A/N: Ok, the title is sth between "Knowing you better than myself" and other crazy stuff it'll take me hours to explain…Anyway, thanx a lot for the alerts guys!

Enjoy…:D

Disclaimer: If I was JKR, Fred would be in this story, laughing himself out with George at Rosie's inseurances…

Chapter 2- Better than myself

Her head was not down at the "Powerful Potions" book it should be. Instead, she aws staring at the lovesome young man, sitting beside her, in a table more ancient than Aunt Myriel, in the Restricted Section of the library.

He had a heavy book in front of him, a hand flipping the pages while scanning them, and the other passing through his blond tousled locks once in a while, more an unconsciously habit than an actual action.

As the familiar move had captured her gaze, her thoughts drifted over what happened hours ago.

Even those moments, she knew she wasn't thinking clearly, but the urges were over her logic. And she mentally thanked Scorpius for being able to stop.

Because now, even as stubborn as she naturally was, she could admit it would be a mistake. But she couldn't see why the hell they were waiting. She knew for sure they both wanted it madly and there is no point delaying something you can do today. 'Ok, not today, but one of these days' she mentally added.

Ans she wanted Al's opinion, but they had no time to talk seriously. After they met, he gave them both a lecture for the forgotten love bites on Rosie's neck when she made the fault to push her hair back without thinking, almost yelling about public affections and Weasley fury.

Thank Merlin Scorpius had hurried to cast a good hangover charm at their non-presentable clothes, under his best friend's nose, earlier.

She was overly lucky to have a patronize Al preventing red-heads bumping into Scorp's marks on her. And it wouldn't be the first time. But this is another story.

Of course, there was no way Rose Weasley could set a serious conversation in the middle of a lesson, especially Astronomy, one of Al's favorites.

And after class, he only walked them to the library and then left with the excuse of Lilly wanting him for something.

This bloody git couldn't understand that he wasn't a stranger or an unwelcomed.

But thinking it twice, Rosie considered that Al may have understood the meaning of the permission to the Restricted Section, and wanted to offer them some privacy.

"Rose Angela!" Scorp almost shouted, and she jumped up.

"What?" she asked, more than startled.

"I'm trying to catch your attention for five good minutes!" he complained. "And you were staring at me double time." he smirked, jerking his head at the left, in an absolutely irresistible way.

"Sorry. I was thinking." she mumbled.

"Want to share it?" he smiled back.

"Not really. Keep searching now. I really don't wanna miss dinner."

"I totally agree You've lost a couple of kilos the last weeks."

"Hey! How did you notice?" she was more curious than surprised. Scorpius Malfoy was known of his ability to recognize things others wouldn't.

"First, I'm your best friend, am I not? Best friends notice those kinds of things, And second, you must know I can't take my eyes off you, which leads to my perfect acknowledgment of every inch of you." he admitted, his lopsided grin jewelling his glowing face.

With that, she couldn't resist but bent over and offer him a deep kiss, that lasted more than she intended.

"I take that as an approval for me stalking you."

"You should take it as a reward for looking after me." she replied, kissing his cheek. "Search now." She pulled away and dug her head into the heavy book again.

He chuckled, trying hard to concil it, but her curious eyes glared him suspiciously.

"What?" she had no idea why he was still laughing.

"Nothing, angel." He tried to get serious, only to spit out another chuckle.

"Tell me or I'll strip my self." She threatened, half laughing too.

"Ok, ok." He raised both his hands to stop her, never stop laughing. "I thought that you're rushing to find the Potion because you have hopes for today's night." He burst into harder laughers after he managed to finish the sentence.

"No one have the right to take a dream away of a teenage girl." Rose stated, her shoulders squared, determined to defend herself.

But at the moment he was ready to spit out a smart answer, Lilly reached their table, followed by a couple of whistles of amazement coming from the half closed doors she left behind she arrogantly ignored. Bloody hell, that girl had a fan club biggest than her father did in her age.

"Hey there!" the 5th year redhead slid gracefully to a sit casually, across from the two of them. "I was searching for you for centuries. What are you two doing here?" she glared around the dusted shelves with the strange books.

