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I feel it, you feel it

That this was meant to be
I know it, you know it
That you were made for me
We can't deny this any longer
Day by day it's getting stronger
I want it, you want it
It's what the people want to see

We're like Romeo and Juliet
Families can't divide us
Like the tallest mountain on the widest sea
Nothing's big enough to hide us
When we make love it's overwhelming
I just touch the heavens

You're an angel.

-Leona Lewis

Chapter 14: Boys

I was walking across the grounds carrying a book in my hand. I had finished up my schoolwork and I wanted to use the fall evening to my advantage. I wore tight jeans and a light orange sweater that clashed terribly with my hair over a tan v-neck shirt.

I was looking for a good spot by the lake when I saw the large crowd of people standing around shouting and whispering all at once. I frowned and walked up to the edge of the circle.

"What's going on?" I asked a fifth year Gryffindor I recognized. She widened her eyes when she saw me but didn't say anything. My frown deepened. "Okay…" I said slowly and rolled my eyes before I pushed my way through the crowd.

When people saw it was me pushing through, they parted fairly easily, and many of them whispered and pointed at me.

"What the fuck is everyone staring at?" I asked right before I got to the inner edge of the circle. I was looking at the members of the crowd who were gawking at me and something over my shoulder. I turned around. "Oh, goddammit," I said.

There in the middle of this thick circle of people were my brother and my cousin, beating the life out of my old boyfriend.

"Albus!" I shouted. But he couldn't hear me over the crowd of people yelling. "Albus! Hugo! STOP!" I reached forward to try to grab Hugo but he just pushed my arm away and went back to kicking Hadley in the ribs. "Holy shit." At first glance it had seemed like just three guys rolling around, but now it was looking serious. I started to feel a sliver of fear trailing up my spine. "Albus, seriously!" I called out, trying to make my voice heard above the crowd. I sucked in a huge breath. "Goddammit! ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER AND HUGO ARTHUR WEASLEY STOP THIS NOW!"

After a few more seconds the two of them stopped. Albus looked over his shoulder at me and Hugo looked up from where he was standing. Albus had a cut across his cheek that had a small trickle of blood coming out of it, and the sleeve of Hugo's shirt was ripped and his lip was swollen and bleeding a bit. Other than that the boys looked relatively unscathed.

The same could not be said for Hadley, who was slowly standing up, covered in blood, dirt, and bruises.

"What the hell are you doing?" I rolled my eyes. "Fighting like fucking muggles."

Before they could say anything, someone else was pushing through the crowd. I looked over to my right—and then down—when tiny old Flitwick emerged.

"What is happening?" he said. Then, "Oh," after he realized. He looked truly shocked. Like this was something he rarely ever saw.

"Detentions for all of you," he squeaked.

"Professor!" Hadley tried to protest, but he instead clutched his ribcage and doubled over a bit.

"You should get to the hospital wing, Mr. Underwood," Flitwick said before turning around and raising his small arms. "Clear out!" he said as loud as he could. "All of you!"

After a few groans, slowly people began to shuffle away. A few guys patted Hugo and Albus on the back. Hugo grinned at a Ravenclaw girl who gave him a coy smile before leaving with the rest of the crowd. I rolled my eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked the three of them who were still standing there.

"Your fucking family attacked me," Hadley said, trying to wipe away some blood. Albus moved forward as if to start swinging again, but I charged forward and pushed him back.

"Stop," I hissed. I looked over my shoulder. "You need to go to the hospital," I said to Hadley.

"Rose—"

"Go," I ordered. "Now."

After a look in my direction for a few seconds—an apologetic look that meant nothing to me—Hadley turned and limped his way back up to the castle.

I backed up and looked squarely at Hugo and Albus with my hands on my hips.

"Well?" I said.

Hugo shrugged, wiping his lip. "I don't care, Rose," he said. "Albus told me what he did—"

"You told him!"

