Okay, so I just realized that the words that I meant to have in italics in the last chapter...weren't. Sorry about that. But it would be a pain in my side to go back and

fix it now, so I'm hoping all you smart children can tell where I wanted them.

Really wish freakin' WordPad had a spellcheck, so I wouldn't have to copy and paste

into my AOL mail.

But I digress.

And now I'm accepting anonymous reviews.

I would've been earlier, but I hadn't noticed, so, thanks to hondagirl for pointing it out!

Now on with the story.

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Stay

"When the hell did I fall in love with you?!"

Scorpius blinked in obvious surprise, then he looked like he was trying extremely hard not to laugh. Rose looked him with the same incredulous expression that she had when she first came to her horrific realization.

"I don't see the humor in this, blondie!" She cried, throwing her hands up in the air and pacing back to the window.

"That's a shame." Scorpius began, letting a few chuckles escape, "Because it's really pretty funny." Rose whipped around and threw a death glare at him, his expression softened, but there was still a light humor dancing in his eyes.

"I can't tell you when you fell in love with me," He spoke softly, and took a step in her direction, his hands up in a peaceful gesture, "But I can tell you when I fell in love with you."

"Please." Rose said flatly, holding up a hand and pacing away from him again. "Let me be the girl in this relationship." A dead silence followed her statement, and a horrified expression crossed her features. What had she just said?

"Relationship?" Rose could just hear the smirk in that single word. She whipped around for the millionth time that night, slightly worried that she was going to permanently throw her spine off track. It one could actually accomplish that.

"That's not what I meant!" She managed to splutter out. "Scorpius -- I thought you understood after what happened at the party -- we can't."

"What happened at the party?" He teased, "I was too wasted on the punch."

"Not. Funny." She glared, crossing her arms.

"I'm sorry," He apologized, leaning back on a desk, "I'm just trying to get you to lighten up about the situation."

"The situation?" Rose raised her brow at his classification.

"What would you prefer I call it?"

"Uh, how about disaster?" His face showed obvious lack of amusement for her joke.

"That's not funny, Rose." She frowned and tried to fight the feeling of her foot in her mouth.

"Oh, what?" She muttered, leaning against the nearby wall, "You're allowed to joke, but I'm not?"

"Was it a joke?" She blinked.

"Yes!...Maybe." Rose furrowed her brow and put a hand to her temple. There was definitely a headache coming on.

"You think our feelings are a disaster?" He questioned, and Rose couldn't shake the feeling that her words had actually hurt him.

"Well -- they're going to create a disaster!" She cried, throwing her hands up in the air and then burying her face in them. Neither of them made any noise until Rose let out a loud sigh.

"Do you want to just pretend this never happened?" Scorpius asked, his voice soft.

"Yes." She muttered miserably into her hands. Slowly, she let them fall back down to her side and she stared sadly at Scorpius.

"But I know I would never be able to." She said, straightening her back against the wall. He smiled, trying and failing to hide his happiness. In a few seconds that seemed more like hours, Scorpius had made his way off the desk he was perched on, and had both hands on either side of Rose's face. Rose, much to her surprise, couldn't help but grin up at him.

"I love you, Rose Weasley." He whispered as if he were telling her a secret. "I always have, and I always will." He lowered his face down, intending on kissing her, but she stopped him by placing a hand on his cheek. Her expression was clearly trying to hide her skepticism.

"Always?" He grinned.

"Rose. How many times have you hit me and called me Ferret-Face?" She laughed, and the movement made them both realize how close they were to what they both wanted. As his lips covered her's, Rose was violently aware of how addictive they were.

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"Rose Weasley!" Dom shouted in the corridor, causing several First Years to jump and scurry away, "I swear, you're just trying to get detention these days!"

Rose rolled her eyes. The month of detention that she had gotten from beating the snot out of Molly had come and gone, but the eldest daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley still found herself in detention every night. She wasn't doing anything radical, just some harmless fun. Mostly involving a few tricks from the family business. Other times it was just a punch or two given to Scorpius Malfoy that landed her a seat in detention. Of course, he would find some other way to land himself a spot right next to her. No one seemed to be the wiser. All pregnancy rumors had been squashed after Rose yelled it across the Great Hall at dinner one evening. One could call the action "blunt", but when a girl's had enough, she's had enough.

"Dom, why would I try to get in detention?" Rose rolled her eyes, "I'm just...having a little fun before we graduate. I think I've been a good girl long enough to deserve a little play time."

"You realize your parents are probably gonna be called up her any day now, right?"

"So?" The redhead shrugged and moved her old backpack higher up on her shoulder. Dom grabbed her cousin's arm and pulled her into an empty corridor.

"What's your problem, Dom?" Rose asked, trying to regain her balance.

"No, what's your problem, Red?" Her face was stern, and showed more emotion than Rose had ever seen, "You're acting out every chance you get, do you just want to get detention every day for the rest of your Hogwarts career?"

