A/N:Sorry it took me all those centuries, but see, I'm in the middle of my final exams, and I was being just freaking busy…I barely had those 2-3 hours to type it…Enjoy…
Chapter 4- It's you, after all
"Where the hell can it be?" Scorpius hissed, flipping through the pages of his newly bought transfiguration book.
They were sitting at the Gryffindor common room, which was indeed much calmer and quiet without James this year.
Scorp had spent the whole afternoon passing through as many transfiguration books he could find in the library, at Al's insists, but he was sure they'll be no help. He had spent 6 years at Hogwarts and they were never taught this particular spell. That's why he'd bought that bloody book in the first place!
"try again." Al proposed, hidden behind one of the library books. "Hey, there's a spell here for changing your legs into a mermaid tail."
"I tried a million times." Scorp replied, ignoring Al's second part. "They seemed like ones but they stunk as hell." he sighed and continued to flip the pages angrily.
"Al raised his head at his friend's tone. "Hey dude. Calm down. What's wrong with you?"
"I suck. I can't even change a handful of chisels into a bunch or roses!" his head dropped on the book and he pretended to hit his forehead again and again onto it.
"Relax. We'll find it. And on the bottom line, screw the roses and find something else."
"No." he straightened his body stubbornly. "I want Roses. I want it to be perfect. I want roses."
Al didn't laugh at his childish behavior, but leaving his book on his lap, he leaned forward, certainly intrigued.
"Are you nervous?" he asked half smiling, half serious.
"Nervous…Why?... I mean how…About what?" he stammered avoiding his eyes.
"About your first time." Al was now trying hard not to give in in the urge to chuckle.
"And what if I am? Do you find it funny?" Scorp took an arrogant look as he settled his chin up, superiorly.
"Ok, don't hex me Mr. Malfoy, but I can't help it. I found a flaw in you. Not more perfect-in-everything-Scorp." he chuckled freely now.
"Oh, yeah? And what's that?" Scorp asked aggressive, starting to get really irritated.
"Rose." Al simply said and Scorpius blushed. And a blushing Scorpius was like a coward Gryffindor or a stupid Rose. Really rare things.
"You're flawed when Rosie is around. Vulnerable, insecure, unsure, affected and now nervous. You're weak to her." Albus kept on, almost dancing around with his new discovery.
"You've found it Potter. Laugh at me now." he mumbled frowning and tried to go back to his book, but Al had other plans.
"Oh, don't frown at me." Al shook his head, chuckling.
"Oh, really?" Scorpius asked sarcastically and gave him a respectfully-considered-great-to-shut-his-mouth frown.
"Just so you know, it's natural." Al leaned back and eyed his best friend for a reaction, but Scorp kept ignoring him. "Come on, I'm serious now. Done with all my teasing."
"If you even smile at me…" Scorp threatened pointing him with his index finger, trailing off.
"I won't. Seriously now, it's natural to be nervous or afraid." his voice was full of compassion and understanding.
"Says who?"
"Scorp, you love her. And I understand that you're afraid of disappointing her." and as Al saw the irritation wear off Scorp's face he kept on. "But I don't think you can." he pointed out.
"How can you be so sure – "
"You forget one crucial thing." Al cut him off "Rose loves you back, as much as you do. That would be enough to convince me."
"I know, I know. It's just…I'm so used to be sure about myself, that sucks. It's one of the very few things in my life so far that I have no clue what to do."
"Trust me, it comes natural. Partially by instinct and the rest of it subconsciously."
"I'm still nervous."
"Don't think about it. Just think it's Rose you're doing this with."
"You know…You're right." Scorp smiled "It's Rose" he murmured, mostly to himself, as he drove his eyes back to his book, and Al took it as a sign that all was fine. It was Scorpius after all.
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Scorpius was lost behind his book that rested to his drawn up to the chair knees for over an hour, while he found nothing more interesting than how to create a really freaking weird beard.
