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Chapter 26: What Just Happened?

My mother was smiling. For the past few days I had been afraid that I would never see my mother smile again, but she had been smiling for past few hours and she was showing no signs of letting up.

My father was telling jokes, making everybody laugh. The color had returned to his skin, and he was sitting up. He still seemed a bit weak—my mother had had to feed him food earlier that he could hardly keep down, and sometimes when he laughed I saw him wince—but other than that, his health was returning to normal and he was no longer dying.

Uncle Harry seemed wary. He was smiling and laughing with the rest of us, but he caught every weak movement, every wince, every pained expression that my father made, and he tensed up each time. I noticed both of them but I said nothing. I was cautiously optimistic, and Uncle Harry seemed to be, too. I thought he was just probably still reeling from everything that had happened over the last 48 hours.

The healers had no explanation. My father had woken up, and all traces of the curse seemed to be gone from his system. One healer had said that the only explanation was the magic in all of us—his family. By all of us loving him and wishing for him to get better, somehow our magic must have transferred to him and killed the curse. Harry had accepted that explanation and hadn't required much more. My mother didn't require much more explanation either, while my grandparents wouldn't shut up with their questions. When I asked Uncle Harry why he didn't want to know more—why he just accepted this explanation—he had just shrugged and said he knew more than anybody about the power of the magic in love.

Gram, Grandad, and Charlie had finally arrived. It had taken an hour for Gram to stop crying. She felt so guilty about not being there for my father even though he assured her he was fine, and she didn't have to worry. My mother just kept smiling and staring at him as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Hugo had much the same mindset as Uncle Harry. He seemed tired and wary and as if he wasn't quite ready to celebrate, but it hadn't taken long before Uncle George had started lining the room with decorations for the celebration of my father's renewed life. He created a sparkling banner that read: RON WEASLEY IS NOT DEAD. It made my mom laugh hysterically while Gram had dissolved into tears.

"That was a close call, wasn't it?" my father was saying to Uncle Harry. Everyone had broken off into groups and were talking amongst themselves, but me, mom, dad, Harry, Albus, and Hugo were all sitting around dad's bed talking to him. Me and Al were sitting on two chairs on my dad's right, while Hugo sat opposite us, Harry stood at the foot of the bed, and my mother sat on the bed next to my father with her feet curled under her.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "Too close."

Dad chuckled. "Okay, I'll admit you were right."

"You're damn right you'll admit it."

"No more missions like that for a long time," my mother said sternly, although she was still smiling.

He shrugged. "You heard my wife, boss," he said to Harry.

Harry shook his head. "Don't give me that look," he said, apparently catching something that none of the rest of us had. "You aren't going on any missions for a while. Desk work for you."

My father pouted and turned to Hugo and me. "I'm surprised old McGonagall let you out of school even for me."

I rolled my eyes. "She's not heartless, Ron."

He laughed. "I almost died and you still can't call me 'dad.'" I just shrugged with a smile.

"How's Quidditch going, son?" he asked Hugo after shaking his head at me. I looked at Hugo.

"You haven't told them?"

He shrugged. "I thought you would."

"What is it?" my mom asked.

I shrugged. "Hugo made me seeker."

My mom gasped in surprise and my father looked so proud I thought his chest would explode.

"Oh, Rose, that's wonderful, why didn't you say anything?"

"Looks like you're following in your uncle's footsteps," Harry piped up. "Congratulations, Cheeks."

"You better watch out, Al," my father said.

Al scoffed. "They don't stand a chance against Slytherin."

"Shut up," I said, turning to him and shoving his shoulder good-naturedly.

"Rose," my mother said with a slight tilt of her head and a soft expression. I looked at her. "Harry told me that Hadley came by."

I shot my uncle a look and he shrugged apologetically. "Yeah," I said, turning to my mother.

"Are you two…?"

"No," I said quickly. "No it's not like that."

I could feel both Hugo and Albus looking at me, but I refused to look at them.

"Well, I'm glad," Ron said. "I never had a good feeling about that boy." My parents didn't know why exactly Hadley and I had broken up, but they knew how miserable I had been after. Especially since my father had had to come carry me out of the Hog's Head the night I found Hadley and Meg.

"Hadley was always nice," Hermione said, looking at me sadly. "But if there's another boy…"

"There's no other boy, Hermione," I said, and I could feel Albus's eyes burning into me. "Just me." My mother shrugged and turned back to my father, and when no one was looking, I looked up at Albus and shot him a wide-eyed glare, making him smirk.

"What about you and Lysander?" my mum said, looking up at Albus after a moment. The tips of Albus's ears turned pink, and I saw Uncle Harry tense. He and I were both in the same camp. We knew Lysander was no good for Albus and that he deserved better. There were countless times when me and Uncle Harry had sat in the corner together, silently seething while we watched Al and Ly together at some kind of family function.

"What does he seem in him?"

"Hell if I know."

Those were the conversations he and I would have constantly about the situation. