AN: Hello :) Sorry that's its been just over a month. Didn't mean to wait that long... but this chapter is a tiny bit longer to make up for it :) Not really sure how I feel about it, but I hope you guys like it.
Previously: Scorpius and Rose snogged at a party. Rose, who likes Scorpius, convinces herself that he doesn't have feelings for her. She starts flirting with Nick, and Scorpius and her start to argue a lot. Rose and Nick get into a relationship, which neither Albus or Scorpius is happy about, due to a dare.
Hey mate,
Stop asking me how Rose is doing. If you're so curious go ask her yourself.
Seriously though, sort this out before the end of the summer. How's the Mansion? Annoyed that Romania lost in the world cup? Cause I promise that ref was perfectly fair!
Al
Scorpius read the message over, unsure how to respond to the first portion. It was true that he had been pestering Albus about Rose, but he had every right to. The girl was part of a dare for Salazar's sake, and she didn't realize it. But still, owl Rose? He'd never done that before, and for some reason the idea made his stomach feel uncomfortable. Besides, what would he say? That he was sorry he had called her a slag and that he had loved kissing her? No way in hell! Sighing, he threw the stick for his dog, Lancelot, to fetch. He read over the letter one more time before leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes, enjoying the warmth.
Slowly opening his eyes a few minutes later, Scorpius reached for his parchment and quills in the bag beside him.
Dear Rose,
I wanted to express my greatest condolences–
Scorpius stopped mid sentence, realizing what he had written. 'Dear?' that was so polite, and what in the name of the founding fathers was 'express my greatest condolences' supposed to be, a letter for a funeral. Pushing the paper aside he tried again.
Hey,
Heard the Chuddly Cannons lost last night, not surprising–
He stopped again; starting by insulting her probably wasn't the way to go either. He crumbled the paper up and pushed it aside. Lancelot came running back, slobbery stick in his mouth. Smiling and ruffling his beagle's head, Scorpius thought about the bet. He couldn't stand the idea of Nick getting his way. It was bad enough that Rose was dating him.
Throwing the stick once more, Scorpius tried again to write the letter. Then he tried again, and again, and again, until the space around him was littered with scrunched up pieces of paper, and he was so frustrated that he broke the stick he had been throwing. Throwing half of the now broken stick he banged his head against the back of the chair. Who would have thought that writing a letter to Rose would be so difficult?
He was so distracted by his failure that he didn't notice his mother until she spoke.
"Who is she?" Astoria Malfoy's voice was gentle, but it still startled Scorpius.
"Who is who?" he looked around bewildered, as though expecting to see a girl coming from the woods.
"The girl you're trying to write a letter to." She smiled, as though she understood what he was going through.
"It's not like that Mum. I'm writing to Rose." His mother's raised eyebrows were disbelieving, "Really, it's not. We got into a fight and now Al is making me write to her and sort it out."
"Hmm," still obviously disbelieving, his mother replied, "Of course. Well then do just that, sort it out. I'm sure she'd feel more awkward knowing that you wasted all this parchment on her than if you write the wrong thing."
Scorpius looked around at the balls of paper, feeling awkward.
"Anyway, dinner is in an hour, do try and send it off before then." With that she turned back to the house, calling Lancelot, and leaving Scorpius alone with his paper.
The owl tapped persistently at the window, obviously unaware of what was occurring inside. Nick was lying on the bed, hoping against hope that the owl would just go away and not interrupt him. He was lying beside Rose, one hand groping her ass and pulling her closer, while the other lay awkwardly above his head. His tongue was in Rose's mouth, and that, at least, felt good. He was a damn good kisser, and he knew it.
Rose's shirt had ridden up so the bottom of her stomach was exposed, and she kept hoping that Nick would move his hand away from her ass where it was awkwardly groping and up to her side. But she didn't move. Nick had been very understanding and so helpful for the past month, and she had hardly done more than kiss him.
Still, the owl tapped, and eventually Rose broke their kiss to go and get it. She recognized it immediately as Scorpius' owl, and wondered vaguely how it had gotten the wrong house. She opened the window to let the bird in.
"Come on Rose, come back, take the letter and come lie down again." Nick's voice sounded slightly hoarse, and his eyes were dark. Rose sighed, pulling away from the owl that was perched on her arm. She took of the letter, not glancing at it before throwing it on the desk. She would give it to Al later. Moving back to the window, she let the owl out, feeling weird that she wasn't letting it stay to eat, but she knew that Nick wouldn't like that.
