A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed and who continue to read this story. Please keep the reviews coming! They make me update faster and they help me know what to keep doing and what to change. You have no idea how helpful all of you are!

Also, I just want to say that many of you pointed out that you didn't really like it that Hadley came to the hospital in the last chapter. Well, that's good; you weren't meant to like it! Hadley sucks. And even though he and Rose have "made up," that doesn't mean he's less of a douche, so don't be fooled into thinking I'm pro-Hadley because I'm not, trust me. So anyway, enjoy this next present day chapter, and in the next chapter, we'll get back to the meat of the story!

Chapter rated M for language and sexual content.

Chapter 25: Present Day III

"Rose," Scorpius sighs. "I don't want to fight."

I still feel anger coursing through me, but when I look up at him, I deflate. "I don't either."

"I'm sorry," he says. "About all of it."

I regard him. "Me, too," I say.

"I didn't want this to be about all of that," he says. "I just wanted to see you."

"I know," I say. "Let's just forget it."

We finish the rest of the meal in relative silence. He pays for the check even though I just got an advance for the band's newest single and I had wanted to treat him as a welcome home dinner. I don't protest though. I don't want another fight.

We leave the restaurant and we start walking in the direction of my flat.

"You really do look beautiful," he says suddenly after we've been walking for a while.

"Thank you," I say, blushing a bit.

"I love when you blush," he says, and I look at him, and he's looking at me with heat in his eyes.

"I love when you make me blush," I whisper, remembering simpler times. But have any of our times ever really been simple? I'm not so sure.

"How's everything going with the band?" he asks after a while, changing the subject.

"Good," I nod, looking forward and walking down the street. I keep wondering if he'll take my hand, but he doesn't. "The new single is about to drop." He is one of the few people outside of the band who have actually heard it before.

"Everyone's gonna love it," he says. "It's great."

I look up at him and smile. "Thank you," I say.

"You and Albus together… People are gonna go nuts." The new song will be our only released song that Albus contributes vocals to. It took a lot of convincing from the rest of us, but he finally agreed, and the pay off was well worth it. It was supposed to be two people who had been separated from each other, and they were writing letters to each other in the first two verses, and then they finally met up in the final verse, where Al and I sang in harmony together. He and I had spent weeks working on it to get it just right, and we were both incredibly proud.

I decide to take the initiative. I look over at him and see his beautiful profile before I slip my hand in his. He looks down at our clasped hands and then squeezes as he looks up at me.

We walk together in silence, and I can feel the tension and electricity crackling between us. He's rubbing his thumb across my knuckles as we walk, and I keep looking at him, but he looks straight ahead. I feel like I can see him smirking almost, but I convince myself it's in my head.

Finally, we get to my flat, and we stop outside the steps that lead up to it.

"I'm happy you're home," I say as I turn to face him.

He smiles and reaches up to run the backs of his fingers across my cheek. "I'm happy to be home."

"I'm sorry about earlier," I say. "I think I was just trying to pick a fight."

He sighs. "You have every right to be pissed at me. I shouldn't have left the way I did." He takes a step closer. "I missed you every single day, Rose."

I smile weakly. "You have no idea."

He smiles back and just looks at me. In his eyes I can see that he's struggling with something, but I don't know what. His eyes look stormy, but I also see desire in them. I tilt my head up, offering myself to him, and with a bit of hesitation, he leans down and brushes his lips against mine.

The kiss is so sweet and innocent at first—his lips teasing mine and fluttering against mine. I can feel that he is holding back, so I reach up and sink my fingers into his hair and open my mouth against his so that our tongues can meet. He sighs and reaches out to grip my hips and pull me against him. I smile into the kiss as his tongue invades my mouth and I feel my toes curling.

It feels ridiculous, but it's almost like this is a first kiss. I feel my heart stuttering and my stomach fluttering with butterflies. It has been too long since we've kissed like this, and when he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, I groan at the loss of contact.

"I love you," I say. "Come upstairs."

He pulls back and looks at me, and then without a word of protest, he grabs my wrist and leads me up.

