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He only nodded. Did that mean he knew? Or was he acknowledging it now?
"I want to ask you a few questions." she said, now nervous.
She took in his appearance.
He was wearing the same clothes from before. A green, Slytherin scarf was draped around his neck, but other than that there was nothing to protect him from the cold November breeze. His platinum hair was windblown, more messed than usual. His cheeks were tinged pink from the cold. Even in the moonlight his eyes shone like mercury. She couldn't help but marvel at how good he looked.
Penelope was right; there was no denying he was handsome.
His face as usual betrayed no emotions.
"Before you do, I need to apologize." He said suddenly, his voice hoarse.
She looked at him confused. "I'm sorry about your accident Weasely. It was pretty much my fault." He said.
"I was completely aware of what I was doing Sc- Malfoy, so I don't understand why you should feel guilty." She said her brow furrowing at both his reasoning and the use of her last name.
"If I hadn't been showing off the previous night you wouldn't have done something so stupid." He said disagreeing with her.
She was about to retort, but her shook his head, not willing to argue.
"You wanted to ask me something?" he said changing the topic.
"Yeah. I wanted to know why you broke things off with Penelope. Things were going great between you, and suddenly out of the blue you ditch her. Don't give me that crap about how you can't be committed to one girl for too long, because we both know it's not true." She said in one breath.
All that anger she had felt the previous year, and the confusion, it all came back with a force.
"That's between me and Thomas, Weasely. I don't see how any of it concerns you. And don't think that you know me just because you got your memory back. You didn't know me when I was dating Penelope, and you most certainly don't know me now." he said, using the same tone as her.
"That's the point Scorpius! It's not between you and her. She is as much in the dark as to why you dumped her as I am. And that's because you're being so damn secretive. Just spit it out already. Because that one decision of yours changed a lot of things." She said ignoring the last part of his tirade.
"You really want to know why I dumped your friend. That's what you came here to ask me? I can't believe you Weasely! Are you seriously that messed up?" he said.
"Yeah, I might be that messed up. I had a serious head injury a month ago, so I'm entitled to it. But you know what's more messed up Malfoy? What's messed up is the fact that you are continuously avoiding answering my question. What's messed up is the fact that you are calling me Weasely now, after all that we've been through." She said, her eyes flashing.
"Fine! You want to know, I'll tell you. And if it makes any damn sense to you then good, because I sure as hell don't get it." He burst out finally, surprising her.
"Firstly I asked her out only as some stupid dare. It was supposed to be just one bloody date. But we actually seemed to enjoy each other's company, and it got out of hand. I never meant it to get so far, but it did, because breaking up with her meant cutting ties with you." He said his tone bitter. He looked away from her, breaking eye contact as he spoke.
Rose was shocked by the revelation, but she felt compelled to speak.
"It was never like that Scor. We would still have been friends." Rose said thinking of the days they used to just sit around by the lake, chatting.
"Of course not Weasely. Look what happened when I did break up with her." he said humorlessly and she knew he was right. And then slowly the meaning of the last part of his words seemed to sink in. Before she could jump to any conclusions of her own, he continued.
"Secondly it was far too obvious that she was hung up on Potter. It started getting on my nerves towards the end." He said and she nodded knowing how true his words were.
"And lastly I couldn't be with her anymore because I was falling for someone else…" he said, causing a sharp intake of breath from Rose.
"Who, Lydia?" she asked incredulously. Their relationship had been an absolute joke. For one, she knew that they had never gotten along before. And then suddenly they were locked by the lips and couldn't see past one another. It had been hard to digest, not just for Rose, but the whole school.
"No… you." He said simply, his steely gaze locking her in place.
Had she really heard right? He had fallen for her? That was the cause for all the drama? Well that simplified things, didn't it? Now's the part where you confess everything and jump him, a part of her brain was screaming at her. But the more rational part was questioning everything, reminding her of how he had treated her the past month. He had definitely come through when she had needed him the most. He had been with her whenever she was alone. But that was because of the guilt. Was it? What was real and what wasn't? It was making her head spin.
She continued staring at him, dumbfounded at that one revelation, not sure whether to believe him or not.
