player used in the extra dance lessons that took place on the fourth floor every Thursday night. She casted a quick Muffling charm on her empty dorm, locked the door to a NEWT standard, and played her song. Muggle, unfortunately, but perfect for the situation. It was by Death in Vegas, called something like Your Loft My Acid remix, and Rose was in heaven.
It was trance music, and like she was hypnotised, she swayed with the music, before screaming nonsensically and ripping all the bed sheets. It was beautiful and sensual, moving through her like she was jelly. There were faint knocks on the door, a few attempted unlocking charms, none which worked.
After an hour or so, Rose managed to sneak it out with Tommy's help.
"Haven't a notion as to why you's have that yoke wi'cha, but I hope it's good." He winked, and she snuck down to the fourth floor, planting her time bomb with malice.
When Thursday arrived, Rose publically announced that there'd be something quite exciting happening in the music room at half five tonight. Naturally, half the year, and many other years, turned up to see what the fuss was about.
Rose lurked in the corner, watching Professor Lughart smile smugly to herself; she never got an audience. The students waited patiently, watching the dancers warm up in their fluffy legwarmers, waiting.
Finally, silly, ignorant Wilma Lughart started the magical record player. Sound exploded in all directions, crooning and hypnotising. Professor Lughart watched the chaos unfold in a dream like state. Rose's trance was only broken by two pale hands on her face, and Scorpius's mouth unnaturally close to hers
Her heart pounded quick and hard in my throat, like a bird's.
"Don't leave me." Rose whispered.
"Never let me go." Scorpius pushed her head back, letting his lips brush hers more gently than should be allowed. Rose shoved him against the wall. Hard.
"Don't." She grinded her jaw, touching her nose against his.
"This summer, you're coming over to mine, yeah? We're going out, and getting fucked. Alright?"
Rose blinked at his unusually coarse language, but nodded.
"Al and Tommy are coming as well, yeah?" his words were slurring together.
"You're poison, Scorpius." Rose whispered into his mouth. "But you're my poison." She left the crumbling room, fleeing to her own, where she slept dreamlessly.
Her dynamic in school seemed to be ever-constantly changing. Now, Scorpius and she were having a headfuck, whereas Tommy and Al never stopped obsessing over bums and booze. Summer was coming, quickly and coyly, and Oscar was always there, never leaving.
It was May the twelfth when she'd had enough. She'd seen enough Patricia and Scorpius to keep her from breaking inside.
So she did something very, very outrageous. Oscar was chatting to some girl with dark hair and dark eyes, a Ravenclaw called Sally. Someone unimportant. Rose had returned from a morning of gooey kissing from Patricia, and she couldn't bear to see Scorpius's tongue move any further down her throat.
She moved across the grounds, and watched Oscar with interest. He caught her eye, and winced. It was then that Rose walked, not quickly, but purposefully, to him and Sally. She didn't care that she was interrupting a mildly interesting conversation; she couldn't give a toss.
Rose walked right up to him, and grabbed him by the face, and lo! she bloody kissed him. If he was surprised, Rose didn't notice. She felt him kiss her back, and his hands on her waist. There was a timid cough, which they both ignored, then an irritated sigh, before Sally left entirely.
"Is that a yes then?" Oscar asked, his breathing heavy.
"Yeah." Rose said awkwardly. Oscar smiled genuinely and untainted, before kissing her again. His eyes sparkled in the late afternoon, and they spent the rest of the evening under their willow.
Summer came. It always does, eventually. Now Rose and Scorpius talked painfully. It was always there, the absence. An absence of closure and lips crashing. It was unbearable.
Daisies bloomed and the grass whistled in the light breeze. It was hot and sickly, and covered in Oscar's kisses, and enthusiastic hands. Rose played along, always watching Scorpius in the corner of her eye, and he the same.
Then they were on the train home, and Rose and Oscar played coitus in the bathroom. He kissed her neck, and pushed her waist closer to his.
"I'm going to miss you." He said, his speech muffled by her skin.
"I'll miss you too. Write to me every day, no, maybe every three days, I couldn't handle every day." Rose rambled, feeling his hand on her bare thigh.
He smiled against her collar bone. "Will do, Rosie."
When the train stopped, Rose rushed out and into her mother's steady arms, where she suppressed tears and watched Scorpius hug his father. Scorpius winked and smiled slow and wickedly.
When she went over to say a goodbye, he whispered in her ear slowly and quietly, "Seriously. Fucked. Up." And kissed her cheek. Then he was gone, his blonde head disappearing into the jolly crowd.
Albus and Rose held hands on the way to the car. He twirled her around and lifted her up. Her sides ached from laughing. Albus knew just how to make her laugh herself breathless. She loved him more than ever now, in this strange, in-between moment of air and ground. He put her down though, and they climbed into Ron's Fiat.
"Rose." He said, as the car passed building after building, until it was hill after hill.
"Yes, Al?"
"Next year, we're going bloody crazy." He winked. Rose snorted, and continued to gaze at the land scenery. It better be crazy. She needed a bit of distraction.