Chapter Three

As the sun rays filtered through the heavy red curtains of his bed, Scorpius groggily opened his eyes. He sat up and wiped them with the heels of his palms, ridding them of last night's sleep. Looking around the room, he blinked in confusion, his mind still foggy. He was aware he was not at home; he knew he was at Hogwarts but this wasn't the dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower. For one thing, Al's bed wasn't next to his own; in fact, his bed was the only one in the room. His eyes sharpened more, used to the light, and his mind awoke.

The Head Boy's dormitory.

He was used to luxury, after all the Malfoy Mansion had volumes of it, but even this room was brilliant to Scorpius. The Kings sized four poster bed, with gold inlays and red velvet curtains, was beyond comfortable. As he pulled back covers, and stepped onto the ground, his toes sank with pleasure into the plush burgundy carpet. He shivered as the cold air hit his nearly naked body, leaving the heat of the covers.

He stood up, flexing his muscles; aching as they weren't used to movement after being inactive during his sleep. Glancing at the clock and deciding it was probably time to get ready, he walked into the en-suite bathroom, pulling his white tight boxers down already as he went.

The bathroom was similar to that of the Prefect's Bathroom. It had a sunken white marble bathtub, although it was half the size it was still impressive, complete with the many different bubble filled taps. A toilet was to the back of the room, in a cubicle, and two sinks with mirrors above them on the wall along the side of the room. Along the other, was a shower that looked large enough to fit at least six people. The room was lit softly by an ornate candle filled chandelier. He threw his boxers onto the pile of white fluffy towels next to the shower, and turned on the shower head, feeling the water temperature. He was startled by a shriek from behind him.

Turning around rapidly, a shriek escaped his own mouth.

Rose was stood there holding a blue toothbrush in one hand, and gripping the sink counter with the other. She was already dressed for school, wearing the strict school uniform minus the robes. After getting over his initial shock, he got over the fact she was looking at him naked. He took pride in his body and he had never been a prude. He watched as she trailed her gaze down his body, her blue eyes widening when it reached his manhood.

He was partly glad that the one time she would see his penis at least it was stood to full attention. 'Got to keep up the rumours and all that' thought Scorpius, smirking to himself.

"Wow, who knew there'd be something that would make Weasley so speechless?" drawled out Scorpius.

She blinked, snapping herself out of something, scowling again. He noticed with glee that her ears were tinged red. "I was just wondering how you ever managed to lose your virginity."

"Even for you, Weasleton, that was lame," grinned Scorpius. "You know you can't find much wrong with my body. Granted there might be a few small things you'd change but the big things or perhaps the big thing, I know you wouldn't."

"You're full of yourself, Malfoy," sneered Rose. "Besides, I think I'll leave you alone now to erm... make yourself relieved."

"You know you have an urge to do it for me," smirked Scorpius, only just reaching for a towel to wrap around his slender hips.

She glanced down briefly to where his towel did little to hide his bulge. "I've seen better."

"I like to think that you haven't, although I don't doubt that you've done the extensive research to find out though."

Rose rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. "You have no right to criticize my sex life, Malfoy. I have just as much sex as you do, but as you're a male you think you're so amazing because of it. I'm a girl so therefore it must make me a total slut."

"Well to be fair, you're not exactly hard to get into bed are you," chuckled Scorpius, knowing he was just trying to stretch the argument out with meaningless taunts. He knew she wasn't a slut but he'd come too far to give up now.

"For some people probably not, but I think you'll find for you it would be tremendously impossible," snapped Rose, before leaving the bathroom, slamming the door shut in her wake.

He knew he'd hit a nerve.


Scorpius scanned the room as he entered it slightly late, noticing the empty space behind Rose. He slipped into it quickly whilst giving Professor Slughorn an apologetic smile.

"I was beginning to wonder where you were, Scorpius boy," boomed Slughorn across the echoing dungeon. "Never mind, open your book to page fifty three."

Scorpius nodded and emptied his bag of his potions equipment. Then he waited. He waited because he knew it would only be a matter of time before Rose wanted to make some sort of smart remark. Especially after the way they left things in the bathroom.

"It took you long enough to put some clothes on, Malfoy," smirked Rose, turning around as Slughorn checked the store cupboard.

"I know it disappoints you that I have," chuckled Scorpius.

"Hardly." With a swish of her wild hair she turned back around to face the front as Slughorn started talking again.