At the question, Rose tried to move just a tiny bit to cut off the view her cousin had on the book she was searching. It wasn't the right time and place to let Lilly know what they were about to do.

Scorp got the movement with the corner of his eye and started shifting and moving on his chair to draw Lilly's attention.

"We're searching something over a potion. Actually, we've set a bet with .Someone had mentioned me potion and I couldn't remember the ingredients exactly. We have to find it first. Anyway, why were you looking for us?" he was speaking fast, trying to confuse her a bit, a goal he successfully managed.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you "she was now looking at Rose "if you could come with me tomorrow at Hogsmeade. I have a couple of things to buy, and I need your opinion and help."

The Hogsmeade trips now, were available to every student above third year with a signed permission, every weekend. The students could take a walk to the village whatever time during the weekend they liked now, a great, great benefit. However, most of them preferred Saturday mornings, the traditional way.

Rose turned to Scorpius, who nodded.

"I have no problem Rosie. On the bottom line we hadn't planned anything." he smiled.

"Oh, don't worry about him." Lilly shoved her palm through the air. "I asked Eryn to come with us and she agreed, so Al and he will be left behind together. They can form the dumped-club and have some fun moping around their loneliness." she giggled.

"Ok." Scorp chuckled. "Thanks for organizing my day, Lills."

"Anytime." she smiled back. "So, are we deal for tomorrow, Rose?"

"Yeah." she simply nodded, and the hit of her 'whatever' was obvious, although Lilly ignored it.

"See you then. I have things to arrange." she stood and walked out quickly, probably afraid that Rose would change her mind if she stayed more, waving as she pasted through the heavy doors. "See you at dinner!"

"Ok." Rose managed, still a bit shocked. "This girl is unbelievable." she giggled.

"It's the Weasley genre." he snag and got back to his book, and she followed his lead.

"I think I found it." Rose whispered, breaking the silence after some time.

"What does it say?" he asked, bending over her to read the recipe and the instructions, more interested than curious.

"Here are the ingredients." Rose pointed with her finger.

"They're quite easy to find. And here are the instructions. It takes only a couple of hours to boil."

"That's pretty quick. Are you sure it's the most affective one? Check it again." he said anxiously.

"Relax, Scorp. I had the talk from mum. Do you think that Hermione Granger would leave her daughter uninformed?" she giggled. "These things just have to be easy for everyone to bake." she commended, with a knowing look.

"I wonder why." he said, giving his voice a sarcastic color.

"What?" she innocently looked up at him.

"Why should people take things slow?" his sarcasm almost made her laugh, but she resisted.

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?"" she crossed her arms, trying to seem offended. But it's common knowledge that he is a better actor.

"Maybe…" he replied skeptically. "In a thousand years."

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!" she grabbed the book and started hitting him withit, while she yelled lowly –Rose never yelled in the library, it was the golden rule- , making him roar in laughter as he had raised his hands, protecting his head.

"Watch out. If you kill me you won't have anyone to shag, Weasley."

"I'll find a short brown head who speaks Goblin and has a vampire for a friend." she assured him.

"A lot of expectations. Bit I bet he couldn't kiss you like me." his pale face had something aristocratic, not the arrogant way his fathers was, but in a beautiful, gentle and just confident way. Like an aura was radiating off him as he talked.

She blushed at his absolutely true comment, thinking that he was indeed an awesome kisser, answering to avoid thinking in what further he will be awesome too.

"You and your bloody confidence!" she complained.

"You can murmur as much as you like. But you know it's true." he smirked.

"Who I'm kidding?" she murmured under her breath and gave it up.

"Copy that, so we can go now." he whispered after a few seconds.

"Rushing, don't we, Malfoy?" she quirked an eyebrow.

"It's just because we make a lot of noise and Mrs. Lorry won't endure it for long." he sighed. "And some more time alone wouldn't hurt." his eyes glistened as his lop-sided grin appeared.

Truly, this smile was so familiar that not only she could pick it out from a thousand others, but it was really strange to see his face without it. It seemed empty and melancholic. An angel stuck in the earth.