The girls hadn't shown up yet.
He knew it was irrational to wait her so eagerly, but he was used to a dose of her every one or two hours when they had separate classes.
However, it was real fun to see how he couldn't be away from her for a day whaen he had endured almost all summer without her.
He turned the page and took him a couple of moment to realise he had found it as he was lost in his thoughts.
"I found it!" he raised his head grinning, only to find a great amount of unruly black hair sitting at the armchair where Al was the last time he checked. But hold on. The hair had legs and a wanded arm.
"Al, are you in there?" Scorp leaned forward and with the tip of his wand tried to get a lock out of the way to open his root through the black mess to his friend.
"What the hell have you done?" Scorp's voice had both a hint of laughter and a bit of concern in it.
"I was testing a charm I found. It sounded unbelievable and extremely doubtable." Al's voice sounded from somewhere deep inside.
"And was it need to test it on yourself? Then what we have Hugo for?!" Scorpius had now dug both his hands into the hairy curtain, searching for a hint of Potter inside them.
The portrait hole swung open as Lilly and Eryn came in, but neither of the boys noticed, Scorp absorbed by Al's problem, and well, Al because of his lack of vision field.
Lilly's eyes caught them first, and burst out laughing, but Eryn was scanning the room the other way round, so it took her a moment more to face the hairy clump that Scorpius had his arms into was her boyfriend.
"Merlin, what have you done Albus?!" she nearly shrieked as she ran to him and dropped to her knees beside him.
"What makes you think I did this and I wasn't hexed by someone else?" Al complained from the other side.
"Cut it out, Potter, you're not fooling anyone." Eryn laughed and turned to Scorpius. Not waiting for the question, he answered. "He performed something from here" his gaze fall on the book on Al's lap. "Take a look if it has an anti-spell. I think I found his nose."
That same moment they heard an ouch from inside and Scorp tried to hold his laughter.
"But what were you thinking Al?" Eryn asked as she scanned the page.
"As I told him," he pointed out the last word "I thought it was overly wire-drowned to be true. So I tried it." came a reply.
"Had it be you?"
"Do you people love me so much?" Al's voice got smiley.
"No, it's just that now we have to fix your ass up." Scorp sniggered and somewhere from the background Lilly laughed harder, and Scorp heard her calling Colin Jr Creevey to take a shoot with his muggle camera.
"Great. She'll be teasing me for a week." Al signed, making the hair at the front move a bit from the action.
"You're lucky James had graduated." Scorpius laughed.
"Tell me about it."
"I found it." Eryn stated from Al's knees. "Scorp get out of the way."
"I'm leaving anyway. I found what I wanted."
"Really?" asked Al behind the hair. "Ok, run then. Eryn can fix me."
"I'm off then." he stated as he grabbed his new book and shrieked packages and turned to go. "Tell Rose to meet me up at my common-room." he told Eryn "And get those books to the library please." he turned to a now bold Al before he passed through the Portrait Hole and he could hear Lilly roaring and crying from her laughs at her dear brother as Eryn was apologizing. "Sorry love, it was the only way to do it quickly."
He jumped out the Portrait and rooted his way to his dormitory.
The easement as a Head Boy he most enjoyed was the single bed dormitory. It wasn't like he disliked the company of his ex-dormates, especially Romy's, with whom he had a great friendly relationship, but sleeping alone had its benefits, and he was about to use the most crucial one tonight.
He whispered the password at the marvel statue and it moved aside, revealing the door leading to the common room he shared with Caroline Ledey, the Ravenclaw Head Girl.
Carry was a nice girl, always smiley and cheerful, responsible and neat. She was great company and very friendly. Sum up? He was lucky to have Carry and not some tart fan girl to co-operate.
Entering the cozy, pleasant room, dressed in green and blue, he found her gathering a few parchments and a couple of books into her bag.
