A/N: Yay! Actually managed to spit out the next chapter During a 6 hour train ride! Thank you trains for not making me motion sick!...enjoy!

Chapter Four: Elusive Daydreams Unrealized

It was the first night of his seventh year at Hogwarts, and Scorpius Malfoy could not sleep. Was it the fact that it was a different bed from what he was used to? It must be...No it's not said a voice at the back of his head, You know the real reason why you can't sleep. Scorpius reluctantly agreed with the little voice. He knew that it was because of the girl...the girl who was now metres away...sleeping soundly.

Why couldn't he sleep? He felt the lead weight of tiredness press on him, but sleep would not come. Suddenly, the light turned on in his room, temporarily causing him to become blind. As shapes began to form he saw her. There, standing in the doorway to his bedchambers was Rose Weasley, wearing nothing but her red silk nightdress. She walked over to the bed and sat next to the surprised Slytherin.

"What are you do–?" started Scorpius, but she shushed him by putting a pale finger to his lips.

"I don't understand...why are y–" but this time his words were cut off by her kiss. It was so startling, that Scorpius gasped into the girls mouth. The gasp soon turned into a deep moan, as the girl used this moment to penetrate his mouth with her warm tongue.

Scorpius had kissed a few girls, to humor them, and to say that he had, but nothing had ever come close to this. There were alternating warm waves and icy chills going up and down his body. He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of his neck as the red-haired seductress pushed him onto his back.

She continued to kiss him roughly as she pulled the sheets down off of his sweating body. The pressure from her hot mouth released itself, making Scorpius whimper in protest. Rose looked hungrily into his eyes and grasped his already erect member through his green silk boxer shorts.

"Rose" Scorpius managed to squeak out in a vocal register two octaves higher than usual, "Why are you doing this? I thought that you hated me, I thought that I hated you..."

Rose opened her mouth to reply, but instead of what Scorpius was hoping to be a quick reply–so they could get on with what they were doing prior– what came out of her mouth was a loud buzzing noise.

Scorpius woke with a start. He looked over at his alarm clock and groaned. He looked down at the large bulge in his shorts, and sighed.

"What the bloody hell was that about?" he asked himself, as he headed towards the washroom, towel hanging over one of his broad shoulders. But as the warm water glided off his muscular torso, Scorpius could still not understand what had provoked such a...well forcefully vivid...dream. He thought about the look in Rose's eyes as she had grasped him, and his organ twitched expectantly.

Deciding that he couldn't go to class in the, well state, that he was in, Scorpius reached down and began to pump his erection. He let go of a small moan as he reached closer and closer to climax...and no matter how he tried, he couldn't get the vixen out of his head! He was getting closer now, and he pictured himself thrusting into her, As he reached his peak he could hear her yelling his name, louder and louder...

"Scorpius...Scorpius!"

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"Scorpius...Scorpius! Scorpius get out of the shower! You've been in there for like an hour!" cried Rose, banging on the bathroom door. Breakfast was in 10 minutes, and although she took baths at night which saved her time not showering, she still needed to brush her teeth.

"If you're not out of there in five seconds I'm going to use Alohomora!" threatened Rose, but there was still no answer. She could still hear the water running, so she knew he was behind the shower curtain. This being enough justification for barging into the occupied bathroom, Rose unlocked the door with magic.

Rose began to brush her teeth. She went into a trance doing the repetitive motion, and she snuck a glance over at the shower curtain. Scorpius was in there...completely nude...the water dripping over his muscled body...Rose quivered at the thought...Suddenly, the water turned off, causing Rose to wrench the toothbrush out of her mouth in haste.

As she spit, she saw a sinewy arm reach out of the depth of the shower and grasp the green towel that was hanging on the rack. Rose, wanting to give the boy his privacy, walked towards the door, but before she got there, the curtain flew open, revealing Scorpius holding the towel, standing as naked as the day he was born.

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Scorpius could not move. He was stuck to the spot in shock and awe. The girl he had just be thinking of most passionately was now standing before him. He saw her eyes, big as saucers staring as well, then she saw her eyes slowly lower to his waist. They instantly snapped up and she blushed the same colour as her hair. This was then Scorpius realized that he was naked. He hastily wrapped the towel around himself, and he yelled... loud.