"Of course I fucking told him," Albus said with an angry scowl on his face. "He deserved to know."

"I told you that in confidence—"

"He's off the team, Rose," Hugo said.

"Hugo—"

"I'm serious," he snapped. "I don't want any guy like that on my team."

"Well you can't just kick him off the team for no reason—"

"NO REASON—"

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?"

"—and I'm not telling anyone what happened so McGonagall won't let you do it."

"I'm the captain, she'll let me do what I want."

He had a point. "Hugo, please. Don't make this more humiliating for me."

He clenched his jaw and Albus swung his fist through the air angrily before turning his back to us and cursing.

"I can take care of myself," I said.

"Apparently not," Hugo shot back. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he sighed. "At least tell me you're through with this guy. Please."

"I am," I said quickly. "It's over."

"Does he know that?" Hugo asked.

"I'll talk to him."

"I don't want you anywhere near him!" Albus shouted, turning around.

"Agreed," Hugo said firmly.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shut up, both of you. I can deal with him. Just… No more fighting, idiots." I turned to go, leaving the two scuffed up boys in my wake, but then I got a feeling. A warm, fuzzy feeling. How dare those idiots make me feel good about the fact that they can't use their words so they use their fists like muggles. How dare they make me get the warm fuzzies. Ugh. I turned back to them. "Thank you," I said. "I love you both, I guess." Hugo grinned, Albus smirked, and I just rolled my eyes and walked away.

Boys.

The next morning, Albus and I had double potions. I was wriggling with excitement to see Scorpius. I was so antsy and fidgety that Albus had to grab my arm halfway to the dungeons.

"Get a grip, Weasley."

When we sat down, Scorpius wasn't sitting at his desk at the front of the classroom like he normally did. I rolled my eyes. I knew it was because of me. He didn't want to risk giving me eyes for everyone to see before class started. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to hide his feelings. I grinned to myself and Albus kicked me under the table.

About a minute after we got into the room, Hadley came sauntering in with his group of Gryffindors. He was looking awfully confident for a man with his arm in a sling, a black eye, and bruises all over his face and body. I also noticed that he winced when he sat down. I felt Albus tense beside me.

"Cool it, Potter," I said in a warning tone.

A few minutes later, Scorpius came striding in to begin class. As always, he looked heavenly. His hair was swept to one side and his gray eyes were bright. He was in a terrific mood. It was almost alarming. I thought maybe it had to do with our encounter on Saturday morning, but surely he wasn't that happy because of a snogging session—albeit a rather intense snogging session—that had happened three days ago. I frowned.

"What's up with Malfoy?" Albus whispered to me.

"No idea. He—"

"Mr. Potter!" Malfoy called out, jolting us both.

"Sorry, professor," Albus said. "I was just… er… explaining something to Rose."

Malfoy looked pleased. "Very good, Mr. Potter." He nodded slowly. "Ten points to Slytherin."

A confused and shocked frown settled onto my face. Albus just looked over at me and shrugged, equally bemused.

Malfoy was explaining something complicated. He was explaining about chemical reactions and mixing potions and experimentation, but I was hardly listening. I was just watching him. Pacing across the front of the classroom confidently—gesturing toward the board, calling on students—completely in his element. I sat with my elbow on the desk and my chin in my hand, dazed. He was so bloody sexy the way he walked and talked, never rushing, always deliberate. I shivered. My mind wandered. For probably the hundredth time since Saturday morning, I started to imagine what would have happened if I'd stayed. What we would have done if he had just let me skip practice. I imagined him removing my shirt, slowly, deliberately, like the way he spoke to us. I imagined him sliding my pants off with purpose but with passion, like the way he taught his students. I imagined his hands trailing up, his fingers hooking into the straps of my bra. His chest—

"Mr. Potter," Malfoy called out again. I jumped.

Albus looked up. He'd been doodling on the corner of the otherwise blank parchment on which he was supposed to be taking notes.