"Hi there. I thought you were down for dinner." she smiled and zipped the bag.
"I've eaten half the Honey Dukes. I'm full for today." he chuckled and placed his hands dramatically on his lean stomach.
"Chocoholic." she teased giggly.
"What about you? Did you have a good time?" he asked her.
"Pretty much the same. Some shopping, some wondering, you know. But it's good to get out of the castle for a while."
"Yeah. It reminds you there's a world out there." he smiled bitterly, recalling how many times he'd forced himself to be absorbed by Hogwarts to prevent thinking about his mother. "Anyway. Are you going for supper?"
"Yep. And then I'll pass from the library. I still haven't-"
"Potions. I know. But relax Carry. We can work it together. Plus, I think Rosie had finished it." he smirked mischievously and she couldn't help a laugh.
"I'm wondering why didn't she break you up yet."
"Because I'm fucking fantastic!" Scorp chuckled as she waved a 'see ya' and got out.
As the door closed, Scorpius realized he had Lady Luck on his side. With Carry gone, he could not only prepare his room, but bring Rose in without excuses too.
However, one way or the other, Carry was cool with such things, and as long as Scorp didn't involve in her personal life, she had no intentions to do so herself.
He went up the stairs to his room, hurrying to do them all, to have them ready. He was floating at the mere thought of her, of them. But where the hell was she?
Getting inside his room, he closed the door behind him and stood still for a few moments, observing his new perquisited but familiar enough bedroom.
It was a bit rectangular, with a double bed with green curtains on the one side and a desk and a drawer on the other. On the dark heavy stony wall was a big Slytherin ensign hanging, while silver was all around the old heavy furniture.
But the special about this room is that the ceiling was charmed to show the astronomical system glistening above him, with the Scorpion just above the bed.
It was a entreaty McGonagall had given in, an owned favor she owned him from last year.
He moved his weight from the one foot to the other, still glaring around, and then he got his wand out of his pocket.
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He was just done and got down at the common room after half an hour, after spending several minutes admiring his work. He was just in time, because before he could get settled down the door opened and a smiley Rose got in.
He wouldn't want her to come searching for him at his room. She'd overreact at what he's done.
"Step back." he suddenly raised his hand and while she was half way to him, she froze mid-action, her face turning into a frustrated morph. "What?" she was half curious – half alarmed.
"Prove me you're Rose Weasley."
"What is thia about?" she asked, now alarmed.
"Prove me. You're far too late, and I must be sure that you weren't kidnapped and polyjuiced." he said seriously.
"You must change your occupational guidance, Healer." she teased, realizing he was teasing her hard, playing his game.
"I've heard you're sleeping around with a girl." she teased.
"Well, you know what they say about rumors. Don't trust them." he smirked back.
"Let's rephrase that then. I know a girl is sleeping in you deb."
"That's not proving you're Rose. Anyone could say this."
"Ok…" she bit her lip, taking a few steps forward. "You're keeping your chocolate under a broken floor board, just above your window."
"I need more, redhead."
"You're evil." she frowned but just then a self-satisfied smile spread across her face. "You have a birth mark on the back side of her thigh, just under your butt." she said slowly, pointing out each word, her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised, seeming fully satisfacted with his changing facial expression from a smirk to pure astonishment and if she could tell, a bit of embarrassment.
"How…How did you…knew?" he gazed her, as if trying to read the answer on her forehead.
"It had slipped Al a few weeks ago, and I wanted so much to use it on you. You must have seen your face just a moment ago." she giggled, and took another step, so she was almost to him.
"Are you and Al talking about my ass?" he had found a bit of his self and was able to speak out.
"Changing rooms, you prat. Now, shut up and let me prove my ID."
She reached him and put her hands around his neck, bringing him close for a kiss which dropped them on the couch.
"I've missed you." he whispered as she kissed every inch of his face, from his temple to his chin. "It's been since morning."