Today they were making Amortentia; the world's most potent love potion. It was a banned substance at Hogwarts and with good reason. It could potentially result in an infatuation so strong nothing could get in its way. However, under strict supervision, it was a potion on the syllabus for Seventh Years. It was a tricky potion. He knew he would have to use his full concentration, although, nothing was stopping him having a little fun with it. Slughorn had finished talking and the room was hustling with action. Al had already gone to the storeroom, presumably for Rose as well, so he took the time to scrunch up a spare bit of old parchment and throw it at her head.

"Ow!" she exclaimed in surprise before turning around angrily. "What was that for?"

"I've got a deal for you."

"What sort of a deal?" asked Rose, with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. She'd folded her arms, probably in exasperation, but he couldn't help but notice the change it made to her cleavage. It's not his fault that as a guy he was prone to looking there, he thought to himself in defence.

"An interesting one," he replied with a glint in his hazel eyes. "It's a wager of sorts; based on how well we perform in today's potion lesson. In simple terms, whoever makes the best potion – wins."

"Al always makes the best potion though," said Rose in an early dismissal. "You know it's his dream to become the next potion pioneer."

"And I know all his dreams will come true, which is why this bet is strictly between the results of our two potions alone."

He could see her weigh it up in her mind. She didn't even know what the prize would be yet. Although he wasn't friends with Rose Weasley, he was forced to spend time with her and so he knew her. He would never tell her that but he knew her a lot better than what he let on. Rose Weasley enjoyed a challenge.

"It depends on what the prize is and whether or not it's worth my while."

"If I win you have to do anything I want you to do for the rest of the day until midnight. If you win, it's vice versa."

Her lips formed a small 'o' shape and her eyes with the excitement of possibilities.

"It's a deal, Malfoy," concluded Rose, sticking out her hand for him to shake. "I hope you're feeling lucky."

He grasped her hand firmly, her long lean fingers wrapping around his. "I always am, Weasley."

Scorpius released her hand and turned to face his cauldron. Looking around the classroom, he noticed he wasn't that far behind so he started tending to the fire beneath his cauldron.

Half an hour later, as he gently lowered the last of the five unicorn tail hairs into the boiling clear liquid below him, he looked up to see Al stood in front of him.

"Hey what's up?"

"Nothing at all, I'm at the brewing for twenty minutes stage so I thought I'd stop by your table for a while."

Scorpius gave three sharp stirs counter clockwise and lowered the height of the flames flickering beneath his cauldron before contributing to the conversation fully.

"As am I now."

"Okay, I lied," admitted Albus, raking a hand through his raven hair. "I didn't come to see you for 'nothing at all'."

"Then why?"

"What are you up to with my cousin?" asked Al, a questioning look on his face.

"Nothing at all."

"Okay, from the past minute's experience I know that's a crappy pathetic lie. You both keep glancing at each other and I swear to Merlin, I'm sure I saw the pair of you shake hands. Have you two made nice? Or have you two made nice-nice? Cause if it's the second one, then eww."

Scorpius chuckled. "Your cousin and I have not made nice and we certainly haven't made nice-nice."

"Then what's with the hand shaking and flirty glances all lesson?"

"We've made a little bet," confessed Scorpius. "On who's potion is going to be the best. We're not looking at each other, we're keeping an eye on each other's potions."

Albus sighed. "You're both as bad as each other. Can't you at least try being friends?"

"It's been six years, Al, if we didn't get on during any of those it's probably not going to happen any time soon. We're fine as we are, you best get back to your potion."

As Albus walked away, he saw Rose staring at him with suspicion, thoughts obviously fluttering past her mind in a whirl. He stared at her for a while, studying her with a low gaze. He'd never really taken the time to look at her properly. He'd never wanted to, she was an annoyance, and if he had looked it certainly hadn't been her face. This was a shame in itself, as her face was indeed a remarkable beauty.

"Stop looking at me, perv."

"I'm just trying to think about what I can make you do."

"You shouldn't waste your time."

"Time to stop, please, turn off your cauldrons," called out Slughorn, dragging both Rose and Scorpius out of their thoughts.

Scorpius looked at his potion with a sigh. He knew it wasn't as perfect as Al's was but he had no idea whether or not it topped Rose's. He seriously hoped it did because he knew she could have a pretty twisted mind when she wanted to.

Slughorn was making the rounds to look at each student's potions. It was quite a sight to see his big red face inhaling the spiralling steam. His face was in Al's now, a huge big beaming smile on said face as well. Rose's was next, and Scorpius edged a little closer so he could overhear.

"Well, Miss Weasley, let's have a little looksie at yours now," said Slughorn, peering into her cauldron. Rose's face was blank of emotion; not a hint of mischievous evil on it. "The steam isn't right, I'm afraid. It's supposed to spiral, not just rise." He stirred it with a glass rod and lifted some up to his nose. "I can smell something faintly, but it's not enough to clearly make it out. You've done better than most of the class so never mind."