"What is this?" He was holding up a small plant.

Everyone in the class seemed to be confused. Was it a trick question? I narrowed my eyes at Malfoy.

"Er…" Albus paused. "Dandelion root?"

"Correct! Five points to Slytherin."

I gaped at Malfoy's back as he turned and started writing on the board again.

A bit later, Albus had actually started taking notes and he raised his hand slowly. Malfoy seemed giddy to call on him.

"Yes! Mr. Potter, yes!"

Albus was caught off guard.

"Er, sorry, Professor, I was just wondering if you could repeat that last bit," he said slowly, trying to gauge Malfoy's reaction. He generally didn't like repeating himself.

"Oh, right, right, sorry, I was speaking a bit quickly and this is quite a confusing topic." He repeated the last thing he'd said. "Make sense, Potter?" Albus nodded.

"Thanks, professor."

"Oh, my pleasure," Malfoy said with a broad smile. "Fifteen points to Slytherin for being brave enough to help out your fellow students."

My jaw nearly hit the floor.

The rest of the class played out similarly to this. Albus would ask a question or Malfoy would call on him, and Malfoy would award him points for anything he said or did. Everyone in the class seemed too confused to comment. He didn't do it with anyone else. He awarded no other points to any other students for answering his questions or asking questions of their own. But he smiled at them and answered happily. He brushed it off if someone was obviously not paying attention and couldn't answer, but he seemed to be rewarding Albus for even the simplest things. It wasn't until almost near the end of class when I realized what was going on.

I was taking notes about something Malfoy had said about the magical properties of figs when I heard a quill drop in Hadley's direction. Malfoy's head snapped over to him when Hadley moved to bend and pick it up.

"Mr. Underwood, what are you doing?" Malfoy said sharply.

"I—" He looked confused. "I dropped—"

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for disrupting my class."

That was when I understood.

Boys.

As soon as class was over, I nodded toward the door to tell Albus to go on without me. He arched an eyebrow.

"Shut up," I whispered before he smirked and left the classroom with Lucy.

As the last people trickled out, I noticed that Malfoy was gathering the papers on his desk much more slowly than he usually did. I left my bag sitting on the floor next to my table and walked up to the railing that separated his desk from the rest of the classroom.

"I know what you were doing," I said, bracing my hands on the railing and leaning forward.

"Oh?" he said, without looking up.

"I'm not an idiot," I said. "Asking him to identify dandelion root? Something a first year could do?" I lowered my voice. "You're so obvious."

"Hmm," Malfoy said, reaching for his quill and jotting something down on one of his loose papers.

"Who told you that Albus and Hugo beat up Hadley?"

Malfoy smiled, still not looking up at me. He shrugged. "Teachers talk."

I decided to change tactics.

"I enjoyed class today," I said, trying to make my voice sound seductive and hoping it worked.

"You did?" Malfoy asked casually. Why won't he look at me!

"Yes." I moved my hands up so I could take my robe off. It fell in a pool at my feet. I could see him staring at a point on his desk, trying not to look at me but having been successfully distracted. "It's easy to enjoy this class," I said as I began unbuttoning my white shirt. I pulled it out of my skirt and pulled it off my shoulders before I let it drop on top of my robe. "When the professor is so sexy."

Malfoy's head snapped up and he looked at me right as my hands found the clasp of my bra. Instead of unhooking it, I dropped my arms and smiled.

"Seems I've got your attention now."

"You always have my attention," he responded huskily. His voice sent a chill ripping across my skin. He picked up his wand and pointed it at the door of the classroom before throwing it down and walking swiftly around his desk and down the platform until he was to me. He hauled me in his arms, pulling me against his chest as he wrapped his arms around me, trapping my own arms behind my back. His face was inches from mine.

I tipped my head back so I could look at him better. My breath caught in my throat for a moment before I could speak. "You rewarded Albus for beating up Hadley," I finally managed to say.