"I'm wondering what you'll do on Christmas hollys." she giggled.
"Christmas? It's ages from now. And don't you worry for things that hadn't came yet, my little Granger." and kissed her again, not giving her time to respond.
She was on top of him, curled up into his chest, their legs interwined, his hands on her hips.
"I start to think that you are the polyjuiced one. Real Scorp is all about the future. Planning and organizing and dreaming. I'm supposed to be the spontaneous one!" she had intended to make the last sentence sound offended, but he made her laugh with a sudden blowing on the weak spot on her neck, where he knew she was tickling.
"Well, in this case, I think I don't worry cause I'm sure."
"Sure about what, Malfoy?" she smirked. "Am I taken for granted here?" there was no fear in her voice, no hurt. Because she simply knew he loved her.
Not because he had told her a zillion times. Not from the arrogant way he was stating it. It was from the way he touched her, like she was about to break under his strong but delicate hands. From the way he whispered to her, like they were alone in this world. From the way he looked at her, boring his deep eyes on hers, like trying to open his soul completely for her, like letting her in.
"Al explained me the 'Weasley-marry' thing." he simply said as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
" 'Weasley-thing', meaning?"
" 'Weasley-marry' thing." he corrected her and she hit him teasingly on the arm. "The Weasleys tend to marry their company from year first at Hogwarts."
"Says who?" she tried to conceal her giggle, to not show him she wasn't taking him seriously.
"Al does."
"Well, Al is not the finest example in this case." she slammed back ironically.
"He's more of a Potter." Scorp quoted, shrugging.
"Then, I must tell you he's wrong."
"No, Rose, if you think about all your relatives-"
"I didn't say that there's no 'Weasley-marry' thing." she cut him off. "I'm just saying Al is partially wrong. But how the bloody hell this issue came up?"
"Oh, we met Jack's future wife, according to Al, today." Scorpius said abstractly, still thinking about the previous subject of the conversation.
"You mean Emma? Where? I though you two were at Hogsmeade all day."
"We were. We met them just outside-" Scorp continued, still a bit dreamy.
"Hogsmeade? Jack was at Hogsmeade?" she nearly shrieked out, pulling back from him to sit on the couch, were she could frown properly.
"Rose? What's wrong?" she had obviously worried him, but that wasn't the point right then.
"Jack was at Hogsmeade." she slapped back furiously.
"I know, I saw him." Scorp's reply was a bit irritated.
"He's a first year Scorpius! He wasn't supposed to be in Hogsmeade!" with that, Rose got up and started pacing, as Scorpius realized she was right. Neither he or Al had thought that Jack was under Hogsmeade-age. "He's not allowed, but he goes." Rose continued her furious muttering. "Jack breaking the rules. Now I've seen it all. And I'm supposed to be responsible for him! Even Ali and Eli'd waited till second year to sneak out of the castle. For Merlin's shake! What if something happened to him? And you two were supposed to be mature enough to rebuke him even a bit!" she pointed a finger at her boyfriend, her face red, her eyes blazing.
"Oh, don't start with me now!" he stood up too, now fully irritated, not only by her injustice, but from the fact that the work in his room would be wasted. "It haven't even crossed my mind. I took it as natural. And there's no point acting like mad now, cause what's happened is past. And I'm the last person you should yell at right now." he was shouting fully now, stepping forward to tower over her with clenched fists.
"No, you're not. And there's a lot I can do about it. I'll deal with little Weasley later, but now I just have to yell a bit on you." but before she could start, he cut her off.
"Yell at me? At me? I have nothing to apologize for, but I should tell you Rose, that even if I realized they had sneaked out, I wouldn't be mad at him, because simply it's not that dangerous nowadays. And I don't know why are you yelling at me when you actually want to do it at Jack. I had spent my whole free afternoon organizing them all for tonight, to make it perfect, when I should be studying. And you come telling me it's my fault." he had started now, and was unable to control what he was spitting out. Bloody hell, that girl was driving him crazy. "No Weasley, I won't accept that. You can't be freaking out of thin air and blame me. And speak at me like that when I give you so much. This is unfair. I won't accept this Rose." he paused to take a breath, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes.
