Mrs Malfoy More and So No More
A/N: An EVEN quicker update! Aren't you lot lucky! We're on a role. Thank you all for all the reviews. MeNuncle and JustSuper appreciate them all. Thank you so much for all your patience! This one is in celebration of The Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince Film- which we LOVED so ENJOY!
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Rose woke up, as the strong arms around her tightened and that smell surrounded her. Subconsciously, she snuggled deeper into him before the reality of the situation dawned on her. She'd just shared a bed, the whole night long with a boy. Nothing had happened, but it could have.
As her body woke up, she realised that Scorpius was only wearing his boxers and Quidditch did his body the world of good. She savoured the feel of his soft skin against hers. Glancing over at the clock she realised they still had time before the day had to start. And somehow, she didn't want to leave; she closed her eyes and thought of what this morning would have been like if she'd woken with Joseph.
She felt a small wave of guilt wash over her but she couldn't place from which direction. As she closed her eyes to sleep again, her 'Joseph daydream' dissolved into a dream in which the part of her bed mate had been taken over by Scorpius.
Almost the moment Rose had shut her eyes, Scorpius stirred in his sleep. He shut his eyes tighter to avoid the streaming sun from behind one of his curtains. This morning however, his nose was met with the sweet smell of honey and a small hint off lemon. The smell seemed vaguely familiar to him, though he couldn't place where from.
He turned absently, towards the smell; his eyes still closed and rested his head on top of his pillow. There was a moment where Scorpius felt as if he'd never been more comfortable. He was just about to fall back to sleep when he heard his pillow give a sigh.
His eyes snapped open, quickly. And as he saw Rose sleeping beside him his thoughts seemed to be going crazy. He began to panic- he had spent the whole night in bed with a girl that wasn't his girlfriend. The guilt however, was subsided with thoughts of the angelic figure sleeping right next to him.
This hadn't been the first time they spent a night together. It had only been Halloween when he had slept on the couch with her all night and then again on New Year's Day where he slept on the floor next to her bed. But this felt different. There was no reason this time- no reason other than both of their decisions and choices. This time there was no bad dreams or a drunken Rose to look after.
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her hair fall over her eye lashes; that had suddenly seemed much longer in the light of the morning. Rose had somehow managed to kick the quilt off her during the night and Scorpius's Quidditch shirt had risen so high up her legs that Scorpius felt guilty for looking at her. He allowed is gaze to follow her long slender legs, all the way up her body and to her face again.
He lifted his hand slowly and curled some hair around her ear and stroked the side of her face, gazing at her with soft eyes. He then pulled the quilt back over them as if it was the most natural thing in the world. For one brief mad moment he wondered what it'd be like for Rose to be Mrs Malfoy for real. Feeling suddenly very hot, he shook the thought out of his head immediately.
"Get a grip," He muttered. "You must get a grip," He pulled away slowly and rubbed his face again. "She's just your friend, get a grip,"
He got up quickly, as if being stung by and stinging jinx and hurriedly he walked to the door. As Scorpius left he couldn't help turn when she made a little noise. What he saw, however, made his mouth go dry; she had purposely moved in her sleep to his side of the bed and had now literary buried her head in his pillow. He stopped and stared for a moment; fixing the image in his mind. Then he thought, with an unknowable certainly, that he was doomed. He grabbed his dressing gown and fled to find a house elf.
As he shut the door, the slight breeze woke Rose. It was darker than she remembered it earlier and there was that Scorpius smell surrounding her. There was that heavy mix of soup and chocolate; homely and comfortable. And yet now when she thought of that chocolaty smell it was the kind of melted chocolate that made her blush.
She didn't realise how long she lay there; inhaling the boyish smell of the bed sheets, but thoughts of being in Scorpius's arms again dominated her brain. Half an hour must have passed until Scorpius came bounding in wearing nothing but a dressing gown and carrying a tray of toast and scrambled eggs.
"Morning Minnie," He said carefully as she sat up and stretched in her arms.
"Hello hubby," She said with a sleepy smile. "Is there smoked salmon in those eggs?" She asked, moving over so he'd come back to bed. He allowed his eyes to trace over the bed carefully before, he pulled himself onto it. He sat beside her on his knees and laid the tray on her lap.
"Off course there is?" He smirked. "What do you take me for," She smiled softly over at him. Her eyes gazing at him as though transfixed. "Well, eat up then," Scorpius managed to choke out. She shook the dazed feeling away and turned to her plate. Her empty stomach had suddenly been replaced by swarming butterflies.
"Careful Skip, give me service this good and I'll... erm..." Rose babbled before realizing what she was going say.
"What?" Scorpius asked looking at her in a way that made her heart feel funny and her ears go red.
"No... Nothing... Never mind," She said as she concentrated on constructing the perfect mouthful. As she looked, up at him she inwardly cursed that he knew her so well. And knew that she'd suddenly felt uncomfortable about admitting how easy this level of relationship was. They ate in silence for a little while before Rose verbalized a thought that had popped into her head.
"I wonder what our parents would make of us like this if they walked in and saw us."
"Your dad would probably kill me!" Scorpius said laughing. "It's one thing to look after you when you're ill and drunk but another to spend the night in the same bed for no reason."
"Yeah dad wouldn't be too pleased... but it's not like you've not made me a professional honest woman." she said lightly before shifting uncomfortably. For some reason Scorpius wasn't joking about being married this morning so she cleared her throat and asked. "What would your dad say?"
"He'd probably be too shocked to say anything," Scorpius smiled. "I don't think he could process the thought of his son sleeping in the same bed as a Weasley. "Mind you it's not like we've- you know- done anything," He gave a weak smile to cover up the slight falter in his voice.
He could see Rose drawing slightly closer to him. The sweet smell of honey was become increasingly strong. His brain felt as though it was buzzing like crazy. He gulped as he drew yet closer to her. He didn't know why he felt the sudden urge to kiss her now but seeing her there dressed in his shirt was making his hormones go berserk.
She didn't know why she was moving closer, but she felt drawn. Her hand reached out and brushed his cheek.
"Of course, nothing happened... You'd have to sweep me off my feet for anything like that to happen." she whispered with and unexpected husk. "You need to shave up by the way."
She removed her hand quickly as if suddenly realising what she was saying.
"Yeah... I'll do that- you better start getting ready." He said. "You don't want to be late for potions,"
"What about all this." She signalled to the dirty plates.
"I'll sort them out,"
"I'll sort them out," She sighed with a mocking tone. She looked at him coyly. "And by sort those out you mean leave them for Winky and write her a thank you note."
