Author's notes: Alright I only putting this up with the warning that I make no guarantees about finishing it as some long chaptered fic. I wrote the first chapter merely as a challenge to see if I could actually write a kiss. If you've read my stuff you'll know I'm the almost kissing throw your shoe at the screen because it came that close but didn't work sort of fan fic writer.

TONS of reviews about wanting a sequel and since this was actually written as part of it before I ever posted chapter one but decided the one shot had to end there. I do have a plan and a plot for moving this story forward but I felt like posting this since I don't know if I'll ever finish it. It's not a terrible cliff hanger or anything. It's just Scorpius's reaction to the events. So there you go. But if I never end up doing a massive multi chapter fic, don't throw rocks alright! Just review and tell me if you like it. Because I'll only know to post more if you tell me. Otherwise I will stick to my mild mannered normal job. Woot!

Platonic

He'd accepted long ago that being friends with Rose came with a price. Her friendship meant burying thoughts and impulses, ignoring emotions and resisting any urge to beat who ever she was dating or was flirting with her to a pulp. They were friends and had been for over a year now, he wasn't willing to go back to the way life was before Rose. That's how he saw his life, before Rose and after Rose.

Before Rose he'd been passed over and ignored. Completely friendless and lonely. It had been like the first rays of morning sun warming up the earth when Rose had befriended him. His world had changed entirely. People who he'd lived with and gone to school with but had been unnoticed by were suddenly being introduced a new to him as 'Rose's friend Scorpius' and so his life had truly begun.

They'd fought once, briefly at the end of last year and it had been torture to go back to the loneliness of before. The root of their fight, he had let his feelings for Rose rule his actions and it had cost him dearly, it had cost him her. So he'd vowed to bury it all. Talk to her as if he didn't see her as the most beautiful creature ever to walk the earth, be around her as if her touch didn't light him on fire and one day watch helplessly from the sidelines as she fell in love with someone else. He would be her pal, her best friend and confidant. It was torture at times, but it was a far sweeter torture then living without her in his life.

It had become routine at some point along the way. He'd floo'd over during the summer, spent hours with her and her cousins just being young and lacking responsibilities. Their sixth year had started and he found himself no longer 'Rose's friend Scorpius', instead he was simply 'our friend Scorpius' and he found himself settling into his after Rose existence fairly well.

There had been hiccup's now and again, some larger then others. He often found himself staring at her, wondering if her hair was as soft as it looked. The worst though had been mere weeks ago, he'd been alone with his girlfriend of about a month and a half, kissing and such, when things progress more then it ever had before.

It was dark and without realizing it, auburn curls had replaced the blonde straight hair and in the heat of the moment he whispered 'Rose', abruptly ending any activities with Cecilia Summersby. She'd cried, not that he could blame her. If she'd lovingly dropped another man's name from her lips he'd have been crushed.

He stayed with her while she cried and said he was sorry the whole time. Then she asked it, the question he'd prayed she wouldn't.

"It was always her wasn't it?" Cecilia had looked up at him with her large blue eyes and they both knew the answer before he nodded in affirmation. She'd surprised him when her reaction had been a small smile. "I think I always knew that, she walked into a room and I could just tell ya know. The way you watch her, how you move so you can always see her."

Had he been that obvious? Scorpius had thought he was doing so well to. Perhaps it was just her way of coping he told himself, knowing that too was a lie. He did watch her, he did shift in his seat so he could see her better. In that moment of quiet seclusion with a perfectly lovely girl he was trying his hardest to fall for, he'd found himself unable to resist the temptation. The darkness offered him Rose, if only in his mind and if only for a moment and he'd unknowingly taken it time and time again until it was all to easy to let her name fall from his lips.

That had been his biggest mistake, until tonight. Tonight he'd given in to everything he wanted. He'd given in to her wide brown eyes and her full red lips begging him with a quiet and simple 'please'. That was all it had taken, he'd put up such a small fight because despite knowing it would be a most terrible mistake; he wanted it. Much more than he should he wanted to give her exactly what she asked for.

No, not exactly what she asked for. She'd said it would be 'platonic' and that he knew he could never provide. Pressing his lips to hers had been the single most wonderful moment of his life and when she moved her lips she moved his world. His carefully constructed walls of denial came tumbling to the ground as she twisted his hair in her hands and pulled her body closer to him.

He moved his feet in a trance like state. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right. His mind preoccupied to pull him out of his blissful analyzing of the moments he'd painstakingly committed to memory, reviewing them before they were a blur. Her scent he already knew, citrus and soap, but it was so different, stronger and sexier when he'd been nibbling along her neck and kissing her throat. He didn't think he'd ever be able to smell her with out flashing back to those moments.

They say that scent is the strongest trigger for memories, would the stray wafting aroma of oranges still cause him to relive that moment years later? He hoped so. He hoped with every part of him that he would always easily recall the scent of her supple skin as he buried his face into the crook of her neck.

Her lips tasted like the chap stick she used. The chap stick he'd watched her glide over her lips a thousand times, a unknowing sirens seductive call. It drove him crazy and he's had more than one fantasy about rolling her freshly applied lips between his own, curious about what he was missing.

