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Five reasons

Reason 4: hearing

As a prefect is my duty to walk through Hogwarts' hallways after the curfew alongside any other prefect from any other house, but of course Scorpius and I always try to schedule as many times together as we can since we're friends and all that so that it will make the work a lot lighter. Today is one of those days.

It's been nine months, nine unbelievable long and torturing freaking months since the God damn day that I first started crushing my best friend. Obviously he knows nothing about this so he keeps treating me like he always has which makes me fall even deeper for him. I know, completely annoying, isn't it?

We're walking down the hallway near Ravenclaw's common room quietly, maybe too quietly. He looks as if he were struggling with himself; he's troubled, minding his own business. I don't know what to say because, honestly there's not much to be told. I'm trying to mind my own business too but I can't because I'm too worried over what's wrong with him, yet I can't get myself to pop out the question, since we've never really been as close, that's more like he and Al, probably because they're at the same house and that.

I can hear my watch's ticking in the silence of the night, along with the low sound that our shoes make as we walk. And I count the steps trying not to go mad. One footstep, two footsteps, Three Footsteps, three more footsteps and we're pass the corner and I begin again. One footstep, two footsteps… he coughs a little, clarifying his throat. One footstep, two footsteps, and then he sighs.

I turn my head to his and he's looking right ahead as If he were avoiding me and I hear my blood hurrying to my ears and my heart skipping a several beats before racing. I can almost hear my tears coming out. Why is he ignoring me? Why am I crying?

I keep walking. Not letting him know I'm upset, mostly over nothing at all. He doesn't seem to notice either anyway.

An awkward silence takes over the situation. I run my hand trough my bushy red hair nervously. The silence is so deep that I can hear the fibers of my hair crashing together. We walk slowly pass an especially large window and the sound of some crickets break the silence along with a hooting on the distance. And then the awkward silence again.

We're just five corners from ending our walk. One footstep, two footsteps… four corners. One footstep, two footsteps... three corners. One footstep, two footsteps and when we're about to go through the corner his footsteps disappear and he holds my wrist very lightly. No footsteps and the silence is now so enormous that I bet he can hear my heart racing up. I hear him intake some air but I haven't turned my face to him.

'This is it' I think to myself. 'He realized how deeply in love I am, it's the end. You may run now, I'd understand if you do, I would if I could'

I take deep breath, and try to control myself as I hear and feel his hand rub its way to my plane tummy where he had already placed his other hand holding mine very lightly. The wholeness of the silence that has had taken over ever since the beginning of our walk is now so completely devastating that is sinking through my skin and melting on my racing blood in my veins, yet his breathing is calm enough and completely composed as I wish mine was but I can hear the air going in and out of my body inconstantly.

"Scorpius?" I ask dubiously and at the same time surprised that I could actually make my voice sound like anything that had ever existed let alone what I wanted to communicate.

"I'm sorry, Rose" God damn him and his Goddamned freaking sexy voice.

I struggle to act normally. I fail distressfully.

I let him embrace me as I pull a little closer. His cologne comes through my nostrils and the well-formed shape of his chest supports me while his hands are around me transporting me to my sweetest dreams and then, out of the nowhere before I even realize what's happening he stars humming something I can't get myself to figure out, yet I don't know if that's because I don't know the tunes or maybe because I'm too concentrated on the low growl of his voice coming out of his throat since that's all I hear.

His voice is deep and calmed, hence he manages to calm me and my frenzyness with his Whisper-like voice that's coming right into my left ear. And it's not until now that I'm actually capable of sinking in what the lyrics say.

"Still I can't let you be,
Most nights I hardly sleep.
Don't take what you don't need, from me."

I don't understand. What's that suppose to mean? I struggle for the next few seconds trying to understand. But I don't get much time to do so because his firm voice keeps on dragging more of those both sweet and confusing words to my brain.


"Just a drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me might end up together.
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert,
But I'm holding you closer than most,
'Cause you are my heaven."

Thought, I have never heard that song in my life I know this is the chorus because his voice speeds off the same as my heart as his whispers echoed in my head making me feel dizzy and completely blissful. I feel like fainting of joyness but I don't let myself fall afraid that I might wake up of this, most-surely, dream when I do.

"Misplaced trust and old friends,
Never counting regrets,
By the grace of God, I do not rest at all.
And New England as the leaves change;
The last excuse that I'll claim,
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl."

By now his voice was breaking already, he sounded desperate and helpless and it was more than obvious that he really felt these words, but, for how long? Have I been torturing him the same way he had tortured me for this past months? Could I be so blind not to notice?

I could feel him, not embracing me but filling me up with all those things I didn't even knew I was lacking of. And that was it, I lost control myself, all the tears I was holding in for the last months dropped through my cheeks, wetting my entire face with salted water. I was starting to lack oxygen so after a few minutes I couldn't help the loud sobbing leaving my reddened mouth. For the next seconds I disconnected from word, from anything, from anyone, anyone but him, the world suddenly became just the two of us standing in this empty hallway with his voice echoing that song that was a stranger to me once more. I couldn't make out whatever he was singing; all I could hear was a far humming that sounded to me like the song of the phoenix. Beautiful and charming.

Still shaking and sobbing badly with the untouched tears coming down my face I came back to earth. I supported on him more than ever, still looking straight ahead, eyes wide and watery. He kept on singing and it did sound more like a humming now, his hands around me and his head resting next to mine, needless to say I would have rather stay like that forever, but I couldn't, I knew that.

I slowly turned around, carefully making sure not to break his arms apart of me. His eyes were watery as well yet he managed to keep breathing ever clamed, how did he manage? I mean, either he was stronger than I would have expected or I was weaker than I thought. He smile halfheartly and I smiled back at him completely heartly reassuring him that it was okay. I watched deeper in his expression and I give it a notice, his eyes were expressive as I've ever seen them and I could tell, just by looking at them that he was truly scared. I had seen him happy, sad, mad, angry, foolish, I had even seen cry before, as unbelievable as it seems but never, and I repeat never have I seen Scorpius Malfoy being so scared as he was now, never so helpless and being the loner person he's used to be, I've never seen him so… needed.

I put my hands around his neck and stepped a little closer to feel his warmth and to let him know I was here, for him and forever. He takes his right hand from my waist and I pray not, but keep my mouth shut. I close my eyes too as if this caused me some physical pain I was trying to hide. So I don't see how his long fingers make their way to my chin and hold it there while his thumb whips my tears away. And let's just say I feel like heaven and his voice resounds in my brain as I recall a later part of the song "Heaven doesn't feel far away anymore, no, no" he said and I can't more than agree with that as our voices make a beautiful duet inside my head.

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Okay… so personally this chapter is far from being my favorite, actually I think is kind of crap-y at the beginning but I'd rather you tell how you liked it. However, as you might have noticed each reason is representing a scent, so obviously, the one left (taste) is going to be our last chapter, I have some ideas but I don't know yet how to do it exactly so I'm open to any suggestion you have.

Kisses. Gii3.