A/N: so uhm… I'm splitting this because it was getting super long. I figured 2,300 words were enough to make a chapter so I cut it off at the POV change. The exceptionally awkward moment of humiliation is dedicated to ChampionShoes who totally got my Dr. Horrible quote. YOU ROCK!

Thank you to everyone who has faithfully reviewed and followed this story, I am in awe that you like my mental dribbling. You rock too!

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Half an hour later they were sitting in Scorpius' empty dorm room with the pilfered contents from the hospital scattered between them. He closed the curtains of the four poster and tried not to focus on how many times he'd imagined being alone on his bed with her.

She held out her swollen wrist to him and he took it in his hands. After waving his wand over her as he muttered an incantation then looked at the book sitting in his lap.

"Well it's definitely broken." He said without taking his eyes off the page.

"Oh thank you captain obvious." Rose said in an overtly mocking tone. "Whatever would I do without you're keen insight?" He scowled at her and she smiled at him, enjoying her joke.

"If you don't mind, it's my first diagnosis and you're just going to have to do it my way." Though he knew he was being teased she was putting him on edge. He didn't like the pressure of healing her without any sort of supervision.

"Well if I'd known you'd be this authoritative I'd have insisted on playing Healer/Patient a long time ago." Rose's voice was drenched in lusty suggestiveness and Scorpius hands fumbled the bottle he was attempting to open. He picked up the bottle he'd dropped onto his bed spread as his mind raced for a comeback.

He was going for her, he'd made that decision already but it hadn't slipped his notice that things always went one of two ways with them. Either she was overtly flirtatious with his only reaction was to spill or drop whatever he had in his hands or he would engage her only to have her response be similar yet routinely more clumsy and destructive then his own.

One of them had to stop cowering when the other made a move. He took a deep breath and tried to focus his thoughts as he twisted the cap off the bottle of Skele-gro.

"If I'd known you simply preferred a commanding tone in bed, I would certainly have been willing to oblige you." He looked up at her with what he prayed was the classic Malfoy smirk and was greeted by a shocked smile on her face. He offered her the steaming beaker full of medicine and watched as she downed it like it was a single shot of firewhiskey. The face she made afterward was similar to that action as well. "Wow it looks like you know what you're doing with that stuff."

"What can I say? I'm a pro at this." She smiled as she handed back the glass beaker. "What's next?" She asked.

"Well why don't you tell, if you're such a pro at this." He was looking at his book when she answered.

"You need to wait 15 minutes before you rub this stuff on," she held up green and white tube. "And in the mean time you should check for other damage."

"Are you otherwise damaged?" he asked, knowing his voice sounded worried. He just couldn't help that though, the thought of her in pain bothered him.

"Well it's a little difficult to tell when the broken bone is screaming out for attention above everything else, but knowing me… yes, in all likelihood there is more than one injury." She smiled as she stated this accepted fact, leaned back on his bed and rested her head on his pillow.

'Oh sweet mother of Merlin,' he thought as he surveyed her long limbs lying gracefully before him. He attempted to swallow and looked down to study his book in an attempt to rally his thoughts. The book did him no good of course, it was opened on the page dedicated to broken limbs but it was enough to focus his racing thoughts. After a long moment he set the book down on the edge of the bed and moved toward her.

She was gorgeous of course, laying there on his pillow, looking up at him in a way that made him want to settle in next to her and hold her. He'd gladly miss all his afternoon classes if it meant being here with her. Her hair was disheveled, but it only improved upon the effect of her being in his bed. He shook his head slightly trying to assemble his wits and placed his hands on her feet.

She had kicked her shoes off onto the side of his bed when they sat down and so from toe until her long multi color clad legs disappeared beneath her skirt her legs were laid out for his inspection. He began pressing two fingers into her legs and when he hit on the outside of her right knee she gasped in pain.

"I think we've found your further injury." Scorpius sighed as he sat back on his bed. She looked over at him and smiled before saying.

"One of my further injuries, I'm always damaged in threes." She chuckled at her own self deprecating joke before moving her uninjured hand into the underside of her skirt. He covered his eyes in shock as her skirt hiked half way up her thigh. She laughed again.

"You're going to have to get used to this sort of thing or pick a totally different profession." When she was done speaking he expected another chuckle but instead was greeted with a huff of annoyance. He uncovered his eyes and chanced a look at her. She was lying back on his bed again, clearly frustrated. "I need your help." Scorpius wasn't sure what she meant.

"I'm helping you, remember how I just lied to Madame Patil to get you various kinds of medicines." Rose leaned up onto her elbow and looked at him, her eyes pleading with sympathy from him.

"More specifically Scorpius, I need your help removing my stockings." This is not, if anything, was what he was expecting to hear and the startled incoherent mutterings that came out of his mouth proved just that. "Scorp," When she said his name he looked into her deep and enthralling brown eyes. "If we're going to find out what's wrong then my stockings are going to have to come off. As much as I adore the pink and orange stripes they're not really conducive to a proper diagnosis. With one of my hands out of commission I need your help."

Scorpius bit his lower lip until it hurt, to be certain this wasn't a particularly realistic wet dream. Rose was a vision before him with her tousled hair and a teasing smile. He once again found it difficult to swallow and suddenly his fingers felt fat and clumsy as he sat back on his knees next to her. His mind fought between looking at her and avoiding her gaze as he reached his hands toward her. In the end his desire for continued permission beat out his embarrassment and so he looked up into her eyes as his hands hovered near the hem of her skirt.