"But of course my lady..." he called with a bow as she left their bedroom. He sighed as he headed for a cold shower, internally berating himself, not our room - my room."
As they walked down the corridor, neither Scorpius nor Rose noticed how close their bodies were becoming. However they couldn't stop adjusting each other's state of dress; on a subconscious level it was purely the need for contact. For example, whilst on the move, in a seemingly deserted corridor, surrounded by gossipy portraits, Scorpius had his tie redone by Rose.
Her style of tie knot was peculiar to her. As they walked into class, he was behind her and whispering something unimportantly about their next prefect meeting Scorpius noticed his own hairs on her cloak. So he brushed them off.
To them they were just talking of the potions homework and what potion they'd have to make today. However, even half blind Professor Jacobson, who had lost her glasses, again, could tell that something was going on.
"Thank you for joining us Mr Malfoy, Miss Weasley." At this Rose and Scorpius looked horrid, but they looked up and smiled at each other and for a moment the world stopped. They looked into each other's eyes and Scorpius felt afresh the bitter sweetness of this morning. "Now if you can stop being lost in each other and find your places today we'll be making Amortentia.
"Let us thank Merlin for the small mercies of you two sitting apart" Jacobson boomed not only enjoying the blush that had come to the, now fast moving, head boy and girl but also the looks and giggles from their classmates.
Scorpius scurried over to Belle and, simultaneously, Rose ran over to Joseph. Scorpius watched carefully as Joseph Lions pulled his arm around her and gave her a short lingering kiss before turning to the teacher.
"Amortentia," Jacobson's voiced boomed over the loud chattering of the class room. The students were silent instantly. Usually they took no notice of the slightly forgetful teacher but their interest in this particular potion had created a very sudden change amongst the students. "Is one of the most powerful love potions in the world. Of course you all know this," she scanned every pupil carefully in the room. "Last Year I showed you the potion- this year I will ask you to attempt to make the first part of the potion,"
"None of you have yet the magical and potion making ability to create such a powerful potion, however, you should at least get near enough to the part where you get the potion to smell like what attracts us all,"
Debby lent over to Rose and in a whisper there table could hear but no one else:
"Rose, why did you do Chicken jerky's tie?" She asked as she got her potion started. Rose wasn't looking though, she and Scorpius had sat in each other's eye line; at this moment Scorpius was kissing Belles hand and Rose breath hitched. "And what on earth is going on with you two today?" Rose shook her head and concentrated on her potion.
After a few minutes of her friends badgering she gave up and confessed.
"Ok! Ok, yesterday we had a fight, last night we made up and it was…" Rose answer trailed off. An unknown voice within wanted to tell the truth, it was an amazing night that felt very natural. But a louder voice, that sounded like her father said that if she said anymore people would think her a scarlet woman.
"It was what Rose?" Anita asked in a small hopeful voice. "Because if it's too good I'll have to distract Al with something shiny or he'll kill you both."
"Oh nothing like THAT happened… we just talked and everything's back to normal," She smiled while rereading the instructions. Rose looked up and saw Scorpius looking at her.
She mouthed the word: "What?" He shrugged and she replied, "Back to work," He smiled and saluted her. They silently giggled and returned their potions. But Debby had noticed.
"Stop that," Debby urged; hitting Rose in the arm.
"What did I do?" She replied huffily, her expression turning suddenly very annoyed.
"Stop acting all loved up," Debby continued. "You're the one saying you don't want people to talk." Rose looked at her for a moment puzzled. She added a couple of drops from an old potion and then looked at her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rose looked down at her cauldron while Debby smirked.
"Where were you at breakfast?"
"Skip and I just had breakfast in our room..." Rose smiled stirring. Then having realised what she said was glad they didn't know it all and wouldn't put things that didn't belong together.
She'd meant to say our tower, not room, like bedroom and their bed that she could have happily spent all day in.
"Debby, don't look at me like that" Rose said suddenly frustrated. "Skip surprised me with breakfast - it's not like we're avoiding everyone."
"Our room? Surprised you?" Debby shook her head. "People talk, Rose, people know and they see you all friendly together and they're not used to it." Debby said warningly; only half concentrating on her potion. "They'll put two and two together and make six,"
"Sex" Rose exclaimed loudly, leaping up letting her chair all to the ground and sound echoed throughout the dungeon. Everyone looked at her. The wildest eyes were Al's, Joseph's and Scorpius' all shooting daggers at each other.
"Miss Weasley, is there something you'd like to share with the class?" Professor Jacobson asked flicking her wand so the chair righted itself.
"No, sorry Professor," Rose turned back to her potions; she could feel the back of her neck turning scarlet. She noticed that Al was now keeping an annoyingly close eye on her and so was Scorpius. Joseph, who was sitting next to her, but had heard nothing of the conversation, looked happy with himself. Apparently he thought that whatever Debby and Rose were talking about it was probably about him.
"Sex," She said in an angry whisper. "They're still on that?"
"Well you're not doing anything to correct that opinion, are you?"
Rose didn't say anything for a long time, making sure her potion was at the right stage.
As she stirred, her mind was fighting a losing battle, because she knew that Debby was right. So when Joseph put his arm around her waist and his hand on her behind. Rose didn't do anything to stop him, even though it felt slightly wrong. She felt so uncomfortable, that he was touching her in class that she almost forgot what she was doing.
"Drat," she said loudly when she'd noticed her ginger root wasn't cut right.
"Don't worry about it Princess?" Joseph smiled as he headed to the store cupboard. What Rose didn't notice was that Joseph was followed by both Al and Scorpius.
Al looked as though he was thinking of as many ways to kill Joseph as humanly possible. Scorpius however was trying to control his temper. His heart kicked angrily at the sight of Joseph's hand on Rose. He tried to avoid the situation by ignoring them and concentrating on his potion instead.
"Here," Joseph smiled and handed Rose some ginger root. Rose smiled up at him.
"Thanks," She mumbled, reaching for his hand and squeezing. "You're a lifesaver."
After another hour and a half the potion was complete. Today, Rose wasn't smiling. Usually she'd look down in the cauldron and feel happy. Her potion wasn't right; she smelt it and it wasn't right. It looked right but it didn't smell it. She decided she'd messed it up in the ginger stage. The Professor looked at her potion.
"We have a winner ten house points," she said triumphantly. "This is the best first attempt at Amortentia I've ever witnessed.
"Thank you but no it isn't Professor," Rose said flatly.