All of this time, Rose stood silent, her anger turning into astonishment, She blinked once or twice before reacting to what she had heard.
"Tonight?" her voice broke and a tear glistened on her eye.
The truth is that he was cut of guard by the awful sensation in his stomach, caused by the unleashed tear and her full of emotions voice but he wasn't forgiving her yet. But his reply came harsher than he expected. "I was that foolish."
Without a further though, she jumped on him, finding his mouth with her lips, his hair with her hands, his chest with her own. At first he didn't react, then he tried to pull her off, but she was strongly wrapped on him and instead of leaving him free, she scouted them both onto the couch, grabbing his shirt into her fists, pressing her lower body down on his, making him respond at the urgent movements of her lips.
And he did, more greedy than her, moving his hands from her arms to her back and hips, bringing her closer.
She was there, tempting him. The only thing in the whole damn world. It was amazing how she could make him forget everything else. That moment there was no fury, no argument, no fair and unfair, no boundaries, no distance to be kept.
She was making him forget.
But who was he to be controlled by a woman? Even if she was the most powerful woman he knew and he'd ever meet.
But no. Hell no. Rosie can't win all the time.
His back had been resting on the back of the couch sit, while her knees where in each side of him, so it wasn't that hard to push her off. But she resisted, fisting the colar of his shirt and scratching the back of his neck.
A salty tear reached their still intertwined mouths and for a moment he froze, thinking of letting her seduce him more, ease her, comfort her, beg her for sorry, but not this time. He had to be hard now. To make her understand he had self-respect.
No more breaking. No more bending. No more stunned under her charms.
So, he controlled all his might and pulled her away, holding her one wrist, the other hand on her waist.
"Rosie." he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. "You can't get away from it like that."
He'd opened his eyes, to lay them on her face. Lips swollen and slightly parted, raging breaths, cheeks flashed with a silver path shinning and eyes closed.
"I'm sorry." she whispered, fighting back more tears.
"It's not enough, Rosie." his voice was strong, untouched by his heart-ache.
"I know." she said and with her eyes still closed, she buried her face into her palms and leaned on his chest, hiding herself from the world.
"Sorry, but I'm so stressed and nervous and all. I feel responsible for Jack. He's not that hardcore and firm as the twins or Hugo, and I'm so worried. He's a quiet kid, Scorp. Quiet and kind. He could be easily harmed. And all those duties and grades I have to live up on. It's terrifying to think I can fail in my last year here. And I miss you. And I haven't slept well last night. Well, I haven't slept at all."
"Still the nightmares?" he whispered near her hair, but his hands were left on his sides, denying caressing her. The lack of touching was almost unbearable, but he kept restraining himself.
"There's no improvement when you're not there." she whispered back, a sob shaking her delicate body frame. This was the final hit. The match point. The more he could take.
Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed her back into a sitting position. "Angel, look at me." his voice was sweet and pleading, as her hands remained on his chest and her eyes were looking down on them, avoiding the grey ones. "Rosie." he shook her and when it had the effect he needed, he started talking, boring his eyes into the blue ones.
"You're partially responsible for Jack, but he's capable of taking care of himself. You've done a great job and he knows as hexes and defense charms as you do. In theory at least." he paused, taking a deep breath. "And I'm sorry I wasn't there for you this past month, but I was so absorbed by my own anxiety about this year. I mean it, I feel really bad and I'll do anything I can to make it back. As for the nightmares, you know you can sleep on my bed every night. You don't have to go through this when there's a way to make it go and have a peaceful sleep."
"Merlin, I'm so sorry, please, please forgive me. It wasn't your fault. I love you. I need you." she broke into sobs that he hated to feel, to hear, to watch them tearing her soul.