"You're damn right I did."

"I think McGonagall might frown upon that," I said breathily. He was just so close. My eyes fluttered.

Scorpius chuckled. A low, sexy sound. "I think she might also frown on this," he said right before capturing my mouth with his own.

His tongue invaded quickly, making me feel weak as his kisses got deeper and deeper, making me surrender. I tried to free my hands, but his arms were wrapped too tightly around me and I couldn't. Kissing him, being with him like this, there was no feeling like this. It was almost better than flying. It was almost better than music.

I whimpered as his mouth left mine and went down to my neck. He was biting and sucking—sending little lances of pleasure and pain right to my core. I moaned.

"Scorpius…"

At the sound of his name, he growled, bent over and gripped the back of my thighs so he could lift my legs up and around his waist. I made a small noise as my mouth fell open from the mild shock, and I was finally able to wrap my arms around his neck. I kissed him hard as he carried me into his office. He kicked the door open and then subsequently kicked it shut when we were inside. He pressed me up against the door, and that was when I became aware that my skirt was bunched up around my hips and the only thing separating me from him was a pair of small, purple lace underwear. But even that fabric was too much.

I tipped my head back as his mouth went to my jaw and he began to trail small kisses and nips along it.

"You drive me crazy," he breathed into my ear. I sighed and moved so I could push my hips against his. He groaned and bit my earlobe. I bit my lip and pulled him closer, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck.

Then, I tightened my legs around his waist and he turned us around. I made a small noise of surprise when he dipped me down and my back hit a hard, flat surface. He bent over me, kissing me, his pelvis making small movements against mine.

I sighed his name again as I reached down to pull his shirt out of his trousers and up, up, over his head. As soon as it was tossed to the side, I raked my nails down his chest and he groaned.

I needed more. I was breathing so heavily and so erratically and I could feel this intense need—this unbelievable pressure—building up inside me and I knew that the only way to relieve it would be to get rid of the stupid, ridiculous, intrusive clothing that was separating us.

I reached down and began to fumble with his belt buckle. He grabbed my wrist to still my movements. I pulled my mouth away from his so I could look at him.

"What?" I said, my breathing heavy.

"We can't—"

"Can't what?" I interrupted. I moved my other hand so I was cupping him through his trousers. "You want to."

"Of course I do," he growled.

"Then come on," I pleaded, trying to free my other wrist.

"You—I can't. You're a…"

"Who cares?" I said, knowing what he was going to say. "I don't care. I want you. Please."

"Rose…" he groaned. The grip on my wrist loosened a bit and I took the opportunity to yank it free. I fumbled with his belt until it was hanging open and I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his fly and my hands were there, gripping him. "Christ," he moaned.

"I know you want this," I said as I began to stroke. I felt bold, powerful, holding him in my hands like this. He was heavy in my hands and I could feel the blood pulsing as I gripped him.

He braced his hands on either side of me as I continued to stroke. Slowly. "You're a virgin," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Can't stay one forever," I whispered, picking up the pace. "Scorpius..."

"Rose… I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. I'm okay with just kissing you."

I arched an eyebrow. "Are you?" I said, gripping him a bit harder. He keened, and I bit my lip, trying to fight a moan. That was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

I didn't know what had gotten into me. I didn't know if it was the tension that had been building between us since we'd met or if it had to do with our previous encounter, but I wanted this. I wanted him.

It had never been like this with Hadley. I had never felt so much desire, the need to do something—to have something and to have it right then. It had almost always been forced with Hadley. If he wanted me to touch him, he would guide my hand into his pants. If he wanted to touch me, he could move his hand into my pants or under my skirt and do it. That was as far as it had ever gotten, much to his frustration. He had just never given me that feeling—this feeling I had deep down inside with Scorpius. He had never put me on such an edge, pulled me so tightly, that if he didn't touch me soon, I would scream. He had never made me see stars with a simple caress. He never had me trembling and writhing with need and pleasure.