"Didymus." she flicked her wand and another page appeared at her hand, identical to the one of the book, and he laughed.

"What? I like the drawing on the top." she pointed a small icon on the top of the page, a cauldron with a black liquid in it which made heart-shaped bubbles. "And we're wizards, aren't we?"

"Rose Weasley being overly romantic. I bet that would please Daddy who want a strong and realistic daughter" he shook his head, laughing while he carried the pile of books back to each one's shelve.

"It's your fault, Malfoy. You treat me like a - "

"Princess." Scorpius cut her off. "And you totally deserve it." he drag her close to place a gentle kiss on her freckled cheek.

"That's what I'm talking about!" she murmured, annoyed.

"Tell me you don't like it." he raised an eyebrow and gave her an ironical smile.

"Maybe I do." Rose couldn't hold back a smile. "But what makes you think I can't be realistic and romantic at the same time?"

"Because if you're romantic you can be easily hurt." he said, taking her hand and driving her out the door. "But things are simple with us. I'm not going to hurt you." and the confidence was again in his glowing face, only that now was mixed with what seemed a pure satisfaction.

"And how are you so sure?" she smiled back, waving goodbye at Mrs. Lorry, the nice and pleasant woman who held the librarian post for a couple of years now.

"Because I love you so much that I would be worse hurt if I'd hurt you." he whispered tenderly into her hair.

"So, it seems to be an one way thing." she giggled.

"Suppose it is." he grinned. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about this. Kind of this, anyway." his smile slowly disappeared.

"We have half an hour for dinner." she glanced at her watch. "Come here." she dragged him at a cornered, isolated window sill, wide enough to sit comfortably on it.

She climbed onto it and then he did, sitting near her, taking her hands in his.

"I have to confess I am upset about your behavior." he started.

"Speak Scorpius please, and not Malfoy." she smiled haltingly.

"Ok. Whatever you want. But it's hard to explain it otherwise."

"Just tell me what's wrong.' she bit her lip, reaching to caress his cheek.

"I feel crappy for making you cry. And I know you'll tell me it was your thing." she cut her off before she could even open her mouth. "The thing is that it's not like you, Rose. Crying and being weak and vulnerable. You're always like an exploding dynamite and powerful and assertive and forceful. It's only me you're weak on. And I want you to tell me, truly, if I have done something wrong. Because I can't see you like this." his eyes were pleading, pleading to know if he was indeed hurting her so much she couldn't hold her character on. Her natural way of being.

He leaned his head on her palm, momentarily closing his eyes and inhaling deep.

She reached with her other hand too, holding his head, pulling him up to meet her eyes. "Hey, listen up. There's no need for you to worry." she tried a smile. "I think I'm so affected by you cause you're so important to me. And sometimes I believe I don't deserve you. And although I'm sure you'll never let me down, I'm afraid I will, and ruin everything. You're perfect in everything. I'm weak to you cause I know you love me. Does this make any sense at all?" she half smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"I'm not perfect, and you're a lot better than me." he kissed her tenderly, moving closer to her. "Sometimes I think I'll scary you. But you keep enduring my madness. And that's pretty insane I have to admit." he kissed her again, more fierce this time. "I want you to be my Rosie, like always. Punch me, don't cry." he patted, breathlessly. "Are we deal?"

"Clear as a Veritaserum." she whispered and kissed him again.

"Tell me the rest now." he asked knowingly, and she couldn't help but swear low.

"I know you Rose. You've got more in your head. Not just those tricky words you're trying to get away with. You can't fool me." he whispered, pulling a wild curl behind her ear.

"How the hell do you do this?"

"How?" he laughed. "Because I know you better than myself." with one hand holding her head locked, he leaned in and attacked her.

After a series of passionate kisses, he had left her breathless. "Have I made you talkative now?"

"Scorpius! You're such a git. Offering me kisses with exchange?" Damnit, she could never be really mad on him.

"Just one or two. But those weren't real kisses." he replied seriously.

"Oh, I'm having illusions." Rose sarcased, rolling her eyes, but he cut her off guard and before she could react, her back was pressed up onto the wall, his knees in each side of hers, his body pressing against hers.