"Don't." he cupped her face and brought her closer. "Please don't." and with that he kissed her, letting the passion take over them. Their lips became wild and harsh; her fingers fought their way to the buttons of his non-uniform shirt, as he removed his shoes.
They both knew it was time. Despite tears and screaming and arguing, they knew it. Time has come.
He shifted, turning her a bit to reach her shoe too, and she understood, working with the other while he was removing the first. He was now sucking on her neck, nipping hard to leave her his mark, as he got rid of her shock and moved his hand sensually up the length of her leg, reaching her thigh, under her oil-green skirt and further, cupping her ass.
A moan escaped her lips and she shivered under his hot touch, while she was still working with his buttons.
Somewhere between the slight movement of her hips and her lips on his earlobe he decided it was time to go upstairs.
He scooted himself at the edge of the couch and whispered a "Hold on to me, love." at Rose as he easily stood, the girl still on his arms, her legs encircling his waist.
He tried to walk, but with no sight and her mind-taking kisses, it was a bit of a task to root his way through the over-furnitured –at his opinion- room. Reading his mind, she untangled her legs as he let her body free.
But he didn't miss the purposely brushing of her thigh on his. His shapr intake of breath was followed by a breathless question. "Are you still mad?" He knew they were about to cross the limit of patience and control, but he had to be sure. He definitely didn't want their first time to be based in an argument.
"I'm not." she replied, stopping on her heels to look up at him, gazing down still a bit doubtful. "I can't be furious for a long time when you're around." She removed her other shock, tossing it on the couch. "Come with me, Scorp." she whispered and reached her hand for him.
"I'll always do." he replied taking it and letting her lead him to the short staircase.
But the hollow feeling of touching only her hand, combined with her pulled-up skirt dancing and her bare feet was too much to bear.
Having the benefit of longer legs he caught her up, grabbing her waist and spinning her around to push her back onto the wall next to his door. He pressed her up the wall and placed a leg between her owns, while she shifted her right knee upwards at the outside of his jeans and he grabbed her thigh, holding it there as he leaned and whispered affectionally.
"My little angel." and putting a curl behind her ear he kissed her again, more greedily than any time that day and he seeked permission to enter her mouth immediately as he pressed her even more up the hard stone wall. And when his fingers reached the outline of her underwear she turned, spinning him to press him this time, onto his own door.
"Rose." he moaned, still holding her leg from the thigh around him, rolling his head back as she bit on the crook of his neck, parallel finishing off his shirt buttons.
his hands searched for the door handle woodenly but she got it first, pushing it open and pulling him in by the hand, giggling breathlessly. Within the following seconds she had stopped on her heels, open-mouthly stunned.
"Do you like it?" he embraced her waist from behind, whispering into her hair in a voice that seemed ridicously uncertain.
He got no answer, but before panicking, he silently laughed with himself. He was such a damn idiot. He knew her. He knew what she liked or disliked, what she loved or hated, what made her laugh or cry, what interested her or left her detached. He knew every tiny part of her character. But still, he was so bloody insecure.
She had been in this room countless hours since the beginning of the year, and she liked its simplicity, the dim lighting that was radiating from the somehow glowing dark walls, the dark green curtains that she always remember to shiver, even the times the windows were closed or there wasn't a hint of wind outside, and mostly, the ceiling. But this time it was completely different.
All the surfaces were covered with rose petals in the colors of the rainbow, but it was obvious the purple ones were out braving the others. How well he knew her. Even the floor had great amounts, making difficult to pass through without smashing the small piles. Moreover, thin silver strings were hanging off the ceiling, and at their ends you can see stars moving even just a bit from the unexciting breeze. The string were so thin that you had the illusion of tiny stars floating on the air. The room was filled with the heady odor of the roses which blocked away every coherent thought, every logic. But, was there logic at love? Rose didn't think so. Not after she had met him.