"Yes, Dom, that's exactly what I want. I'm glad you finally figured it out." The sarcasm was so thick it was practically dripping in the air. Dom glared.

"Rose, I'm worried about you. I hardly ever see you anymore, you're always getting into trouble!"

"Dom..." Rose started, suddenly feeling very guilty, "There's nothing to be worried about! I'm fine! And I'm not hurting anyone...except for Malfoy. But you've never had a problem with that before."

"It's not just me that's worried, Rose, it's Rox and Al, too. He said you're getting in trouble as much as..." Suddenly there was an idea that spread across her face, she stared at Rose, fully concentrated on her cousin's reaction. "Scorpius."

Rose's face was blank at first, then she raised her brow.

"You think this is about Ferret-Face?" She questioned, her tone skeptical. That was enough to make Dom visibly second guess herself. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll cool it on the rebellious phase. Let's just get to dinner before I'm late for detention again."

Dom gave her cousin a half hearted smile and nod before the two girls took off towards the Great Hall.

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She pushed the familiar door open, fully aware of every inch between her and her companion. The air in the Defense Against The Dark Arts room had been so thick, it was hard for her to breathe. Even Professor Crisswell seemed to be uncomfortable, though Rose was pretty sure the man was oblivious to the situation. She wasn't sure what to do with herself anymore. Any time she saw, or even thought about Scorpius, her blood started to boil. At first it really freaked her out, but then she realized her affect of him seemed to be much the same. Quite frankly, that wasn't too bad for her self esteem.

"Close the door." She whispered as quietly as she could, oddly excited that she knew he was following her. He was following her. For her. Not just for...well, her body, though she had a feeling it wasn't something he forgot about. Rose had kissed boys before, but it was never anything like how she kissed Scorpius. And it had never felt even remotely similar. It thrilled her, but scared her at the same time. Lucky for Scorpius, the thrill outweighed the fear.

Swiftly, as if she had practiced, Rose walked to the deserted teacher's desk and turned around just in time for Scorpius to scoop her up by her thighs and set her on top of it. It took even a shorter amount of time for his lips to find her's. And then they were going at it like they had been for weeks now. His lips on her throat, her hands in his hair, his fingers trailing down her back...

It had gotten so intense that Rose couldn't even think as it was going on. They could have had an audience clapping and jeering, and she wouldn't have noticed. Maybe it was the way the room was so cold, and he was so warm that sent the thrills up her spine. Maybe it was even that he was someone she was forbidden to be with, and yet here she was? Maybe both of those reasons were applicable, but Rose knew the core reason.

She was in love. And her love was returned.

It was as if Rose had been living in misery her whole life without knowing it. She didn't have bad dreams anymore. No, she was actually sleeping quite better. And the change hadn't gone without notice. Dom, Roxanne and Albus had all made comments on how much more chipper she was in the morning. At least she could blame it on the mischief she was making. She wasn't sure how well she would fair if their rendevouz had to end. It drove her crazy just thinking about it. But the affair was starting to get dangerous. In Potions class the other day, she was getting the components that she needed when she felt Scorpius come up behind her. It was so fast that she could be sure no one saw, but she felt his hand graze her lower back and then his thumb brushed her own hand as he reached to get something on the other side of the table. If he didn't notice her blush, or the way her heart accelerated, there would have been something seriously wrong with him.

She pulled his body closer to her's, however impossible the task seemed to be. Her tug had thrown him off balance for a moment and he chuckled without totally breaking their kiss. When she felt his hand on her thigh, it didn't exactly calm her down. She buried her hands in his hair again, and arched her back so that she was as close to him as she could be. He started to chuckle again as he pulled away -- which was not an easy task.

"Woah, woah," Scorpius laughed, retrieving her hands from his hair and holding them to his chest, "Where's the fire, Freckles?" He was allowed to use that name now, for reasons Rose herself really didn't quite understand. The nickname just meant something different to her now. It seemed more affectionate. Rose raised her brow at him, her breathing ragged.

"What, I'm more into this than you?" She asked. He laughed again.

"I don't think that's possible."

"Oh? Then why are we stopping?"

"Because we've been here for an hour and a half. I think Dominique is going to notice if you're missing for much longer." She craned her neck to look through the window on the other side of the room. The moon was shining brightly, clearly having moved from it's previous spot. She sighed, and he helped her slide down from the desk.

"Time flies." She mused, quietly and heard his grunt of agreement. Before they got to the door, Rose stopped and faced the boy.

"I love you." Rose said quietly, still self conscious about saying it out loud. He grinned and tilted her chin up as he pressed his lips to her's again.

"I love you, too, Rose." The words were as genuine as always, but there was something behind them and something behind his eyes. It had happened a few times before, and Rose didn't like it one bit. She scrunched up her nose.

"Don't say it like that."

"Like what?" He asked, a little surprised.

"Like you're saying goodbye."

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Blah, blah. I know it's short.

I didn't want to end it here, but I didn't want the day to be over without an update.

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