Scorpius asked to borrow it once on the pretense of the cold wind drying out his skin. He'd spent the entire Herbology class that followed pressing his lips together, rubbing them back and forth, unable to resist the thought that this would be what kissing her would taste like. He'd been right, it had.

The part that killed him as he reminisced though, was how responsive she was to his touch. She'd moaned softly, delicately almost and her breath hitched suddenly at his touch. Her nails raked through his hair and down his neck. Her thighs tightening around his body as he ground into her, reflexively at first but as she moved with him he found himself unwilling to come to his senses and stop his movement. She had gasped his name, softly in his ear, like an angelic prayer so sweet the intonation before she came undone.

She had come undone.

He knew he would never forget, he would prize it above all others. If he had a pensive he would pour that moment in and watch it a hundred thousand times and he didn't think it would ever get blasé. The expression on her face tortured with pleasure in the most erotic way imaginable. The line in her forehead, the way her lips parted slightly with her tongue pressed against her teeth. He'd had no idea she'd been so close, never had it crossed his mind he could do that to her. He'd just thought it had been him enjoying the feel of it, not even bothering to think about what his grinding was doing to her. He'd been in shock when he'd cottoned on to what was happening and then he watched Rose have an orgasm.

He calculated the distance between his throbbing hard cock and her moistened center in that moment. His underwear, his pants, her pants... no that's not right, Rose doesn't ever wear pants. She wears skirts at all times. He'd asked Al about it once and he'd told him about her getting called 'one of the guys' summer before her 4th year and she sort of flipped out. She'd gone shopping with her mom and refused to put on jeans since. So with her legs wrapped around him that meant it must have just been her knickers.

Merlin's saggy left nugget he'd been a mere three layers away from sexual intercourse with Rose. Three thin easily vanishable layers of cotton was all that had kept him from fulfilling every wet dream he'd had since the beginning of fifth year.

Never had he gone that far with a girl. Cecelia had been his first girlfriend and he'd just had his hand under her shirt for the first time when he'd said Rose's name. How was it that he'd gone further then he ever had before after just a few minutes with Rose. He hadn't even meant to either, he'd just lost himself in a moment and when he came back to reality he'd just done things. Wonderful and amazing things but still things he hadn't planned or anticipated. Prayed for and would treasure forever, but hadn't even dared to imagine as a realistic possibility.

It had been so easy under the guise of a diversion. She didn't need to know that he'd been wanting to do all these things.

"Scorpius" Rose's voice cut through the fog he'd been drifting in. From the look on her face he was guessing it had taken her a while to get his attention.

"Huh?"

"I was just saying thank you, ya know for saving my arse back there." Her arse, her round shapely arse that fit perfectly in his cupped hand.

"Yeah no problem." 'Infact I'd like to save your arse again sometime, would you care to join me in that empty classroom over there for some more delicious arse saving say- right now?' He found it difficult to drag his thoughts away from the encounter just minutes ago in the charms corridor.

"I feel just awful though," 'I don't' his mind interrupted. "To get detention for helping out a friend I mean that's just above and beyond. Thank you Scorp. Really you're amazing." 'Amazing, you want to know what's amazing, you saying my name as you came. That was amazing.'

A dozen different things ran through his mind as possible responses. Instead he just shrugged and kept walking.

"I mean not every friend would do that ya know. Some might think it could be strange to share a kiss with a friend but not you and me right?" she punched him playfully in the arm. "We're still best pals, nothing at all. Just two friends sharing a snog, purely psychical reactions right. No reason at all for there to be awkwardness between us." She said brightly, gesturing animatedly with her hands.

Was she seriously apologizing to him for the most erotic moment of his young life? Where does she get off acting like that it was no big deal? All he wanted to do was push her against the wall and have his way with her and she was blathering on and on about being 'pals'. He suddenly wanted to vomit.

"Yeah." he said feebly, trying to get a grip on the mix of hormones and emotion coursing through him. He was still horny as hell, his pants uncomfortable and his hands itching to touch her again. His fingertips tingled at the memory of the smooth skin of her stomach, a desperate ache awakened inside of him when he first curved his hand to her flesh and he knew it would be impossible to make it lye dormant again.

Then there was the anger and annoyance that was suddenly beginning to flood him. She was talking again and he did his best to shut her out, not wanting to hear her happily go on and on while his heart broke. Each step they took made him angrier, each syllable she uttered annoyed him further until it was all he could do to keep from screaming.

"Alright I get it, platonic kissing we excel at." He hadn't even bothered to soften his tone from the short clipped one that he knew would come out. His insides felt like jagged bits of glass poking at him from every direction and it was too much. Too much ecstasy, too much eroticism, too much disappointment, too much heartache.

He was saved from the humiliating walk of shame only when they reached the eagle head knocker marking the entrance to Ravenclaw tower. Thankfully Rose dealt with answering the question because he just didn't think he could deal with that in his current state of mind.

He didn't bother to say goodbye, he just rushed towards the boys staircase with out a glance back at her. Anger over powered arousal as he stormed up the stairs.

"How dare she!" he muttered to himself under his breath as he slammed the door of the dormitory behind him.