She smelt it again. It wasn't right. Instead of the Lockheart aftershave Joseph wore a different aroma filled her nostrils. She didn't smell spices at all instead another smell that she couldn't place.
"It seems perfectly alright to me," Jacobson smiled.
"But it doesn't smell right," Rose persisted.
"I think it does," Jacobson assured her, taking a deep inhale of the potion. "It smells like Pumpkins, Roses and," She took another breath. "Burning wood,"
"I swear this doesn't smell right," She muttered to Professor Jacobson. "It smells like new books, summer sea air at Green Gables and..." Rose eyes closed trying to pinpoint that final smell. "Erm... melted chocolate and soup,"
"Together?" her Professor asked. "Yes you're right that doesn't sound right those two smells..." Then, to Roses surprise Jacobson picked Al and Scorpius, because they were hanging around eavesdropping, to smell it and see who was right.
Both boys smelt it and turned red. They looked at each other, then around the room before settling their gaze on their Professor. "Well?" she asked sharply.
"I only smell three things professor..." Al said in a small voice before jabbing Scorpius' ribs.
"Oh, right. As ever, Professor, Weasley amazes me. I only smell three smells, just like the book says." He smiled lazily. "Her Mystery man obviously is rather odd." As he finished his smile faltering as he headed back to his things to pack up.
"It seems to work fine to me," Jacobson said thoughtfully. "Is there anyone you know or a place you're fond of that has that smell associated with it?"
"Oh well," Sighed the Professor as the clock sounded. "Class dismissed, and for homework a six inch essay on the ingredients for this potion and how some of them are controlled. It'll likely come onto the exam."
As everyone packed up their things Rose felt like she'd been hit by a rather large quidditch bat. Soup and molten chocolate. Soup and molten chocolate. Soup and molten chocolate. The words kept running around her head - there was only one man that smelt like that and she'd spent the night in his bed.
As everyone left the class intent on the thoughts of lunch and Rose's unexpected behaviour, Rose slowly put her things away.
"Hey Min," Scorpius whispered. "Who smells like soup and chocolate?" He said charmingly. But Rose just didn't hear him. "Huh, Huh- Tell me!" He asked bouncing on the balls of his feet like a small excited child. Scorpius touched Roses hand, and she stopped.
"Skip, I've got a bit of a headache thinking about this potion problem." She said weakly. "Think I'll owl my mother." She smiled then looked up to see Hailey about to jump into action.
"Hi Scorpius, would you mind if I borrow my best friend?" She asked firmly. "It's just yesterday she promised that she'd eat lunch with me and we've got to write to your mother… don't we dear?"
"Why don't you spend some time with your girlfriend?" She asked him pointedly as she grabbed Rose and bolted for the door.
Before Rose could thank her lifesaver, Hailey smiled at her.
"You Miss Weasley are welcome" she smiled as she led the way to the Great Hall. "And before you ask; Anita is dealing with Al because you used the word sex and Joseph's eyes lit up like it was Christmas." Rose was just about to say something when she thought better of it. "Debby is ready to protect you from Skip should it be needed. Now we're going to have lunch and you're going to have something probably soup followed by something chocolaty and while you're at it you can dish."
As they entered the hall, Rose smiled weakly.
"No Hails I got the potion wrong sometime… I just need to speak to the best Potioneer of the age otherwise known as my mother."
As they sat at the table Rose noticed that Scorpius was watching her with concern, though still talking to Debby and Belle. She took out her parchment and quickly wrote:
Mother,
I've had some serious trouble in potions class with Amortentia. Please I must talk to you tonight at 7pm via floo network or I think I'll have a nervous breakdown.
Love
Rose
After lunch, because she had class, she slipped the note to Winky to owl to her mother. Her only prayer that day wasn't that her mother could give her the answer like she'd done a hundred times before. Her prayer wasn't even that her mothers' answer wasn't the one she was dreading; the answer that would make her life more complex. Her prayer was that her father had to work late tonight and would never know.
"Hey Winky, Willy," Scorpius called as he stepped through the portrait of a fruit bowl and into the kitchens. "Any chance of an early dinner- I've got detention later," Scorpius sat by the table him and Rose had shared their first night back. He took his usual seat; facing the kitchen and the mound of house-elves turned their eyes in his direction.
"Evening, Mr Skip," Willy greeted eagerly, plumping up Scorpius' cushion. "Is Mr Skip wanting the usual?"
"Yes please, Willy," Almost instantly Willy ran off to a cooker and began preparing Scorpius' usual. Winky on the other hand sat at the other side of the table and blinked at him repeatedly.
"How are you Winky?" Scorpius asked, more or less just to be polite. He was never as fond of Winky as Rose was; she was slightly strange and her mannerisms put him a little on edge.
"Winky is fine, Mr Skip, sir," Winky sat up a little and suddenly her face lit up into a large smile. "Winky likes to be given jobs Mr Skip, sir. And today Miss Minnie is giving Winky a great job!"
"Oh yeah," Scorpius exclaimed, eyeing the chocolate cake that was being iced. He loved chocolate cake. "What did Min get you to do?" He asked absentmindedly trying to be polite.
"Miss Minnie gave me a letter to owl to Mrs Wheezy. Miss Minnie is worried she is getting her love potion wrong," Winky said as she dished out a big portion of Irish stew with beef and potatoes and 'man stuff' as it was always described by Winky every time he had asked her what was in it. "Say Mr Skip is Mr Ali doing the detention with you?"
"Thank you Winky" Scorpius said as he received his bowl. "Yeah actually he is," Scorpius said with a smile. "Why?" he asked as he dug in.
"Well, Irish Stew is Mr Ali's favourite too," She said enjoying Scorpius's enjoyment of the food. "I will save him some too Mr Skip, for Mr Ali, like Mr Skip gets very hungry after detention." Scorpius stopped eating for a moment. The idea of having something in common with Albus Potter other than their mutual dislike to McLaggen was an entirely new concept to him.
He pondered this shocking revelation for another moment or two but his attention soon turned to another thing Winky had said.
"A problem with her love potion?" He asked quickly; Winky turned to face him. "You sure that's why she owled her mum,"
"Yes, Mr Skip, sir, Winky is quite sure," Winky said her eyes alight.
"Are you sure it wasn't because she felt ill,"
"No, Winky is sure, sir, very sure Mr Skip sir," Winky repeated. "Miss Minnie is wanting to talk to her Mrs Wheezy Properly, Mr Skip sir, tonight at seven,"
Winky left Scorpius to his dinner and as the house-elves continued their preparations for feeding the rest of the students Scorpius was left to his own thoughts.
