She felt her whole body scream back to life with a giant breath of air.
"I thought you should see what he sees." Her mother rested a soft hand of her daughters back. "When I noticed that they were the same aside from point of view, I thought I should share. Maybe it'll give light on something we haven't noticed."
"Are you going to show him mine?" Rose breathed.
"Yes. I think so." Her mother crossed her brows determinedly. "I think it's only fair."
"Okay," Rose still struggled to catch her breath. "I'm going to go see if I can catch the end of lunch. See you at curfew?"
Her mother nodded and so Rose left.
"Hey Alex," Rose huffed, almost landing on the Slytherin table.
"Hey you." She replied, shuffling through her book bags. "Can you give this to your mother tonight?"
Rose looked at her incredulously.
Alexandria just rolled her eyes, "I heard your mother was helping out with this and I thought I'd give her all I'd been able to research."
"You've been researching?" Rose's eyed the mounds of papers been handed to her. "Since when?"
"Few weeks after it started I guess?" Alexandria shrugged, taking a pencil from Hyacinth Flint beside her.
"Thanks," Rose smiled.
Alexandria almost blushed, "Oh shut up Rose. You're making me feel very un-Slytherin right now."
"Oh shut up, you know us Slytherin's stick together." Daphne Zabini laughed taking her seat across from them.
"Where have you been?" Alex snapped.
"Snogging," Daphne answered matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah snogging who?" Alexandria laughed.
"Just some guy," Daphne smirked cheekily.
"Lord. Now I'm done with you," Alexandria gestured to Rose. "I should find someone to snog."
"You're done with me?" Rose asked accusingly.
"Your mother will have this shit sorted in a snap, I don't need to worry about it anymore." Alexandria smiled. "Now Daph, who's the guy? It's Lycan Scamander isn't it?!"
Scorpius finished watching the memory of her perspective of the dream, jolting awake looking down at his hands and then straight through her, cutting her insides like a knife.
"Thanks for this," he said after a while, pointing to the pensieve her mother had already began moving away.
Rose nodded before taking her spot in the middle of her bed.
"Now, focus. Will it to happen," her mother said. In the span of at least an hour, she said it a few times. Nothing seemed to be happening, neither of them were asleep and Scorpius's attempt at trying to get them to dream walk wasn't working. Her mother had nearly fallen asleep on several occasions letting out soft purr like snores.
After a second hour had passed Rose told her mother to go home.
"I'm sorry kids. I'll check up on things tomorrow." And with that she was gone.
Scorpius was still sitting in meditative stance, Rose tried to eye him with what light she had available to her. His hair was pure white in this light and shone in certain places. His eyes were closed underneath long wisps of eyelashes. She wasn't lying when she told her mum that most girls here fancied him, he was tall and lean enough that most girls assumed he had muscles underneath. He didn't play Quidditch though and was never seem without a top on, so no one knew for sure.
He had long fingers. She guessed she always knew that. She'd watch him write and pour potions with them a thousand times over the years probably, but she only noticed them now. Long and smooth, like his arms. He had the kind of arms that flexed at any movement underneath the tautness of his skin. She wondered whether he was strong…
"Scorpius, you did it didn't you?" She realized that the familiar sight of dark figures.
"Yes. I did. Took a while but I got there." He smiled tiredly.
"You look exhausted Scorpius." The effort of getting them here had worn him out. She could tell even here. "Wait, I smell fire."
"It's the torches. There!" He pointed beyond the figures, torches surrounding them blazing fire of blue. "I noticed it the second time we were here. I guess the smell is just another thing to notice."
"Now I'm not hysterical you mean?"
"No. I just think that each time we do this we'll notice more about it all." Scorpius explained, "Shit!"
Scorpius ran to where she was and pushed her out of the way.
She fell out of bed with a thud and heard Scorpius scream awake on the other side of the bed. She clamoured up onto her bed and found him gripping onto the sheets, catching his breath, letting reality slink back in.
"It was definitely my turn. You should have let me have it. It shouldn't have to always be you.
"You didn't see it coming," he breathed. Voice haggard and shaky, "It would have been… worse."
She made her way to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. He shuddered at her touch. Hurt she withdrew it.
"No. Rose. I'm just cold, the sweat." He fumbled in the darkness but found her hand and held it, his left in her right. It was small, cold and soft yet he thumbed it carefully. "Sorry."
"For what?" She asked, holding her other arm close to her chest.
"It doesn't matter, you're cold. You should get under the covers."
"I don't think I could go back to sleep again, could you?" She exhaled, still holding on to his hand. He shook his head, rubbing his temple with his free hand.
"Oh here, sit." He shifted, allowing her to sit down. Her hand felt both cold upon its release and warm from the time it spent in his. She sat down opposite him on his bed and crossed her legs, before folding her socks over the tops of her pyjama ankles. "Cold after all?" He smirked brilliantly, teeth shining in the darkness. Her stomach leapt a little.
"Rose, I need to know why you've been ignoring me. You're the only person, regardless of how much your mother sees in her pensieve, you truly understands what's happening to me, to us. You can't just ignore me.' He paused, "I need you around."
She stepped up off the bed and returned to her own, slipping under the covers and covering herself completely under the blanket.
He snorted at her, clearly annoyed and slipped some of his covers over himself. "Fine!" He barked. "Hide away, avoid everything. See how far we'll get!"
"I don't want to kill you," she whispered in a small broken voice.