Chapter 8
The library, the night before the end of 7th year.
Rose ran her fingers along the spines of the books, in the selves. She was hit by memories of all the hours of slugging away in the library, trying to impress her parents, trying to impress everyone else. It was after hours and no one was allowed out of bed, but she couldn't help it. She was wondering around, reminiscing of all her time spent in the magical castle. The library was never the sanctuary that the kitchen was for her, but she did spend a lot of time in there over the years. It was so quiet but after the year she had had it was good to be alone. And she was alone, until she heard someone clear their throat behind her.
"Lumos" she said as she turned around to see Scorpius Malfoy. He too lit his wand. The first thing she noticed was he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was clad in long, cotton, pajama pants and a black, wore-out robe, he left open so she could see his defined chest and abs. His golden blonde hair, messily sticking out at odd angle, just made him look down right sexy. Rose blushed at the thought. Gaining her composure she said, "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I could say the same about you." He replied, taking a couple of steps towards her before leaning on the bookshelf, so that he was only about a metre away from her. Rose didn't move, but just held his gaze. "You know," he moved a bit closer, "I am slightly disappointed," he said nodding to her outfit. Rose looked down at herself. She was covered by her own robe, the belt tied it closed. However, she knew what was under it and was glad he didn't otherwise he probably wouldn't be disappointed. Rose's heat rate increased, her breathing becoming slightly broken as she looked up to find him closer again.
"Well…believe it or not Malfoy, I don't need your approval," she whispered, trying to sound nasty, but failing miserably.
"Especially, since you got Dan's."
"Dan!" Rose snapped, before realizing where they were and lowering her voice. "Dan and I broke up ages ago, what's he got to do with anything?" Dan Parkinson had asked Rose out a couple of months after they returned to school. It last all of 3 months before they decided to break up. In the end Rose didn't really like him like that, and she couldn't kid herself any longer.
"Well, you got his approval and you gave him yours," Scorpius whispered in his rough, low voice and moved so that they were only inches apart. Rose smirked and held her ground, craning her neck to look up into his magnificent blue eyes.
"Is that jealously I hear?" Rose raised her brow questioningly and challengingly. Scorpius didn't answer, so Rose decided to continue, thinking she was only tormenting Scorpius. "Do you want my approval, Scorpius?" she said in her best sexy voice as she ran a finger slowly, teasingly down his bare chest. Her breath hitched and she stopped her teasing as he reached for the belt of her robe. He tugged at the knot and it came undone. She was surprised she didn't stop him, her own body portraying her. She closed her eyes as she felt his warm hands slid in the robe and rest at her hips. She was wearing a short summer night dress, but the thin fabric didn't stop the sensation she felt where his hands held her. Scorpius leaned down so that he could whisper in her ear.
"Even better," he said as his hot breath tickled her neck, referring to her sleep wear. His hands began to wonder up and down her sides, as he placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. She couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips, encouraging him to continue, he moved closer to her neck, tasting her. Her hands slid over his abdomen and up to his chest, taking pleasure in his muscular physique.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered suddenly in between a moan. He pulled back slightly and she opened her eyes and stared into his. Passion and desire could be seen in both of their eyes. However, there was also fear, confusion and amazingly hope. Scorpius didn't answer but his eyes flashed towards her lips briefly, before settling on her brown eyes. He leaned down slowly, inching closer towards his target. Their lips were about to touch, when the sound of a cat meowing made them stop and turn in search of the noise. On the floor beside them was Mrs Norris II, Filch's cat. They ran.
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