My hands are shaking as I try to unlock my door. I have to try several times before I'm able to do it, and then finally, he takes them from me and does it himself. As soon as we were inside, he's on me, and I can't take it. He pulls my dress over my head, and I rip his shirt open, sending the buttons flying. He smiles and leans down to kiss me again, and I reach down and fumble with the belt of his pants, unable to wait another moment longer. It's been too long, and I missed him too much. I need him right now.

He reaches up and yanks down the cups of my bra so that they're pushed up in front of him, and after looking appreciatively—making me blush—he bends to take a hardened nipple into his mouth before I'm able to yank his pants down. I moan and press my head against the door as I feel the evidence of my arousal between my legs.

"Scorpius…" I moan as he continues his assault on my breasts. He then sinks lower and looks up at me briefly before lifting on of my legs over his shoulder, yanking my panties aside, and tonguing my clit. I cry out and sink my hands into his beautiful blond hair. It's so arousing to see him on his knees in front of me like that, like he wants nothing more than to eat me inside and out until I come, screaming his name.

I'm about to climax—my whole body is trembling and I feel the tightness coiling inside me like a spring ready to burst. I whimper his name and tighten my grip in his hair, and then I almost burst into tears as he stops.

"Scorp—"

But I'm not given time to protest because not a moment later, he pulls his pants down just enough to expose his thick erection, and then he's lifting me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around him and he thrusts up and into me, making me moan loudly as I wrap my arms around his neck and he grips my arse.

"Fuck," he says as he thrusts into me. "I missed you so much."

I moan loudly in response and grind down onto him, making him groan in pleasure.

He's thrusting into me so hard and fast and deep that it's nearly painful, but I still want more. I don't want him to ever stop what he's doing. I want to remember us like this, and I want him to remember to never leave me ever again. After one particularly hard thrust, I nearly scream and I bow my head and sink my teeth into his shoulder to stop the scream that I feel building in my throat.

I hear him cursing and muttering things into my ear, but I can't hear him.

And then I'm coming, and the force of my orgasm is so violent that I think I'm going to hurt him by how much I tighten my arms and legs around him. I cry out his name, and he continues to thrust into me, still hard and unyielding, making my already powerful orgasm even more powerful as each tremor I feel is met by one of his powerful thrusts.

I come again, and I release it with a loud grunt that borders on a scream.

"Come, baby," I tell Scorpius, wanting to feel his wet heat inside me. "Come."

But instead of releasing himself inside me, he wraps his arms around my trembling body and carries me through my flat to my bedroom. He's been here so many times before, and he practically lives here when he's not at Hogwarts, so he knows his way around.

We collapse onto my bed, and he doesn't allow me any time to recuperate. With a grunt, he's thrusting into me hard and relentlessly, driving me into the mattress and making the headboard of my bed bang against the wall. I'm lucky that my father and my uncle set up permanent privacy and protection charms around my apartment so I don't have to worry about disturbing my neighbors because I know how loud we're being.

"Rose, fuck," Scorpius grinds out. He has a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face, and I can feel the light sheen of sweat on my body. He reaches down and grabs my wrists so that he can pin my arms on the side of me so that my wrists are by my ears. He's so deep—filling me so completely—that it almost hurts, but the only thing I care about is how good it feels and how I never want it to end.

And then, amazingly, I know I'm going to come again. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as I beg him to go harder and deeper, and he tells me how beautiful I am and how much he loves being inside me.

"Can you come again?" he asks me in a hoarse voice. I almost want to laugh but I can't because I'm so overcome with pleasure.

"Yes," I moan. "I'm about to."

"I'm almost there," he says. "I can't hold back anymore."

"Don't—hold—back," I say as he thrusts hard into me. "Come, baby," I tell him.

He releases one of my wrists so that he can reach between us, and then with one swipe against my clitoris, I'm coming violently, and then he explodes inside me with a loud grunt, and I moan loudly and continuously as he slowly thrusts into me, milking both our orgasms.

He rolls us over so that I'm on top of him, but he doesn't pull out. We're both panting as we come down from that incredibly intense experience. I'm like jelly on top of him, unable to use my limbs at all.

I'm so weak and exhausted from what just happened that I feel sleep pulling me down. And then with the love of my life still buried deep inside me, I bury my face into his chest and let sleep take me.

Next chapter:

"I thought I had to stay away from you. I still think I should. But I can't."