This was like nothing else.

This was Scorpius.

"You don't have to do this," Scorpius said. The veins in his neck were bulging and as he hovered over me, his length in my hands, he looked like it was taking every ounce of his power to maintain his control.

"I want to," I whispered. I wanted to more than anything I had ever wanted in the entire world.

He looked at me. His eyes were like silver lava. I sighed.

Then, he reached down and pulled my hand out of his pants. The disappointment I felt was like no feeling I had ever felt before. I felt tears sting the corners of my eyes. This was humiliating.

But as soon as the humiliation was there, it was gone, because the most amazing feeling in the world lanced through me, and I sat up on my elbows as his finger slowly circled inside me. He was looking at me with so much heat in his eyes that I swore they were going to burst into flame.

Then he slipped another finger inside me, I moaned and tilted my head back, moving my hips so that I could meet his fingers. I heard him groan, and then I collapsed onto my back, reaching my arms above my head and gripping the other end of his desk. Then I felt this strange sensation. He had curled his fingers up when he'd pulled outward and pleasure shot through me, making me jerk up onto my elbows again. My skin was singing with pleasure, and then his thumb flicked at a sensitive area, and I cried out.

"Fuck, Rose," he said, watching me. "I don't…" He moved forward and rested his head against mine as he continued to move his fingers in and out slowly while his thumb made circles on that sensitive spot.

"I want you, Scorpius," I breathed, panting. "Please." My breath was coming out so hard, but not as hard as his. I could see that his control was slipping. I reached up and gripped the back of his neck. "I want this." If he stopped now, I would die.

"If…" He was breathing so heavily. "If you want to stop at any time, you'll say?" I nodded. "Promise?" I nodded again, but he shook his head. "I need you to say it."

I sighed. It was hard to talk when his fingers were inside me. As if he sensed that, he slipped them out and I groaned in disappointment. "No…" I whimpered.

He smiled. "Just tell me what I need to hear," he said, his breathing getting under control a bit.

"If I want you to stop, I'll tell you. I promise," I said. Then I pulled back a bit so I could look at him. "Now, please, just… I want you. Now."

He looked at me for a long, hard moment, his eyes dark and searching. Then I caressed him over his pants and he snapped. Things started happening quickly then.

"Dammit," he said as he yanked my underwear to the side and I tugged his pants down at the same time so that he sprung free and I wasn't nervous. He was of considerable size and I had never done this before, but I didn't care. All I could think about was getting that pleasure I'd felt briefly while his fingers had been inside me. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted to breathe in that moment, and suddenly he was there, pushing slowly in. He was about halfway there when I reached my hands down and put them on his behind and pushed him forward the rest of the way. I arched my back and he groaned, leaning down and putting his head in the crook of my neck.

It felt strange. It didn't hurt as much as Lucy and Meg had talked about it hurting. Mostly it felt good and I wanted him to move. I was trembling with need, the pleasure pulled tight inside me like the strings of my ukulele. He was breathing heavily into my neck and I was pulsing around him and I tilted my pelvis up a bit, trying to will him.

"Stop it," he growled. "I'm trying to be gentle."

"Just move," I urged in a breathy whisper. He complied and began to slowly thrust. In. Out. In. Out. I tightened my legs around his waist and relaxed so he could fill me all the way. I whimpered, he moaned a curse, and I asked him for more. Gradually, he picked up the pace of his thrusts. I put my arms above my head and he moved so that he could brace himself above me. My eyes were shut tight as I tried to absorb all the feelings—the minor discomfort, the unfamiliarity, but most of all, the extreme, earth shattering pleasure of it all. I arched and moaned loudly, and that encouraged him to move faster. Finally.