His eyes bore into hers; not giving away even an inch of what was going around in his head. They stood in silence for what seemed like eternity, both not moving a muscle.
The silence was charged though, making the atmosphere around them charged. It was one of those moments which could turn the world upside down. It would make everything either perfectly right or turn it horribly wrong. Rose didn't know what would happen. She didn't know what she wanted to happen.
She looked up at him, actually looked. The platinum hair was falling softly onto his forehead, into his eyes.
His eyes.
Their burning intensity scared her.
They were hypnotic, and she was drawn closer to him, just by their pull. She was now standing right in front of him.
Just one step and she would be in his arms, tiptoeing would get her what she was yearning for.
Yet her mind still argued it was wrong.
She saw something change in his eyes, a sudden look of determination on his face as he set his jaw. And then his hands cupped her face, as he lowered his head and his lips claimed hers. It was a soft, non-demanding kiss.
He seemed to expect her to push him away, as he pulled away shocked when she yanked him closer, kissing him back.
She stared at him confused.
The sudden rush of cold breeze after the second's warmth gave her the push she needed. His hands still held her face, and she realized he was confused too. She pulled away, her brain seeming to finally win over her body.
"But we can't, can we?" he asked, his voice rough.
She shut her eyes trying to collect her thought.
Her cheeks felt cold, away from the warmth of his fingers.
That one brief kiss had scattered her thoughts completely. How could a second of contact affect her so much? She opened her eyes to find him staring at her, the emotionless mask back on. He also seemed to have put a little more distance between them.
"Why not?" the words escaped her lips before she knew it. His eyes widened slightly at her question.
"You're not running back to Scamander now?" he asked genuinely confused.
She shook her head, waiting for the question she knew would come.
"Why did you break it off with him Rose?" he asked on cue.
"Not because I was in love with his twin, I can assure you." She said, trying to lighten the mood.
It worked, as he smiled. Not his trademark smirk, inherited from his father, but a smile.
It made her weak in the knees just to see it. He didn't say anything else however, waiting for her to continue.
"Because you messed with my head Malfoy…" she sighed, finally admitting the truth.
"I fought with myself all summer, telling myself how you were wrong for me, how you were my best friend's ex. When I finally thought I had myself convinced, I realized he didn't want me back. And you know what happened after that." She said.
"So? What now?" she asked, watching him draw closer to her again.
"Now it's up to you to decide if you want to give this a shot…" he said, his smile growing bigger as his hands came to rest on her waist.
"What is this exactly?" she asked, a smile forming on her lips matching his.
She knew what her heart wanted, what her body was screaming for. And all of a sudden it didn't seem like such a bad idea.
"This…" he said kissing her again, more passionately this time. She kissed him back, but he pulled away all too soon. His eyes were twinkling with mischief as she surveyed him in the moonlight. He was grinning at her, looking extremely happy. She was sure she looked just as happy as she beamed back at him.
"This means I want you to be my girlfriend. It means I get to take you out on dates. It means I can kiss you whenever I want…" he said cheekily, kissing her again. "And it means I want us to be exclusive?" he added the last one, a slight shadow of doubt lingering.
"I do want you to be my boyfriend; I would love to go on dates with you; I sure as hell want to kiss you whenever I want to and yes Scor, we're definitely exclusive." She said firmly, attaching her hands in his soft hair as she pulled her face to hers again. Maybe everything would be alright after all, she thought with a smile.
As they walked back to their dorm, he pulled her closer, his hand firm on her waist. The smile on her face only grew brighter as she settled into his embrace..
She didn't know how they would break the news to everyone else. She didn't know where they would be a year from now. Hell, she didn't know what would happen even a week from now. All she knew was that she cared deeply about the man next to her, and he felt the same way about her.
And that fact just made everything seem right.
Hogwarts was never without drama, and they would most certainly face it together.
AND IT'S DONE! :D :D
I had a blast writing it... I started it ages ago. Putting it up here definitelt helped me finish it! Well just an epilogue left, and I have no clue what to put on there! I'm pretty bad at all the mushy scenes :P But I'll figure something out! If you liked it then leave a review? Thanks!