'Rose needs to talk about her potion, he thought, but why? Her mother maybe brilliant but she's no potions master? He took another mouthful of his stew. Maybe she's using the potion as an excuse. I mean she has been even freakier than usual; Saying sex in class, obsessing about my tie… sleeping with me last night. Scorpius gulped hard just thinking about it. I hate to even think it about my best friend but; Merlin waking up with her was something else.
For a moment he closed his eyes and remembered her walking into his room wearing only his jersey.
Slowly, those long silky legs came to him and instead of just sitting on the bed and waiting for him to stop pretending to sleep. She moved so she was pinning him to the bed then she kissed him. Kissed him in a way that you don't do if you're just best friends.
And while they were kissing he laughed into her mouth; he couldn't help it.
"What?" She pouted. She dipped her head to kiss his neck. The feeling was intoxicating… Even this daydream part of him wondered why she always kissed or snuggled him there.
"Minnie, do you really think that you can hold me down…" He muttered.
"Course I can, and if you dared prove me wrong I'd…"
"You'd what?" He said kissing passionately.
"Why I'd think you're a big brut!" She giggled. There was only one thing for it, he flipped her over – even though she tired to resist…
Then, opened his eyes and he smiled to himself as he started to eat again.
He sighed frustratedily. "Get a grip Malfoy!!!"
Why was it that everyone and everything was conspiring for him to be consumed by his redheaded best friend? His dreams and daydreams were beginning to betray him. After New Year's both his father and her's had given their blessings; which was a minor miracle in of itself. And now this morning… there'd been Willy's eagerness to get them the perfect breakfast in bed tray. There was the way Rose had fussed with his tie which was fascinatingly ordinary and yet extraordinarily lustful.
But the worst thing today had been the Amortentia. For goodness sake, betrayed by his own nose! For him love smelt like, broom polish, his mothers muffins and honey with a zing of lemon; otherwise known as Rose.
"Evening Mr Ali, sir," Scorpius swivelled around quickly. His heart racing furiously, as if it was some way possible that Albus Potter could read his mind or see his daydreams. Scorpius gulped nervously. "Is Mr Ali wanting his Irish Stew?"
"No thanks Winky, just a Manwich to go please," Scorpius snorted. Al, who had apparently not seen Scorpius there sent him a penetrating stare and raised a brow.
"A Manwich?" Scorpius laughed. "Don't you mean a sandwich, Potter?"
"No," Al said looking slightly disgruntled. "A Sandwich is a Sandwich a Manwich is a meal,"
"Potter, that makes absolutely no sense at all." Scorpius smirked, finishing off his stew.
"Yes it does! A Manwich is something my Uncle Ron invented. It's a foot long, got 5 layers and has a selection of meats and cheeses. Every good thing is in this." He said wistfully, his eyes unfocused. "Winky even saves meatballs for me, and there are sausages; Winky puts chips in it too." As his eyes refocused they came across Winky's finished masterpiece.
"That looks good," Scorpius agreed wholeheartedly.
"It-Is-Excellent!" Al answered through a mouthful. He cleared his throat. "A Manwich is a brilliant pre-detention meal on the run. Usually I go for Winky's Irish Stew; beef and potatoes and man stuff… she says."
"Yeah but she never tells you what the man stuff is!" Scorpius laughed looking affectionately at Winky then back at Al. Albus had managed to already consume half the sandwich. "Potter, why on earth can't you eat like a Wizard, have you got a dislocated jaw or something?"
"It is nice that Mr Skip and Mr Ali is finding cooking interesting," Winky smiled from behind her lashes. "You is starting to sound like Miss Minnie and Miss Annie," Scorpius and Albus exchanged worried looks. They then started coughing as if it'd make their encounter manlier.
"Well we'd better be going to detention, Malfoy," Al said in a suddenly very stupid sounding deep voice.
"Yeah," Scorpius coughed in a similar tone.
"Let's get out of here and get to detention with Uncle Goyle. Don't worry if we're late – he won't mind." Scorpius said grabbing the two piece of chocolate cake Willy offered, as Al trailed behind him still stuffing face.
"To the owlery!" Al declared between bites then added grimly. "And while we scrub we can figure out what to do about this Joseph/Rose sex situation." After he said this he covertly noticed that Scorpius had quashed one of the cakes. He made no comment, but filed the information away.
Rose looked down at her bowl of veggie noodle and sighed. What she really longed for was one of her father's Manwiches. Something she could dig her teeth into… but she knew her stomach couldn't stand it.
She looked up and her heart gave a flutter; Joseph Loins was looking wonderful and was walking her way. He was just coming back from quidditch practice, wearing Ravenclaw's new warm jacket over his jersey.
"Hello, my beautiful lady." He said kissing her hand before sitting down. Then, he started to pile his plate with as much chops, chips and roasted root vegetables as he could find.
"Hi," Rose replied with a deep happy sigh.
"Rough day," He asked with a smirk. He gave her a short one armed hug.
"I j-just erm... haven't been feeling too good," Rose said feeling slightly distracted. She'd be speaking to her mother in less than an hour and her nerves were starting to take a toll. She usually went to her father for help but she couldn't tell her dad, not this time.
"Aw, I can make it better," He kissed her on her neck a little. As he did so Rose noticed that Scorpius and Belle were not there; she imagined them off by the lake laughing, joking, kissing; a short shiver fell down her spine.
"You really are ill aren't you," Joseph said offhandedly. "Here," Carefully, he removed his jacket, placed it over her shoulders and hugged her again.
"Oh Rose you'll be alright as long as I'm here." He smiled. They sat for a while, Rose was reasonably done with her food suddenly. So she sat quite happily, if with a little distance, with her beloved boyfriend. He was describing various funny incidences; while Rose was half listening and figuring out how to word this conversation with her mother.
"I think I'm going to have a lie down," Rose said standing up quickly.
"Do you want me to come with you," He raised his brows suggestively at her, clearly not getting the message Rose was trying to give.
"No, really," Rose said with a smile. "I just need to be on my own and get some sleep," She eyed her watch carefully; it was twenty to seven already.
"Well at least let me walk you up," Rose made no objections and wasn't sure why. It was perhaps the way in which Joseph looked at her. Or the fact that he was being so nice it put her nerves at ease but she allowed him to get up and usher her out of the room.
As they slowly walked, he was being so charming; making jokes about charms and runes that Rose felt almost herself again. When they got to the tower, he kissed her in such a chased way; the small romantic part of her brain flipped, but the other, larger part felt guilty.