I opened my eyes and he was studying me intently. The intensity in his eyes alarmed me and I gasped. He kept moving, and then suddenly he put his hands on my hips, leaned back, and pulled me to the edge of the desk so that we were at a ninety-degree angle. He pushed. Harder. Faster. Deeper. I cried out, not withholding any of the sounds that wanted to escape. I was hardly coherent—unable to focus on anything except for Scorpius moving inside me, making me feel like I had never felt before, making me shiver and buck against him, just wanting some way to relieve the pressure.

I never really believed in God with a capital G or anything. I think Hermione did, and Ron sort of always went with what she believed in. But in that moment, with Scorpius, I was thanking God that I had waited—that I hadn't let Hadley pressure me. And I was thanking God that this felt so good, and I was begging God, asking him or her or whoever to urge Scorpius for more. I wanted God to know how good this felt and that I was thanking him for it.

And then everything exploded around my eyes. I saw fireworks and my legs stiffened and I was crying out loudly and continuously, calling Scorpius's name, moaning more, wanting this feeling to never ever end.

It wasn't until I came down that I realized Scorpius was still moving. I opened my eyes and saw this his eyes were screwed shut tight in concentration and his mouth formed a loose "O" of pleasure. I reached up and put my hands on the side of his face and his eyes flew open and he bent down to kiss me hard. Then he leaned up, and I went with him, sitting up on the desk, holding onto him for dear life as he went in, out. It amazed me that I even had any ability left to control my actions.

"Again," he growled. For some reason, even though my brain was mush, I knew what he meant. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and moved my pelvis to meet his and I was moaning continuously and so loudly—too loudly, maybe—and then I felt it again. The quickening, the trembling, the aching feeling that meant I was on the verge, and Scorpius was breathing so loudly in my ear, cursing occasionally, and his hot breath was making me shiver, and I was soaring.

I wrapped my arms tighter around my neck, crying out, coming again, riding the wave as he pushed on. Shaking violently with the force of what had just happened—twice—and he finally released himself inside me with a shout, collapsing a moment later so that we fell back and he was pressed against me on the desk.

We stayed like that for an eternity, catching our breaths and holding each other.

Finally, with a small grunt, Scorpius leaned up and pulled out of me. He buckled up his trousers, and took a step back. He sighed and smiled. His shirt was still off and I got a good chance to admire his chest and torso.

"God, you're sexy," I said quietly. He smirked.

"You aren't half bad, either," he said. Then he turned a bit serious as he pulled his chair around and sat down, facing me. "You okay?"

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes. I pushed my skirt down and sat up. I ignored the small shooting pain I felt when I did so.

"Pain?" he said tentatively. "I don't know… regret?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, idiot," I said.

He smiled. "Just checking." He was watching me, and I felt like I needed to say something. I knew I had to say something to make this moment feel real because in that moment, I wasn't even sure if all of that had just happened. I'd just had sex with Malfoy. He was sitting there on his chair, facing me, watching me while I sat on the edge of his desk in my bra and my school skirt. I looked at him, and his chest looked incredible and I wanted to touch him. And amazingly, I realized I wanted him again. And again. Even though I was exhausted and he'd taken me to the edge twice, I wanted more.

I looked up at him and saw that he was staring at me. Heat pooled low in my stomach.

"Did you enjoy it?" he asked me huskily.

I nodded and bit the corner of my lip.

"Everything you thought your first time would be?" he said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you making a joke about the fact that you just took my virginity?"

His smirk slipped and he frowned.

I shook my head. "I'm joking," I said.

He looked at me, and his gray eyes were so entrancing that I almost didn't hear what he said.

"But you did like it?"

I looked at him, shaking myself out of the trance in which he so often put me. "I loved it," I breathed. "It was perfect." His breath hitched, and I smiled. "In fact," I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. His eyes widened very slightly. "I was wondering why you buttoned up your pants." I grinned. "I want to go again."

Next chapter:

"You always have to be so fucking honest! Just—why can't you just say 'I missed you. I—I wanted to come back to you every second. I love you.' Why can't you just say that?"