He knew he had done better. His smoke was spiralling and his nose was clouded with confusing scents; the smell of Quidditch grass, the aroma of sex and something that he couldn't quite place. He'd even had to step back so that he didn't get a headache. The professor had just finished tutting at a boy in Slytherin and so now it was the final verdict.

"Oho Scorpius," boomed Slughorn merrily. "This is good. Not as good as Mr Potter's but then he is a talented boy. Very clear scents, a good spiralling steam and it's the right colour. The only thing I can find fault with is that it doesn't seem to have the right sheen on it. With sharper more controlled stirs, it would shine with quality."

"Thank you, sir," smiled Scorpius cordially. "I shall put that into practise for the next practical we do."

Scorpius' was the last potion for the teacher to examine and so Professor Slughorn dismissed the class. He packed up his things slowly and out of the corner of his eye he could see Rose doing the same. He gave a cheeky wave goodbye to Al who frowned and shook his head as he left the dungeon. Scorpius had just swung his bag strap onto his shoulder when Rose appeared at his side.

"Want me to carry that for you?" she asked, gesturing towards his bag.

He laughed. "You're taking this in your stride."

"You won by being fair and square (I hope)," said Rose resignedly. "So do you want me to carry it for you or not?"

"Don't be daft, Weasley," dismissed Scorpius. "I'm not a slave master and although I do not doubt your strength, it would be mean of me to make you carry my bag whilst you're carrying yours."

"What do you want me to do then?"

"Just be in our common room at ten-ish," grinned Scorpius. "And you'll be all mine."


The seconds ticked closer to ten o'clock and Scorpius was still sat alone in the Head's Common Room. He laid on one of the long red leather couches, his hands behind his head and his long legs crossed at the ankles. His tie had been shed and his shirt now had the top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He glanced at the clock once more and felt his eyes drooping.

Scorpius squinted and lifted his head with a groan.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up," chirped Rose, sat cross legged with her back propped up against the opposite couch, in a similar state of dress.

"What time is it?" asked Scorpius groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"It's half eleven," replied Rose with a devilish smile. "So you only have half an hour to control me."

"You let me sleep on purpose!"

"You looked like you needed your rest."

"Well I don't anymore," said Scorpius, practically growling. He relaxed back into his previous position, before he fell asleep, and smirked. "Stand up and come here."

She stood up as he asked and he watched her long legs walk towards him with pleasure. He'd had what one would describe as a 'dry spell' recently and so Scorpius wanted to have some fun.

"Strip."

It was a simple command and she merely raised an eyebrow before grabbing the hem of her white shirt and pulling it slowly upwards. Although he was shocked he hid it well. He had expected more of a fight and a confrontation. He knew she wouldn't refuse because it was a bet and she fulfilled all her bets and dares to the best of her ability.

The shirt was completely off now and she was currently freeing her wild hair from its tie. To be honest, nothing had ever looked sexier than a half naked girl running her hands through her hair and her bottom lips ever so nicely being bitten down by her front teeth. She was wearing a purple bra, her heaving flesh peaking out so teasingly. Merlin, her skin was creamy. Rose hooked her thumbs under the top of black, pleated skirt and shimmied it down to reveal matching purple, lacy panties. Scorpius sat up; he couldn't ignore his urges any longer. He grabbed her by the top of her pelvis bones, and pulled her closer. He placed his mouth against her flat stomach. He trailed his lips round to her side and into the valley which was her waist. He nipped at it with his teeth gently and sucked.

Scorpius felt her hands on his shoulders, pushing him away. He withdrew his mouth and leant back to look at her, expecting to get shouted at yet he only saw lust in her eyes. His body sagged against the couch as she continued to push down on him. He was even more surprised when started to straddle him. He placed his hands on the back of her smooth thighs and swallowed slightly as he felt her breasts pushed against his chest. Her knees were situated either side of his hips and her hands were still resting on his shoulders. Her head buried itself into the contour where his neck joined his shoulders. He could feel her hot breath on his skin and he had to stifle a moan.

And then she started chuckling.

Rose sat up abruptly, still chuckling, getting up whilst putting on her clothes.

"Why?" asked Scorpius, his voice slightly higher than before.

"It's midnight," answered Rose, hastily dressed with an evil smile. "Ergo the bet has ended."

"Was there any need to tease me just so much?"

"You know you enjoyed it," said Rose, rolling her eyes. "Time for you to have another cold shower, don't you think?"

"Ha ha de bloody ha," muttered Scorpius darkly, as Rose shut her bedroom door behind her. "Bloody Weasley."