It had taken the thought of Scorpius and Belle enjoying a tryst by the lake for her to verbalise what had been bugging her all day. What if her mother told her she hadn't mistakenly done something to that darned potion? What if she'd smelt soup and molten chocolate because she liked Scorpius more than she thought. What if she'd kissed him, shared his bed and had been silently thrilled at being called Mrs Malfoy because that would mean that Scorpius would be her's forever.
She tried not to think about it any further as she wondered up the stairs and into her bedroom. And as she grabbed Scorpius's Quidditch Jersey, She vaguely registered Miriam the Mirror's voice saying, "Wearing it again dear?" She ignored her and brought the Jersey to her nose. She allowed the aroma to fill her body and no matter how much she denied it in her mind, her body sighed in pleasure.
She shook the feeling away. Perhaps, even if the potion was brewed correctly, the smell was simply because they were friends. They had, after all these years become near enough inseparable. And the only reason she suddenly disliked Belle and seeing her and Scorpius together was just her being protective. They had, after all become like siblings. It was perfectly normal to feel protective but she hadn't smelt Hugo in the Potion.
She frowned.
She decided that it was best to wait for her mother before thinking about it anymore. She quickly looked around for her dressing gown but couldn't find it. She looked at her watch again. Five minutes to seven. She sighed again. Then aimlessly pulling on Joseph's jacket, she climbed down the stairs where she would wait for her mother.
"So that's decided then…"
"Yeah… Manly stuff includes… Worcestershire Sauce, Pearl Barley and several bits of lamb,"
"'Cause lambs liver is manly and no one of the faint of heart eats barley,"
Both boys were scrubbing and after convincing caretaker Goyle that it wasn't exactly 'cheating' to shut the birds out of their home for the task; they had a laugh at the indignation of the owls. Fortuity, Goyle had gone down stairs to find some owl treats to make amends with the birds.
Detention was the only time, if any, that Al and Scorpius could get along. United in their determination to get out of it as soon as possible, Al and Scorpius worked incredibly well as a team.
"Bet Lions' not man enough to eat Barley," Scorpius blurted out bitterly, without thinking.
"Nah, his too much of a girl," Al agreed, soaking his sponge in a bucket of water again. "All muscles and perfect skin- I bet he goes to a gym and a spa," Scorpius laughed.
"Does it matter?" Scorpius' expression changed suddenly as he uttered the words. "Rose will probably bonk him anyway," Al suddenly went into cousin mode and stared angrily at Scorpius. "Don't give me that look Potter," Scorpius said without looking up. "You saw Lion's eyes light up when she mentioned sex, today, in Potions,"
"Yeah, I did notice that," Al said scrubbing harder. "He was touching her bum. That's why I reminded him of our New Years conversation."
"But you shouldn't have needed to, though" Scorpius said firmly. "She should have told him to toss off."
"If you ask me Malfoy, you look rather jealous to me…"
"Well I'm not," He said quickly, then the groaned. "How would you feel if you found out your best friend was going to have a floo conversation with her mother saying that it's about Potions but you suspect it's about whether she should get jiggy with Loins?"
"WHAT?" shouted Al leaping to his feet, brandishing his scrubbing brush like a weapon. "And you're here talking to me?" Al looked at Scorpius as if he was crazy.
"Well sorry, Potter, if me being here is not to your liking," Scorpius spat bitterly. "But do you really think I would rather be here with you than finding out what Rose wants to talk to her mum about,"
"Well why don't we then," Al said suddenly, throwing his sponge into a bucket.
"Do what?" Scorpius said looking puzzled.
"Get out of here and listen to Rose and Aunt Hermione's conversation,"
"You're crazy, Potter, you know that?" Scorpius said sitting up on his knees. "Absolutely insane- you have a screw loose."
"Don't you want to know if Rose and Lions is planning to..." he trailed of trying to find the right word. "You know?" He emphasised.
"Of course I do," Scorpius said without a second of hesitation.
"Well then," Al said as if it was simple, getting to his feet.
"Well then, what?" Scorpius stood as well, looking at Al with a bewildered look. "Potter, I know we're magic and all but there is no way we can get out of here before the end of Rose's conversation,"
"Look, we don't need to finish of here," Al laughed. "With your connection with 'Uncle' Goyle and with my Marauders Map and invisibility cloak- we're sorted,"
"That's true," Scorpius said with a smile. "Uncle Goyle owes me one for taking the heat with my mum when she found a 'naughty' magazine; she gave me THE talk again. I'll just leave this chocolate cake and a note, it'll be cool."
Three minutes later, Al and Scorpius were making their escape. The map showed that Rose was in her room – they had to be very careful when they got back to the tower.
"Right Potter," Scorpius said with an air of false bravery. "Thanks for the loan of the cloak but if you don't mind…"
"Malfoy, I'm coming in there with you, you pompous fool." He said with an amused smile.
"Fine- my casa e sue casa for now," He said as he let them in. Just as they did Rose descended her stairs and she sat cross legged in front of the fire. And the boys, as quietly as was wizardingly possible secured themselves on the stairs.
The boys and Rose needed but a minute until there wait for Hermione was over. There was the familiar flame explosion then.
"Rosemary Minerva Weasley what on earth are you wearing?"
Scorpius and Al just looked at each other: to Scorpius' memory she was wearing the jerks jacket, but Scorpius couldn't see that she'd slipped that off to show Scorpius' Quidditch jersey.
'Yes,' Al thought, 'why is my cousin wearing HIS jersey?'
"Nothing, mum," Rose hissed quietly. "My wardrobe choice is not what I wanted to talk about, believe it or not."
"Alright," Hermione said hesitantly. "What potion went haywire?"
"Amortentia," Rose sighed. "I followed the recipe to the book," She continued. "It looked right but it didn't smell right- I don't get it,"
"What do you mean it didn't smell right" Hermione asked seriously. "What did Professor Jacobson say about it?" From one staircase Scorpius and Al looked at each other and grinned, identical grins that shouted: 'this should be interesting.'
"She said that it smelled fine," Rose said confusedly. "Like Burning wood, Roses and Pumpkins." Rose paused. "She even got Al and Scorpius to smell it- apparently it was the best first attempt she'd ever seen,"
Hermione then tried to stay serious, "Well, honey, what did it smell like?"
From upstairs Al internally cursed that he wasn't down there to see the look on Rose's, surely crimson face. Scorpius's life was suddenly flashing before his eyes of all the times him and Rose had been close. His heart beat then quickened as he began to imagine how much more awesome his life could get if she uttered the words: 'Like Skip'.