He glanced up at her with what he hoped was calm indifference but suspected was the shy nervous smile of a school boy with a girl in his bed for the first time and she nodded for him to keep going. He leaned forward and delved his hands upward into the unknown abyss. He wasn't sure what exactly was best, he couldn't see her and didn't exactly want to put his hands anywhere that would get his smacked but running his hands up her thighs, as tantalizing an idea as that was, he didn't quite think it was terribly professional of a would be healer. Then again, he wasn't exactly a healer yet.

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If anyone would have proposed a wager this morning on whether or not she would be in Scorpius' bed as he slowly and methodically removed any portion of her clothing, even her tie before lunch had even began; she would have taken that bet. Additionally she would have bet very high stakes against it and would have spent an enjoyable walk to her first lesson mentally calculated how many new pairs of scarlet hued trainers she could purchase with the winnings.

'Good thing no one saw this coming' she mused as Scorpius moved toward her. 'Though it would be worth losing such a bet if it meant ending up here,' her mind added as his fingers touched her leg a few inches above her knee. She hadn't been sure the words had left her mouth that he would be willing to remove her stockings for her. His face was only shock and fear when she'd worked up the courage to ask him, which for her typically meant blurting it out the moment the thought occurred to her. Rose wasn't the best when it came to putting things delicately.

All introspection on Rose's ever chattering brain ended when his fingertips began to graze along her legs. It took all over her concentration to still her body from the shiver he was sending through her body. 'Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out,' she repeated the mantra to herself praying it wasn't overtly obvious on her face what the tiny caresses of his ascending touch was doing to her.

It was like the contact of his skin against her woolen stockings were a sudden burst of blazing fire along her body. Leaving the rest of her feeling cold and longing at the neglect. The higher up his hands slowly, torturously slowly, moved the more her essence craved his attention. She craved more than just his tips of fingers; flat palms, she wanted warm sensual flat palms sliding up her thighs. Anything more than what he was doing, she wanted so much more.

She looked up at him and saw that he was studying her face, watching every reaction hitched breath and licked lip as he tortured her. Suddenly the silence thundered around her, she couldn't handle it pressing into her as he watches her.

"And, you haven't even bought me dinner," Rose said to fill the silence with anything, anything besides his smoldering silver eyes. He smiled awkwardly and he froze, this was probably not the best idea since his hands were now settled stationary just below her panty line. With his hands settled there, she was even less able to concentrate on basic functions like breathing regularly and making sure her heart didn't give out. She smiled at him and his deer in wand light position; she had to do something to fix this.

"You could at least have the decency to try some of those terrible pick up lines James and Freddie use." She smiled as casually as she could and he resumed his movements again.

"Let's see, 'If you were words on a page, you'd be what they call FINE PRINT'" Scorpius said, his voice unnervingly relaxed. A moment ago wasn't he just as nervous as she was and now it was no big deal. She grinned outwardly at his words while wishing he were the slightest bit discombobulated by the situation.

"What about, 'I don't need to look at the stars tonight; I've got the most heavenly body right here.'" They shared a chuckle then Scorpius asked.

"Is that supposed to mean you have a fine body or I have a fine body?" Rose felt her neck flush with embarrassment and she stammered in her panic to explain her meaning.

"You're body; I mean that you have a fine. That is to say that the joke means that your body is fine. That doesn't mean your body isn't fine, you're body is sufficiently satisfactory in that department. More than satisfactory actually, your body is really a wonderful specimen of the male physique; I mean do you work out or anything? Because I never see you putting any work into it; yet you're all toned and muscle like those men in the magazines." It was like word vomit, rushing and rushing faster and faster out of her mouth.

"Not that I look at any of those kinds of magazines, but you know, one sees things here and there. But if I did then I would not at all be surprised to see you in one because you do have a very fine body, not that I imagine you like that or anything. I mean that would just be terribly inappropriate of me so, of course not. It's just that you're physically capable in doing a something like that.

"Not that you would of course, I mean you want a respectable career as a healer and it's doubtful you would ever pose in a magazine like 'Boys with Broomsticks' or any other rubbish like that. Not that I am trying to limit your career options or anything, you might change your mind or have to earn some money one day. There isn't anything wrong with that. I know I would buy it." Oh for the love of all that is good and merciful in this world did she just say that? She had to shut up already, after she fixed this, she could fix this still.

"All I'm saying is that if you ever posed nude I would pay to see it!" Oh Merlin's balls that was not fixing it! NO no NO no NO! That did not make things better. She grimaced and covered her face with her hands; willing the world to freeze and reverse time so that she could stuff all of those words back into her mouth.

"YOU'RE PRETTY, NOW WOULD YOU KINDLY REMOVE MY STOCKINGS ALREADY!" Rose cried out with her hands clinched over her eyes.

If it were possible to die of humiliation Rose would have done it then. All she could do was contemplate various memory charms she'd heard of over the years. She had been warned against meddling with such things though, her Dad told terrible stories of what could happen. This was the first time in her life she really considered trying one.

"You know you're pretty cute when you're embarrassed." Scorpius said so sweetly she chanced a peek at him. He was smiling at her, his eyes dancing with merriment and she was suddenly glad again that she was alone with him.