"Nick my parent's are gonna be home soon. And then dinner, you can stay if you want, but we should probably go downstairs." Rose tried not to notice how disappointed Nick seemed at the idea that they couldn't stay I her bedroom all night.
"No it's alright Rose, I should go home now anyway." He got up and gave Rose a fierce kiss before walking out with her.
It wasn't until after dinner that Rose remembered the letter. Turning it over she was surprised to see the name on the letter wasn't Albus'. It was hers.
Rose,
I'm sorry for what happened before I left. I was a prick. Anyway, I hope you don't hold it against me at the end of the summer; Albus would kill us if we fought at the party.
Scorpius
Rose read the letter a few times before she could even believe what was in it. Scorpius, apologizing? Well, if he apologized then she couldn't very well hold it against him. Pulling her hair into a ponytail she sat down at the desk to try and write a response.
Scorpius,
It's okay. Hope your summer goes well. Just mull over the fact that Romania lost, and I'll see you in a few weeks.
Rose
Rose wrote slowly, thinking about every word before putting it on the paper. It wouldn't do to say the wrong thing. She knew it was a pretty formal letter, but something between them just was off. It was like there was something there that shouldn't have been. Despite that, Rose folded the parchment, deciding to wait until morning to send it, so as not to wake Scorpius.
He had spent the whole night worrying about her response, and there it was, short and simple. There had been no reason to worry. But it felt odd leaving their correspondence at that. He groaned as he pulled out another sheaf of parchment, wondering how much paper he would waste writing this letter.
Rose,
The ref was rubbish! And Wales cheated; I'd bet my life on it. And anyway your beloved Chuddly Cannons lost their game a few nights ago. I always knew you were bonkers for supporting them.
Then again, I knew you were bonkers anyway, I mean, you're a Gryffindor.
Scorpius
Rose smiled when she received the letter, inexplicably happier than she had been the whole summer. She was surprised that he was joking with her like that after the formal tone of his previous letter. But it was a nice change, and despite making her stomach flip, she hoped they could keep talking like that.
Score,
You've got it all wrong; it's Slytherins that are touched in the head. Besides the Cannons only lost because of the ref, and Samir's rubbish beater skills.
How's you're summer been anyway? Cheated in any more chess games?
Rose
Scorpius smiled; somehow the tension between them had dissipated. He settled into writing back to her.
Rosie,
I've been forgetting to call you that but thanks for reminding me. I won that chess match fair and square, and you won't be forgetting it any time soon.
Score
Laughing to herself, Rose put the letter down. Whatever had been between them, whatever had been getting in the way of them getting along, was mostly gone now, and Rose had to force herself to remember that she was with Nick, and that she really did like him. Pushing her emotions to the side Rose wrote back to Scorpius.
Their owls went back and forth, the letters becoming more open over the course of the weeks. And in between the letters, Rose found herself with her cousins, making out with Nick, or practicing flying and homework. It wasn't until two weeks before they returned to school that Scorpius received a letter from Nick.
Scorpius Malfoy,
Stop sending owls to my girlfriend. She is mine. Whatever you feel for her, eat it. Go fuck one of your slags. Rose is mine. I get to fuck her, and when I'm done, then you can have my leftovers. But for now, stop flirting with her, stop owling her, just stop everything to do with her. She is mine first.
Scorpius read the letter in shock. This was the proof he needed to show Rose what Nick was planning, but he had no way of knowing if Nick would see his response, especially considering he seemed to have seen the other letters. Throwing the letter down on his desk Scorpius paced back and forth angrily. His most recent letter from Rose was next to the one from Nick, and he read it over again, his hands trembling with anger.
Score,
Who would have thought that you, the big bad Malfoy boy was scared of frogs? I guess I'll have something to tease you about now though, other than your cum coloured hair and crap quidditch team.
Rosie
Finally he sat down at the desk to write a final letter to Rose.
Rose,
I will not write you anymore. I will see you in a week. Please be sensible.
Scorpius
AN: Hey, so I really hoped you liked that! Let me know what you think in a review? :) It always means a lot when people review! Also, I promise more Rose and Scorpius together time in the next chapter, no more annoying letters :) Yes, I know Nick is a jerk. I'm sorry, but I promise this is still a ScorexRose fanfic :)
And just a little question: I mentioned int he chapter that there was something between Rose and Scorpius.. something stopping them from being friends.. any ideas what i was hinting at? Maybe I'm just over analyzing thanks to IB English but let me know :)
- FTLOS