"Erm well..." She trailed off for a moment and tried to think of the words. "Well it smelled like new books, summer sea air at the Green Gambles and..." She stopped again. Al and Scorpius thought that maybe she had left; but no, there she was sitting in front of the fire; her body completely and utterly still.
"And, by the way you're hesitating; I'm guessing a boy is the next smell?" Hermione smiled remembering her first encounter with that same potion. "Just because it smells like someone unexpected, doesn't mean it was wrong. Was it Al?" Hermione asked as her smile turned wicked.
"Of Course it wasn't Al!" Rose blurted out, somewhat disgusted; she didn't notice the sigh of relief coming from the two boys behind her. "Why would I smell Al in a love potion?"
"Oh I don't know," Hermione sighed, shifting position. "It was the second name that popped into my head that would be making you freak out like this. You're acting exactly like I would if I'd smelt Harry."
"Al's my cousin," Rose said again, in a harsh whisper. "I didn't smell Al,"
"Good, I know you don't want me to be asking who..?" Hermione paused hoping Rose would tell her everything. Then she sighed. "Tell me what then?"
"It smelt like a mixture between soup and molten chocolate,"
As Rose said it she subconsciously moved her head so she could smell Scorpius's smell.
"Rose, what's that you wearing?" Hermione asked in a no non-sense way. "Let me see." She ordered. From the stairs Scorpius closed his eyes and wished something would swallow his heart. She was, after all, wearing Loin's jacket. Al, on the other hand, showed more practicality than most Potters' his age and looked. As he did so, his eyes widened.
"It's no big deal," Rose said hesitantly. "It's only clothes," Her mother, on the other hand didn't look so convinced. It was as if something had just dawned on her.
"Rose I'm going to tell you a story." Hermione started, having figured out what was going on. "Once upon a time, a girl fell in love with her best friend, who happened to become a big Hogwarts Quidditch star. One day, the boy who had just helped defeat the most evil wizard ever, was at the girl's parent's house. The girl wore his Quidditch shirt to bed and the next morning her father saw and went bananas. Let this tale be a lesson to you, muggles are capable of scaring full grown wizards and…"She paused for dramatic effect. "NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU'RE FATHER LIKES THE BOY YOU LOVE, NEVER LET HIM CATCH YOU WEARING ANY BOYS QUIDDITCH SHIRT UNTIL YOU'RE GOOD MARRIED, YOUNG LADY!"
"Its cosy," Rose said defensively. Al looked as if he might have laughed at the thought. Scorpius' heart, however, sunk slightly. The simple thought of Rose wearing some other boy's clothes for comfort acting like a dagger through the skin. "It's warm..." She continued but Hermione frowned. "It's familiar," She settled with.
At this point in the conversation Hermione moved to see if Ron had returned home. While busy, Rose muttered, so even the boys couldn't hear her.
"That's because it doesn't smell like his hair. It smells like his safe, warm and delicious neck."
"ROSE WEASLEY!" her mother shouted, Rose quickly looked at her. For a moment, she hoping against hope her mother hadn't heard her. "What business do you have smelling any boy's neck and coming to the conclusion it was; safe, warm and delicious?" Scorpius' insides began to turn to jelly. It was enough for Rose to be wearing another boys clothing but it was another thing for her to think his neck was warm, safe and delicious as well.
"I don't know- I didn't even realise I thought that until today... Argh, mum what am I going to do- what's happening to me?"
"What's happening, my love is that you've fallen for someone?" Hermione smiled fondly. "It's very common at Hogwarts. And if it can happen for your father and I; it can happen with you and..." The boys didn't hear the boy's name; but they didn't need to. Al was suddenly felt very uncomfortable because Scorpius didn't look happy at this news. This was great because it meant that he, Al, could stop worrying about the Giant squid boy. All Scorpius had to do is let his cousin down easy and he could breathe easy again.
"Shhh," Rose said in an urgent voice. "MUM! It's not like that. You know it's not," She hissed. "I hardly; I mean I've only just..." Scorpius felt sick; just because she hadn't been dating him long didn't mean she couldn't love him. He gulped hard.
"Calm down dear," Hermione said wistfully. "I'd known your father for less time then you did when I first smelt that potion. Sent me reeling too. Then, there was that Lavender business." Rose looked crossly at her mother. "Getting to the point, GO AND TALK TO THEM. Set the record straight so you can move on with your life and not break, or have broken anyone's heart." Scorpius and Al looked at each other. Them? Who was this them of which Hermione spoke?
"Stop comparing me to you and dad it's not the same," From what Al could see Rose was shaking her head furiously as if she couldn't believe what was happening to her.
"No it's not the same sweetheart. I keep bringing your dad and my relationship into this because I only have it as a reference point." Hermione said a little hurt. "Anyway, you're forgetting that I've seen you together. And I'm just saying that; you need to talk to them about your feelings. You all deserve that..."
"Oh, I know you're right- of course you are... it's just- strange, you know?" Rose sighed for a moment looking sadly at her mother; Scorpius leaned a millimetre closer as if it'd mean he could hear well. "When I'm with him it just feel so perfect like I can do anything- like I don't have to hide behind books. He makes me safe and he makes me... Happy," Scorpius felt as if everything was suddenly still; and then out of nowhere, Scorpius felt as if he'd never be happy again; as if a Dementor had swooped over him; his heart throbbed heavily in his chest as he waited for her next words. "How do you tell someone all that- that you want to be just friends?"
It was as if something inside him had snapped. He felt this terrible feeling in his stomach; it felt as if his head would explode of emotion. He stood up and Al looked questioningly at him. "I can't take anymore of this," He muttered. And as he scurried up the stairs, Al leaned even closer to Rose; straining his ears he hardly even caught the last sentence.
"How do I tell Joseph that I don't want to be his... that I want to be with my best Friend?"
"Oh darling- I know- no one ever said it was going to be easy. I wish I could talk longer but I got to go. Your father's home," Hermione said with a little smile. "Bye baby girl – and remember; TALK TO THEM!"
"Yeah, mum bye," Rose said in a distant voice that surprised Al. He chanced a glance at her. She'd discarded the jacket and had stretched the jersey over her legs and was just staring, dreamily, into the fire.
Al rolled his eyes and without thinking headed to Scorpius room. When he got up there he found Scorpius silently storming around his Slytherin themed surrounding, muttering darkly under his breath.
"She- I thought- It's not like it matters," Scorpius said sounding very angry and hurt, pacing the room rapidly and rubbing his temples. "If she's in love with him why the freaking hell should I care?"
