Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Rose's POV:

A door banging open, a flash of blonde hair, someone screaming, the roar of multiple people screaming back. That was all Rose could comprehend. Damn, she was smashed. She scanned the room with Jasmine at her side. Dark brooding guy in the corner, party guy in the middle of the floor, shy but cute guy just standing on the side. She considered all her options for a moment until she zeroed in on her target. This guy stood with his back to her. Blond hair, broad shoulders, cute butt. Then he turned, oh shit, Scorpius. Why did this always happen to Rose? She'll get a glimpse of a cute guy, but it always turns out to be her cousins best friend. Hey maybe one of these times she'll let it go that it's him and just have some fun, like tonight. She smiled and started to push her way through the crowd towards him. Yum, she was going to have some fun tonight. Then suddenly a hand clamped down on her arm holding her back.

"Rose, where are you going?" said a perfectly sober Jasmine.

"Umm over there to have some fun," she giggled stupidly at the prospect.

"And with who are you going to 'have some fun' with?" asked Jasmine.

"The blondie," she jerked her head in Scorpius's direction.

"The same guy we were talking about during the feast earlier?"

"Yeah."

"Rose, you really like him don't just screw things up because of a stupid party."

Rose sighed on the inside. Jasmine, why did she always have to be so logical? She seemed to know Rose's exact needs when even Rose didn't know them.

"Fine, I won't have any fun tonight," she paused, "With him at least."

"Okay Rose it's your choice just find me later when you want to go, I'm going to go sit down."

Rose walked over to one of her original choices. She decided to just go with some good natured fun and walked toward the party boy right in the thick of it. He was taller than her and had simple brown eyes and brown hair. Nothing memorable, Rose thought. She walked up to him people surrounded them moving and gyrating to the music.

"Hey," she said huskily, "Wanna dance?"

Without waiting for an answer she plastered himself to him. All parts of their bodies touched and their clothes rubbed together. She ground her pelvis into his liking the feeling of him growing hard. The boy panted in her ear and she felt her own breathing quicken.

"Let's get out of here," she muttered into his neck. They stumbled out of the room of requirement and into a broom closet down the hall. He pressed her against the side of the closet and his mouth met with hers hard. His hands felt along her waist making their way up to her breasts. Rose moaned, the boy cupped his hands on her boobs and massaged them gently. She moaned even louder. She could feel the boys arousal pushing against his pants and against her legs. Maybe her drunkenness was starting to wear off but she suddenly she was disgusted. This boy was an awful kisser his tong lolled with inexperienced in her mouth and his hands fumbled when he tried to take her bra off. She winced as his rough fingers pinched her back in another attempt to take her bra off. She pushed him away and he stumbled. She straightened herself out and left the broom closet disgusted. That boy was awful and she wondered why she went to the party to begin with.

She walked back into the party to find Jasmine. The room was crowded with people and the smell of alcohol wafted throughout. She waded through the throngs of people until she reached the couches in one corner of the room where her friend sat among a group of people drinking sodas and playing exploding snap.

Rose reached down and gripped her friend's shoulder. Jasmine looked up and smiled.

"I'm leaving," Rose said.

"Okay," Jasmine replied, "I'm going to stay a bit longer. Just to finish the game."

"Alright, I'm not going to sleep right away I want to go out on the pitch tonight."

"Sounds good, see you later."

Rose left the party room and let the silence of the hallway engulf her. She walked down the empty hallway listening her her footsteps echoing off the walls and ceiling. She walked through the passage that Albus and James had fixed up from the collapse years ago while their grandparents had been at Hogwarts.

She admired their handiwork. The dirt walls were packed tightly with stones embedded in them. Some of the stones glowed causing a blue light to issue down the corridor. They created just enough light to make Rose able to walk on the rough dirt floor.

Finally she came to the end of the passage and walked out of the Shrieking Shack. She trudged across the damp green grass towards the Quiditch pitch. The lush green grass was wet and it was chilly out causing her feet to become cold. She walked to the small shack on the side of the pitch and unlocked it with the password Headmistress McGonagall had given her. She pulled open the creaky doors and found her broom and gear.

Her gear consisted of the a broom and a golden snitch. She had bought the broom herself last summer when her parents had been gone for the weekend. She had gone out of the house and bought the Infinitus 2000. It was the newest broom at the time and the best. Rose had considered going out and buying the newer version but she had become attached to the 2000 version. She looked lovingly at the simple broom. It had a silver metal handle with cushioning and warming charms on it. The tail was a shocking bright blue and tapered off aerodynamically.

