Seventh Year. November 18th. 10:15 pm. Rose Weasley's Suite

Rose was standing on her balcony. Droplets of rain were falling on her and she couldn't bring herself to care. Scorpius hadn't spoken to her since their argument. She didn't know why she cared so much. She didn't want him. She shouldn't care. What did she expect would happen? That he would profess some kind of love for her and wisk her into the sunset. No way. Not Scorpius Malfoy. She didn't want Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius Malfoy didn't want her. She didn't know what she was hoping would happen with that little tirade she went on. But for some reason, seeing him with that girl in HER common room, ignited something in her. She was…jealous. No, she wasn't! She didn't care! Fuck him and that little whore! She turned briskly as the rain picked up, about to walk in her room when she saw him, standing directly behind her in the rain.

"Gods Malfoy! You scared me to death!"

The rain seemed to explode in that moment and soon they were both getting drenched. He walked up to her, standing mere inches away from her. She stood stock still and briefly she wondered whether he was going to push her off the roof.

"I hate you. I hate that I know you. I hate that I think about you. I hate that I've just spent the last couple of months just thinking about you. You are the bane of my bloody existence. I hate that you're in my dreams. I hate that you're in my head." Scorpius said quietly, standing on her balcony as rain hit his shirtless torso and ruined his silk pajama bottoms. "I hate you, Rose Weasley."

Rose looked him straight in the eyes as her wet hair stuck to her skin. She could see her breath in the cold November night. "No, you don't." She whispered.

Scorpius took a deep breath and stared into those big blues. "No…I don't."

He grabbed her hard and pulled her into him. He crashed his lips to hers with an aching that she almost immediately reciprocated. He sucked on her lips with a kind of slow desperation of someone who was living in every moment of something they had been terrified to experience.

She dragged her fingers through his hair and he found himself leaning into her hand. He picked her up suddenly and carried her off the balcony, out of her room, across the balcony, and into his room, where he promptly closed the door with his foot. His balcony doors were cracked open and the thunder outside raged and the rain exploded on the stone. He laid her down on his incredibly soft, incredibly expensive sheets and looked her square in the eyes.

"I hate that I have fantasies about you. About kissing you, exploring you, making love to you. Fucking you. I hate that I've been having them for years and no matter what I do, I can't stop."

She was shaking as her wet clothes clashed with her increasingly hot skin. "No, you don't."

"No…I don't."

He kissed her again, and her body was on fire. He dragged his hands down her skin like he was memorizing it. Like he had been waiting to do this forever. He pulled the wet clothes off of her before pulling off his own and all that was between them and destiny were a few scraps on lingerie and boxers.

He dragged his hands down her chest and cupped her breast, groaning and grinding himself against her. She gasped in a mix of pleasure and surprise. She was losing herself.

He was panting now, the combination of touching her where he had only ventured in his dreams and pressing himself so close to his ultimate desire was overwhelming. Then he was mumbling in her ear as they pressed slowly and meticulously against each other:

"I dreamed…dreamed it would be like this." He panted as he bit into her skin. "I wanted to…" He rasped as she rolled her hips into his. "I wanted this…I need this…"

She moaned as he pressed harder into her center. She gasped as his hand grabbed her ass, controlling the rhythm of her hips against his cock as his pace increased rapidly.

"Gods! I hate that I love the way you moan!" Scorpius gasped as his eyes rolled back and his back arched harder into her. Gods, the sounds she made! He was so close...

Rose licked her lips and cried out as he hit that little bundle of nerves that put this whole thing into motion. She gasped, "No…gods…no you don't."

"OH GODS! NO, I DON'T!" Scorpius yelled at the top of his lungs before kissing her deeply.

They ground into each other with an increasingly desperate rhythm. Scorpius released a carnal growl as he buried his face in her neck before whispering, "I…I ….I want…I want to be inside you so badly…so deep inside…I...I want to fe-feel every inch of you around me..."

Rose wanted to say yes. Her body was SCREAMING 'Yes'! She instinctively ground her hips up as soon as he said it. He dragged his fingers down to her panties and started to roll them down.

"No!" Rose said, and she shot up from underneath him. He looked at her incredulously.

"What did I do?!" Scorpius said. "Gods, I'm so sorry!"

"No! You…you didn't do anything! I…I shouldn't have…I'm not ready… Gods I'm sorry!"

"No!" Scorpius yelled as Rose started to get out of his bed. He grabbed her wrist. "Please! You never have to apologize for...for not being ready... I just got a little carried away is all! Do…do you want to leave?" And for the first time in his life, Scorpius knew exactly what he wanted her to say.

Rose looked sheepishly at her barely clad body, she pulled the comforter up to cover herself and blushed. "….No." And she meant it. More than anything.

Scorpius bared the widest smile she had ever seen. "So stay! Please stay. We can just…be together."

"Are you sure?" Rose replied. Scorpius found it amazing how she could go from being erotically irresistible to angelically innocent in 5 seconds flat.

"I have never been so sure of anything in my life. Rose…stay with me." Scorpius said quietly. Then he blushed. He said her name.

"Ok." She said, slipping back down in his bed.

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her nose. "Don't move. I'll get you something to sleep in and uh…I gotta go to the loo really quickly. Promise you won't leave Rose?"

Rose smiled. "I promise."

Several minutes later, Scorpius came out of the loo looking decidedly satisfied. He quickly looked over to his bed and found himself relieved to see Rose still there, under his blanket, arms around her legs. He quickly walked over to his closet and pulled out a white t-shirt. He tossed it to her and she pulled it over her head. He quietly climbed back into his bed and pulled her next to him. He then fixed the comforter around her, remembering how much she was shaking before…well before.

"Scorpius Malfoy is a gentleman?" Rose said, looking up at him as he tangled his fingers in her hair.

"Only for very special cases." He said smirking down at her. She rested her face in his neck and found herself slowly drifting asleep far quicker than she ever had in her life.

Scorpius watched as she started to fall asleep. He pulled her leg over his and she wrapped her foot around his calf. Scorpius couldn't believe it. He and Rose Weasley were sleeping in a bed together after the hottest session of grinding he had ever experienced. And what's more, he wanted her to stay. From the moment she tried to leave his bed, he was desperate to make her stay. He had never wanted a girl to stay.

Finally, after months of denying it, of trying to explain it away, he finally admitted it to himself. Scorpius Malfoy fancied Rose Weasley.

"Goodnight Scorpius." She said in a sleepy voice that made him feel oddly warm.

"Goodnight Rose."

And he didn't hate that he loved the way she said his name.