"Because it means that we have to beat Loins up because sex might happen!" Al commented matter-of-factly. Scorpius looked at him with daggers.
"Why Lions?" He questioned, talking to Al for the first time ever, as if h were a friend. "Out of everyone she could have fallen for and smelt in that potion- why him?"
"Don't know," Al said looking around the room. "At this point, I'd even prefer you for Minnie." Then he stopped and stormed towards the bed and grabbed a familiar piece of material. "Why the hell is Rose's dressing gown on your bed?" he said a little too loudly whilst getting up in Scorpius's face.
"Oh that's- nothing," Scorpius said disinterestedly. "She just slept here last night- she must have left it behind," Scorpius clearly hadn't realised the danger of the situation because Al grabbed his robes and growled.
"WHAT THE HELL?" then he shock him.
"No, not like that you nitwit!" Scorpius said urgently. "I didn't mean it like that- we chatted and we fell asleep- nothing happened," Al was about to reply but suddenly footstep distracted him.
"Skip, are you up there?" They heard Rose's voice coming closer. "Quick, under the cloak," Al whispered. "If she finds us she'll make up her own killing curse - that involves swearing," But as Scorpius got under Scorpius added. "But this isn't over, Malfoy." They were just safe when Rose opened the door and walked in.
As she opened entered, Al felt Scorpius' demeanour change. What he didn't know was that it was because Rose was wearing Ravenclaw blue. She looked around timidly for a moment. She allowed her gaze to trace the room, before her eyes landed straight at them. They both found themselves holding their breath as she walked over to them. She stopped right in front of them and reached out. Scorpius felt his heart racing rapidly. All the time thinking. She loves him, she loves him. He had to stop himself from saying anything. Just as her hand was centre metres away from them she picked up her dressing gown from the floor.
"I knew I'd left it somewhere?" She muttered shaking her head.
For a moment neither boy could figure out what she'd do next. To their surprise wandered over to the window seat and stared out at the stars. She looked thoughtful. Al looked over at Scorpius; he was staring in Rose's direction. He didn't know how he knew this but he realised that the other boy was looking not at her, but at Loin's jacket that was totally covering Scorpius's jersey. Al decided to talk the lead. He silently got Skips attention and quietly mouthed and mimed.
"Let's get out of here,"
Scorpius however stood transfixed. His eyes were completely hollow and empty of emotion; he seemed to be completely and utterly drained. "Come on," He hissed quietly.
He glared at Skip in utter disbelief: he couldn't fathom him. He leant over and whispered in his ear.
"If she finds us, we're dead men!" finally Scorpius relented and the silently made their way out into the corridor. Once they were securely out of the portrait whole, Al slipped the invisibility cloak of and scanned Scorpius's cluttered appearance; the sudden tiredness of his eyes and the paleness of his skin. He briefly imagined how he'd feel if he thought Anita was in love with someone that wasn't him- he felt something heavy fall at the pit of his stomach.
He then looked back at Scorpius and saw that he was feeling the same, like his world had been shattered in a mere half hour.
"When you get back in there, just listen to what she has to say, alright?" Al said sighing heavily. He didn't know why he wanted to help Scorpius Malfoy but, he just knew he had to. "Just listen,"
"Potter" Scorpius almost spat. "It's been lovely spending time with you but…" he said sarcastically. "But push off," he said shovelling Al.
"You know what Malfoy" Al muttered trying to keep his composure. "You get one for free. That one's it." He said as he knocked passed Scorpius, then it dawned on him that Scorpius hadn't heard everything. "Listen to her." He called over his shoulder as he stomped off to Gryffindor tower.
Scorpius watched him leave, with every step Al took his eyes narrowed further. "Listen to her," Scorpius mutters. "Yeah, listen to her rip my heart into a million pieces."
Al turned and looked at Scorpius from under his invisibility cloak. He looked like a caged animal pacing: then suddenly he punched the wall. And although his hand reddened and swelled, Scorpius just looked at it thinking:
'This can be fixed easily. If only this thing with Rose could be fixed so quickly.' He lent on the wall and slid down it, composing himself. He wasn't crying but he was visibly upset. Al sighed and silently left. Scorpius slowly breathed. In. Out. In. Out. He counted down, slowly from twenty with each breath settling his nerves. When he got to one, he stood up and looked at the door and 'sallied forth' to… He wasn't sure what, but something.
It was no good. The second he mumbled the password under his breath his heart started thundering again. "Get a grip," He said trying desperately to calm down. "Get a grip," It felt like that's all he had been saying all day.
The portrait door opened and instead of seeing the empty common room like he had expected, he came face to face with a slightly startled looking Rose, who must have come down when Al and Scorpius had left.
"Hi, Skip" she blushed, suddenly feeling foolish. "Did you have a good detention? Have you eaten?" Skip didn't say anything. Rose looked him up at down trying to find out what was wrong, then she saw the hand.
"Scorpius Malfoy!" she chased. "You've been fighting Al haven't you?" she said as she went for his hand and gently brought it up so she could see it. Scorpius just looked at her, half heartbroken and half wondering how it would now be if she loved him. Rose sighed.
"This light will never do," she said timidly. "Come to the sofa." He followed her blindly to the sofa, his eyes staring at her fixedly. He didn't speak, he watched as she examined his hand. "What the hell did you do to yourself, Scorpius- I told you not to fight with him," Rose said frustrated yet somewhat calm. "I should have known you wouldn't listen though," She went on. Scorpius started to feel angry. He snatched hand away forcefully.
"Because it's always my fault, I suppose," Scorpius spat viciously.
"No," Rose replied quickly, she looked lightly taken aback. "I didn't mean-"
"You know what, Rose; I don't care what you mean anymore," He said standing up and leaning over the fire. He closed his eyes, hoping she'd leave him so he didn't take his hurt out on her. After all, she'd never done anything to directly lead him on.
Then, unexpectedly he felt her arms wrap around his abs, she rested her head in between his shoulder blades.
"You don't mean that Skip…" she said shyly again. "You're my best friend and I know you don't mean that. Talk to be, tell me what happened." At this softness, Skip thought he'd never been so confused. Part of him wanted to shout and rage the other wanted to the opposite. So he closed his eyes, turned round in her arms and wrapped his around her.
"I suppose you do know me…" he whispered, resting his forehead on hers. He knew she was about to rip his heart out, but he needed one sweet memory to hold him for life.
"I do, but you need stop treating me like a mind reader and talk to me" she said distractedly as he stroked her cheek.