The snitch she had also bought herself the same weekend that she bought her broom. It was a training snitch made for experienced Seekers. It was clear with only a tiny tip of gold at the end of each wing. Since it was clear it made it extremely hard to find. This particular snitch also flew a lot faster than the regulation one used in games.

She had trained hard all last year making herself the best Seeker she could be and this year she planed to perfect it. She not only wanted to play the game and get on a team, she loved flying more than anything in the world, more that she could describe. There was something about it but the feeling she could almost describe. The feeling it closest to was the wind through your hair. It was refreshing, thrilling, warm and cold all at the same time. Rose's whole body trembled in excitement as she mounted her broom for the first time since last school year.

Scorpius's POV:

Scorpius stood glumly next to Albus towards the edge of the party near the door. He was not feeling it tonight. He had watched Rose dance provocatively with a 4th year Hufflepuff and then leave the party toting him at her side. It made him sad to see the fiery redhead leave the party with a such a simpleton.

"This bombs and I'm tired," Scorpius leaned over and muttered in Albus's ear, "I'm leaving and going in for the night."

"Okay," Albus said back, "I'm done drinking for the night so maybe I'll go play Exploding Snap with Jasmine."

" 'Night,"

Scorpius left the party letting the door fall shut heavily behind him. He was walking towards his dormitory when Rose walked out of a broom closet completely composed. Scorpius hurriedly tucked himself in a niche in the wall. Scorpius followed her with her eyes as she walked down the hall and ducked into the party. He sighed and slid down the wall and sat. He was surprised when the door opened again and Rose walked out. He didn't move so she would not realize his presence. She walked unassumingly down the hall and walked into a passage Scorpius knew about from Albus. It came out at the Shrieking Shack. He waited a few minutes and then entered the passage himself. He hurried along not wanting to lose Rose's trail. He came to the end and saw footprints pressed into the dewy grass. He followed them keeping an eye out for Rose. He paused near the edge of the Quiditch pitch. He saw Rose walk over to a small shack at the edge of the field where people stored their own personal equipment. Rose opened it and Scorpius squinted in order to see what she pulled out over the broad expanse of the pitch.

She was pulling out a broom. Last years model of the Infinitus. It was obviously well worn. The handle scratched from plenty of use. He looked carefully at the second thing she pulled out. Scorpius gasped quietly at the object in her hand. It was the hardest training snitch in the world. He highly doubted she could catch it seeing as it was created for professional Quiditch players to practice with.

He watched in surprise as Rose mounted the broom expertly and let the Snitch go. She flew down low lazily for a minute or two almost letting her toes drag in the damp night grass. The suddenly she rocketing upwards in a tight spiral her body molded to the broom and for a moment he thought Rose and the broom were one. She flattened out after her steep climb up into the night sky but she still kept her body plastered to the broom. Abruptly she flipped backwards and did a loop-de-loop with only one hand on her broom. Scorpius's eyes widened nervously, afraid she'd fall off, but her back arched into the spin and when she was horizontal to the ground again he saw a happy smiled on her face. He looked and saw she was still holding her broom with one hand and the other was closed tightly around a small object that could only be the Snitch. No way, Scorpius thought to himself. She had not only produced a move that he had never seen before in her life but she had caught the hardest training Snitch in the world in record time.

She was so good Scorpius could not take his eyes off her. Her red hair was mesmerizing as if flowed through the night air. Her creamy skin glowed in the moonlight. Her long limbs looked gracefully draped over the broom. The flying looked effortless even though Scorpius knew it must be taking extreme amounts of effort on Rose's part.

Scorpius watched as she caught the snitch again. She was hovering in the starry night on a silver and blue broom. She apparently caught a glimpse of the snitch because she accelerated forward then at the last minute she let go of her broom with both hands and hung upside down by her legs. One of her hands grasped the invisible Snitch and she swung back up onto her broom.

As she started descending to the ground Scorpius hurried away sad to have to stop watching. She was mesmerizing and he had never seen anyone fly like that before. He hurried through the passage and back into the castle. The halls were dark and silent. It was almost three in the morning now so the party would be over. He hurried into his common room and up the stairs and into the dormitory. He crashed onto his bed tiredly and thought about the first day of school.

He thought over Roses flying and what Albus had said to him. Now he understood why Albus wanted him to ask Rose about flying. What he could not understand was why she kept it a secret. She was so bloody amazing. He fell asleep with pictures of Rose flying in his thoughts.