"What are you doing in here? Haven't you ever heard of privacy? Are you some kind of pervert? I knew it! You were stalking me...and now you want to look at me nude? What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean, you idiot?" retorted Rose with equal vigor, "I TOLD you I was coming in at least 3 times...I didn't think you'd just fling open the curtain without at least a towel on! What were you doing anyways that made it so you couldn't hear me?"

"I...well...That's my own business!" stammered Scorpius, his turning the same shade as his row partner's.

"I have to go get ready...and you call ME a pervert!" and she walked into her gold and red bedroom, door slamming in her wake.

"Fine! Run away!" he yelled at the closed door. He walked into his room, and sat on the bed that he had lain in just over an hour ago, dreaming pleasantly about the girl every cell in his body now loathed once again.

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Rose Weasley was still angry when she reached her first class, which was Transfiguration. She was emanating such a powerful aura of hatred, even the few girls that were friendly with her steered clear as she reached her usual desk, which was naturally the one at the very front.

"What is wrong with her?" whispered Gretchen Neilson, the gossip queen of Hufflepuff, "Didn't get perfect on a test?" Everyone giggled as they turned to stare unabashedly at Rose as she slammed her wand on her desk with such force, that it caused the surface to burst into flame.

But as Rose hastily tried to put out the flames, the girls' attention shifted to the doorway ignoring the flames that were growing higher and higher. There, in the doorway was Scorpius Malfoy. Several girls sighed, and the looks on their faces made you know that they were picturing his face with a heart around it.

"He is so beautiful!" whispered one of Gretchen's friends, Amelia, with admiration as he walked down the row towards them.

"I know," agreed Gretchen, "and look at how muscled he got over the summer! Good thing he's mine, right girls?"

The other girls frowned and glared in Gretchen's opposite direction. She was their leader, and that meant of course that no one was allowed to stake claim on Scorpius except her. She was the loudest, the prettiest, and therefore, he was hers. Every girl pledged undying loyalty to her, but secretly they all planned to usurp her and take Scorpius for their own.

"Scorpius darling! Come and sit with me!" simpered Gretchen as Scorpius neared her desk, but he just ignored her and walked to the front. Rose, knowing that Scorpius was in the room, was having her anger affect her even more. It is very difficult to do magic while angry, so instead of making the flames disappear, she was instead making them alternate between the colours purple and green. Scorpius suddenly turned on the class.

"What is wrong with you?" he demanded angrily, "Why aren't you helping her?"

The class just stared in disbelief. Not only had some of them never heard Scorpius speak, but the few who had, definitely had never heard him ever display emotion. Gretchen, being the sort of personality she was, opened her mouth as if to speak for the whole class,

"Well, she's head girl isn't she? She should be able to fix them without even speaking, right? I mean this is a seventh year Transfiguration class. We're the best of our year!" she said smirkingly as her female cronies' giggles echoed behind her.

"Exactly." said Scorpius coolly in his best Head Boy voice, flicking his wand making the flames stop immediately, "which is why we should all be mature enough to help a person in need." and he sat at the desk across the aisle from Rose's, which was also in the front.

Before Gretchen could retort back with something she believed to be witty, the door opened and Professor Brooks walked in to start the lesson.

Rose was mortified. Not only had she lost control enough to set the fire, she could not even fix the damage that she had wrought! To top it all off, it was him who had helped her. She wondered why...hadn't he yelled at her this morning? She stole a look at him, and saw that he was extremely focused on what the teacher was saying. Rose tuned into the Professor as well.

"...becoming an Animagus is extremely difficult, and the first that succeeds by the end of the year will not only get bonus marks in the course, but in the NEWT exam as well." stated Professor Brooks. Rose's head snapped up. Animagus? That was so difficult! She stole one more look at Scorpius and saw that he was trying to suppress a grin.

So he thinks he can do this in a year does he? Thought Rose, well we'll see who does it first!