She took a step forward, still for a couple of moments and then she turned, reaching her hand to him for the second time that evening, but yet so differently from the first.
New tears had came to refresh the almost dry silver roots from their argument downstairs earlier. That argue seemed so far. Like it had taken place hours, even days before, instead of minutes. The tender words of sorry were growing by the seconds, leaving no space for the harsh and hurtful words that were fading away, leaving behind only their ghosts.
He took her hand and she dragged him closer, in a bone-crashing hug, whispering "I love you" into his neck, trying to pass him her feelings. Love, remorse, anxiety, trust, lust, tenderness, affection, fondness and pure adoration.
It took a while for his brain to get to function again and he realized this could be their last coherent moment that night.
"There's something for you on the bed."
He knew he couldn't keep himself off her for long. He looked past her curls to his four-post bed, covered with roses.
And there it was. The small velvet box with the earrings, settled on the neatly done sheets over filled with colorful pieces radiating their intoxicating fragrance. A fragrance always connected to her.
"Later." she whispered and forced him down on her lips, stepping back till they fell onto the bed, he on top of her.
He couldn't refuse, even if he wanted to. They were plugged together, mouths and bodies, and the only thing he could do was reach for the box andthrow it softlky carefully over his head.
She had totally unbuttoned his shirt while his hands were inside of her blouse. They'd broken apart so he could pull it off, when another detail flashed his mind.
"The Potion." he glared her longingly. "The Contraceptive Potion. I have it right -"
"I took it." she managed before he could remove himself off her to go and get it, still gasping for breath He paused for a few moments, looking into her eyes, and then asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Are you sure?"
"I told you, I took -"
"I meant for this." he cut her, pressing his palm on her bare belly to emphasize his point. "There's no turning back. For one last time. Are you really sure?" he whippee a few remaining tears off her cheek.
"Yes." she nodded, and the added. "It's you after all." brushing his hair out of his eyes.
With that he lost control and pulling her blouse off her head, he attacked her, lowering his body on hers, getting as close as he could.
And as clothes became useless and pointless, as insecurities were washing off and reality was fading, between kisses and moans and gasps and tears and giggles they explored each other further than ever, hugged and caressed and kissed and tasted and felt.
Mostly felt. They felt each other's love and lust and affection and trust and need and pleasure.
Someone could say that they lost something precious. Something they couldn't take back in any way. But I'll oppose to that. For me, and for them, definitely, they hadn't lost it. They had simply given it to each other.
And as the time passed, and night spread her dark veil, they fought against exhaustion, not wanting the night to pass, the magic to fade, their loved-one to be hidden behind heavy eyelids. But at some point they lost, and the Sleepy Fairy won, drifting the two lovers into a peaceful sleep into each other's arms, under the glistening stars, and the intoxicating fragrance of the spread roses.
A/N:This was it…Don't worry, It'll be another small chapter with the waking up…
About the M thing…You see, I am able to write an M scene, but I had this feeling that if I made that last part smut it would ruin the entire story…It's their first time right? It's supposed to be special and magical and stuff…Sorry if I had disappointed you, but this is the way I wanted to proceed it…
Declarations…
-Colin Jr Creevey is Colin's nephew…Some kind of a tribute…
-Scorp isn't a prat, leaving Al with two teasing girls and a camera boy….He was just in hurry. Great hurry…
-About the seductive kiss-Scorp has done everything else and Rosie is more spontaneous.I thought it was more of a feminine action like that.… The girl starting it…See, it even sounds better… XD
-Yep, Rose knew Emma-of course…Rose is very bounded with their family, and I have to say that Jack is her weakness…It's they have so many things in common…
Ok…This was it…Wait for the last chap in about two weeks…I know, I know, but remember the evil word…Exams…
But if you push the green button and write a couple of sentences I'll try my best to have it sooner…Kisses…..