Her breath caught and he stared into her eyes for a long moment. "Feel this." he whispered huskily before he crashed his mouth on hers, sweet and steady first, working his hands through her body, reaching her warmth at the bottom end of her shirt, his lips getting harder against hers, while his other hand cupped her breast firmly as his tongue slept into her mouth, reaching every counter of it, and she couldn't help but release a moan, locking her one hand at his neck and with the other pressing on his waist, drugging him closer. And as always, snogging him was not enough. Oh, he was betting on that.

Wanting to feel more, she pushed herself off and lent forward to him, crashing her body on his, never loosing contact.

He tried to move back, but in little time, he found the wall of the windowsill behind his back.

"Rose. Don't forget where we are." he said fast, trying to breath, as she gained control and rested her forehead on his.

When air was in his system, he placed a kiss on her button-nose , chuckling. "Well, that was a real kiss."

"The menu will include only them from now on." she giggled. "So-"

"You're not getting away from this, Rose."

"Bloody hell, you're scaring me off."

"Sorry, but you can't treak me and you know it. So why do you keep trying?"

"Hope is the last thing that die." she murmured seriously.

"You know, you can tell me everything, don't you? WE have no secrets, angel. Don't keep it inside." he said tenderly, squeezing her onto his chest as he leant back to the wall for comfortable support.

"I'm scared, Scorp. Scared to death." she confessed into his chest, breathing in his scent.

"Of what?" his voice showed confusion in the surface as his hand froze into her curls, where he was stroking seconds ago, but underneath it there was plain and insufferable terror.

"Of us." her words were nearly whispers.

"Us?" his own voice was trembling, and that simple question was the best he could manage without giving himself away.

"That we can't work, Scorp. That we'll end up staying together just not to lose each other."

"I can't understand what do you mean." he croaked, a bit calmer, but still terrified. Why the hell was Rosie thinking that way? Hadn't he showed her how much he adored her, he cherished her, he carved for her?

"Scorpius." he said, shifting her body onto a sitting position into his arms, where she had eye contact.

"You know that this we have here…" she gestured at both of them. "can't go down a level. After this intensity, and I'm unable to think of you as a mere friend. And I can't lose you. Loosing you is unbearable even to think about." she looked away as her voice broke, unable to continue.

"You know that I love you, don't you? I'll always do, Rosie. And I don't know you think of that rubbish. I want this to really last. And I thought you knew it." he murmured sweetly at her, caressing her cheek with his hold fingers.

"Before…" she lifted her eyes. "Before, you told me that it's hard to think of me as a girl you would shag. What it this was a mistake? What if we shouldn't do this? I'm not regretting any of it, of course, but I can't imagine a life without my friend Scorpius."

"It's me here Rosie, me, Scorpius. I'm still your best friend. And yes, I respect you. And not just because I'd kill any other guy who'd though of not. It's my nature." he paused starring into her big ocean-blue eyes. "And if it was a mistake, it was the best mistake of my life." he added and kissed her forehead.

"Why the hell you always speak like a bloody noble knight?"

"Because I am one, flower." he quirked an eyebrow, the heavy atmosphere almost gone, the sun breaking through the clouds.

"Shut up." she split out, inches from his lips and he leaned in, closing the space between them.

"I don't want you to worry, ok?"

"Sorry for that. It was unreasoned and stupid."

"Don't be sorry. You can open up to me 24-7. Just promise me you won't think us that way."

"I think I can do this for you." and before she could finish off, her stomach growled suddenly and unwillingly, and he laughed hard at both the sound and her changing expression.

"Damn. I totally forgot." he murmured under his breath. "If we hurry we can manage a quick dinner." he jumped at the floor, taking her by the hand.

"Race you to the Great Hall." Rose shoot herself forward, not even bothering to look if he was up to the running contest.

She knew him to well to do such a thing.

A/N: This was really hard to write, and I think it's a bit crapy… But I wanted to get over it…Cause I can promise you that the next ones will rock!

Now, just bcause I know you want to, press the green button baby! :p Kisses