"Well, Mrs Malfoy" He purred, gazing into her eyes fantasying a little; as his anger having turned to passion. To his surprise, instead of continuing to lean in, she stopped and moved her arms up and pushed at him.
"Stop Skip," she said breathlessly, her head swimming with a desire she'd never known before. "We need to talk…"
"Oh," Scorpius said releasing her a little; he gulped in order to loosen up his suddenly tight throat. "Erm... Right," He finished lamely.
She smiled sweetly and led him to the sofa.
"This is going to sound totally out of the blue but certain facts can't be ignored. Like the fact that my potion didn't actually go wrong today. I was just surprised at what I smelt, what it would mean for me. For us Skip..." she rambled in her own sweet way. Skip looked at her, his heart breaking as she talked. "What I mean to say is..." she took a deep breath gathering her courage. "I'd like you to stop jokingly calling me Mrs Malfoy..."
His heart stopped. Completely and utterly stopped. "What?" He said, his mind swirling around as if he'd had too much fire whiskey.
"That potion, Skip, made me do a lot of thinking. All day in fact," taking him by the hand. "And I even spoke to my mother. Skip with all these feelings; it's not right you call me Mrs Malfoy..." she knew she was doing a rotten job of explaining. But by fire light, where it would be so easy for her to succumb to her passions, she felt they had to get it out there and that if he felt the same, which she was convinced he did. Tomorrow, she'd speak to Joseph, he'd speak to Belle and they could start something special and new. She was expecting the shock on his face, but she wasn't expecting what came next.
Scorpius got up suddenly as if he'd been shot by a stinging hex.
"I don't want to hear it, Rose," Scorpius said desperately shaking his head- he'd be damned if he'd let himself hear the word falling from her lips. He couldn't be rejected like that- not by her. "You don't need to explain- I get it," He breathed hard. "You should be with Joseph, anyway,"
"You don't want..." she said in a hurt voice. She tried to verbalize her feelings again. "But what do..."
"I can't do this, Min, any of it," Scorpius yelled, as he began pacing the room. "I can't do this anymore. You're happy with Joseph- why should I stand in the way," Scorpius said trying to keep his anger in check but his insides were fit to burst with emotion. "Look we don't feel the same way- what do you expect me to say, Rose?"
"You don't feel the same as me" she yelled back suddenly heartbroken. "Yeah, the hell you don't. What happened to us being friends Skip? If the situation was reversed I'd…" then she shirked with frustration. "You know what I am happy with Joseph and you have Belle. THANKS FOR NOTHING!" she yelled hurt beyond words.
"Well you know what?" Scorpius screamed back as Rose started crying a little in her hands. "I thought we were friends too. You have no idea, min, no idea what it's been like," He said, he felt numb. He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry, to throw things but all he did was stand their while his insides screamed for a way to end all this.
"Oh what it's been like for you: for you? That's all you ever think about!" she said regaining her senses. "What it's like for you? I spend my life thinking about what's best for you: Because you're my friend, and I love you." She was now mad like a proper Weasley. "Why did I ever think a Malfoy male could be anything other than selfish?" she grabbed her wand from the sofa and made a slashing motion; looking scarier than she felt.
"Yeah that's us," Scorpius spat, seething. "Useless, selfish and cruel Malfoy's- not like prissy, perfect, prefect Lions- he's a proper little gentleman- you know what you and him are made for each other,"
"I'm no lady Malfoy. You saw to that last night. A proper prim lady wouldn't have shared your bed no matter how innocent. But I see why you did it now – for cheap thrills, something to hold over me later maybe…" she said suddenly distort, what would her parents say. "A real man wouldn't have done that Scorpius." she yelled with a sneer.
A sudden flow of emotion coursed through his entire body. He just wanted to hold her and kiss again just one more time. But almost the second he was about to do it- kiss as if his life depended on it- she stepped back- her face warn and tired.
"Go back to Belle Malfoy," Rose screamed, her voice hitched slightly through her sobs. "You're not wanted here- go to Belle and leave me alone,"
"Fine," He yelled feeling hollow. "You know, at least Belle knows how to be with a man. At least she isn't totally demented - must be the lacking of stupid Weasley hot headedness," The truth was he loved that and couldn't stand it that he'd never enjoy that again. He turned and headed for the door.
"I hate you, Malfoy!" Rose screamed as the door closed. Then she fled to her room and wept into his jersey, not feeling hate at all but overwhelming and heartbreaking disappointment.
Scorpius walked quickly down the corridor aimlessly. His heart was aching slowly. He tried to block the hurt he was feeling- he forced his eyes to be focused instead of blurred up. He coughed a little in an attempt to hold back his tears. His body felt restless. And as he walked off recklessly, he gathered no thoughts about where he was going or what he was doing; he just went onwards, his insides screaming for the pain to disappear.
"Come on, come on," he said continuously. "Malfoy's don't cry, they don't damn cry," Scorpius leaned on a wall for a moment to steady him. "Come on, Malfoy," He said shutting his eyes tight. "Stop it; she's just your friend- get a grip,"
"Scorpius," He flung around and saw Belle standing over him; he turned around and wondered how the hell he had ended up in the Astronomy tower. His insides were still squirming; his heart was playing games with him and his brain was extremely fuzzy. He wanted it to stop.
Then, without thinking, he went straight to her. Took her in his arms and roughly put passionately kissed her. He drowned out the thoughts of Rose with pure Belle: her softness, her arms that wrapped round him and the moans that issued from her as he let loose.
He left her smile and wanted to make her smile more. A memory of a smiling girlfriend would definitely be better than a screaming Rose. So he forgot himself and trailed his kisses to her neck. She wrapped her leg around his.
"I'm- so- happy- to- see- you," she said between sweet kisses that she placed on his lower lip. "I think I like you being this forward," He ignored her and instead trailed his tongue along her jaw bone, over to ear. He teased her earlobe with his lips.
"Oh Scorpius," She sighed happily. "I didn't even know you liked me that much…" he stopped and looked into her eyes.
"Of course I like you Belle," He said breathlessly. "You're amazing." He reasoned, trying to convince his heart that this wasn't a betrayal.
"Am I?" she purred. "Well, let me show you how amazing I can be…" she smiled as she boldly lifted her hand and began to unbutton his shirt.
A/N: Cliffie! Oh we know you hate us but we had to honestly. So what do you think?? Happy? Sad? Loving it? Hating it? Wish Joseph and Belle could die? Wish bad things on us writers? Whatever the feeling we want to know!