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The rest of the day was a blur for Scorpius. Since he was planning to enter training after Hogwarts to become a healer, he was concentrating solely upon Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, and Care of Magical Creatures. He had to take Care of Magical Creatures in case he had to treat animal wounds in his future line of work.

The afternoon had been pleasant, not too warm, not too cold, and Hagrid had kept them busy tending to a unicorn that had gotten its leg caught in between the roots of a large tree. It was Hagrid's last year of teaching before he retired, so he was resolved that his small seventh year class of five students would all get an 'Outstanding' on their Care of Magical Creatures NEWT.

As Hagrid described the best way to tend to a dragon with scale rot, Scorpius' mind drifted...to becoming an Animagus. The freedom, the power, the excitement! He was going to succeed, he knew it. He was going to get that bonus Transfiguration mark. The healing field was incredibly difficult to get into, and if Scorpius refused to use his father's influence–which he definitely was–every extra mark counted.

Dinner was good...Scorpius thought. It was the first day of school, and he was already drifting into the lull of routine. In fact, he was almost at the Slytherin common room when he remembered that he was not lodged in the familiar area. He turned, and trudged back to the rooms that he shared with Rose...

Rose...it wasn't her fault that he hadn't heard her this morning...Scorpius felt heat creeping into his face as he remembered the look on her face as her eyes had traveled down his torso...Scorpius shook his head violently. Yes, she deserved an apology for the yelling he had directed at her, but she was still...The Enemy. She had ruined his chance to meet his idol, she had caused him to get an 'E' on his Transfiguration OWL, she had scorned his friendship as children...and worst of all, she now had control over his thoughts and feelings.

Completely stuck inside his own head, he had not realized that he had reached the portrait of the young lovers. He muttered the password and he stepped into the common room. He saw the back of the red head sitting on their couch, and he resolved to get the apology over quick and painless.

"Rose, I., I..." stammered Scorpius uncharacteristically, as Rose turned to look at him. The light from the window shined down upon her auburn locks, creating a halo effect. Scorpius' breath became caught in his throat, and he found that he could not say what he wanted. She was...so...beautiful. Her dark brown eyes, narrowed with suspicion.

"You what?" she said testily. She obviously had not forgotten their argument earlier.

"I...I'm sorry." said Scorpius quietly.

"That's what I thought!" exclaimed Rose triumphantly, rising from her seat, "I knew you were going to try to beat me at becoming...wait, what?"

"I'm sorry for raising my voice this morning. It was not your fault that...certain events...came to pass. In order for us to live in relative peace, even though we hate each other, we must at least apologize for things that are our faults." he said calmly, ignoring her outburst.

"Oh...I guess..." she replied, flushing profusely.

Not understanding how or why, Scorpius moved closer to the girl. She was so small, and she looked so cute when she wasn't angry...he longed to envelop her in his strong arms, and protect her...

She looked up into his eyes, and for a second Scorpius thought that she felt the same way, but they were once again guarded.

"Apology accepted." she said roughly turning the other way, and with that, she walked through the bathroom, and into her own bedroom.

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Rose sunk into her bed, confused. She could have sworn that she had seen something in those usually cold blue eyes...she had seen some sort of warmth. At that moment, she had felt a sudden surge to be held by the arms that had held her on the train...she wanted to feel loved by someone...a man.

Rose had had a few boyfriends over the years, but they had only dated her because they found her attractive. All that she wanted was someone she could sit with, talk with...laugh with...

Suddenly her head throbbed painfully, as an image of a young boy with blond hair flashed into her head. He was in a train, and he was talking animatedly, laughing sometimes. Rose could not hear what was being said...like the words were just outside of her earshot. Only a soft mumbling sound could be heard, but a part of the dialogue seeped through the barrier,

"Pinky Promise"

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A/N...yah I know this is a really bad place to end a chapter, but...w/e lol...please R/R and tune in for the next chapter...please let me know if I'm moving things too fast between the two of them, I'll slow it down if you guys want...I mean, I'm writing for me, but if you guys don't like it...what's the point? if you don't want me to slow down the action, maybe she'll get her memory back soon! gasp!