It would be a hell of a lot easier to get out of here than it was to get in. Soon Rose would have the Invisibility Cloak, and no one would wonder why she was emerging from the Gryffindor Boys' dormitories. "Merlin James, where is it?" She muttered to herself. Finally her fingers glided along a smooth fabric stashed at the bottom of her cousin's trunk. "Perfect," she said, and slipped it on.
She tiptoed back down the stairs and dodged the bodies in the common room to reach the portrait hole. Her cousins Fred and James were throwing a batch of Fillibuster Fireworks out the window and a bunch of kids had gathered around to watch.
As she ran down the corridors, she checked her watch. It was eight fifteen at night. She hadn't meant to be fifteen minutes late, but she didn't really care. Where she was going, time didn't matter.
She didn't slow down until she reached the fifth floor corridor and was standing outside the only broom cupboard in the hallway. She knocked three times and the door flew open. "Merlin Weasley, took you long enough," A voice said from the inside. She threw off the cloak and a hand reached towards her to pull her inside. The second that the door was closed she was pushed up against it.
A mouth pressed firmly against hers, and she responded with so much enthusiasm that you would have thought she hadn't kissed him for a month rather than three days. She moaned and that just encouraged him to do more. She was in the air, her legs wrapped around his waist while his hands were holding her up by her bum. Scorpius' mouth moved to her neck, kissing and biting at it. This got a good reaction out of her, so he kept at it.
The couple stayed like this for a couple of hours, but finally decided that it was time to head off to bed.
Rose rolled out of bed exhausted the next morning. She'd barely gotten two hours of sleep, and once she did doze off she had a nightmare. She and Scorpius had been caught in a closet by Professor Longbottom, but as he began to reprimand them he, he morphed into Rose's Dad. Then James appeared behind them with a lawn chair and popcorn. Rose had just barely glimpsed Fred collecting money in exchange for tickets to watch the scolding from the gathering crowd when she awoke.
Fifteen minutes later, Albus sat across from her at breakfast, a worried look on his face. "You look horrible!" He exclaimed after a minute of silence.
"Thanks Al, that's just what I needed to hear."
"I'm sorry, but you've got sex hair and-"
"Albus Severus! Are you implying that I had sex?"
Albus rolled his eyes and reached for some mash. "I didn't mean it like that…" he muttered. "Maybe you should just work harder at getting yourself cleaned up." Rose didn't respond to this, but for the first time all morning, she caught her reflection in her goblet. Her eyes widened for a second, but she tried not to draw attention to herself as her hand snapped up to her neck to cover a rapidly forming hickey.
"You know, I guess you're right, Al," she agreed with him, standing up even though she hadn't taken one bite of food. "I think I'm going to get ready for class. See you in Potions."
Albus was her best friend, but right now, she didn't want to talk to him. He wouldn't understand where she was coming from, having virtually no experience with girls himself. And then there was James who would probably sit down with Albus any minute, and who was a complete womanizer who, although Rose loved him to death, had probably been with half of the school.
On her way out of the Great Hall, she (no surprise here) bumped into James. "Leaving so soon, Rosie?"
"Not hungry. See you later," she said, and pushed past him before he had time to say anything else.
She kept walking and was about to reach the staircase when from out of a broom cupboard came a hand that firmly grasped her wrist and pulled her inside.
"What the hell?" She exclaimed as soon as the door closed behind her.
"Hey Rose," came the voice of Scorpius Malfoy, however it was warped. Instead of being witty and sarcastic, he sounded timid and in a rush to get the words out.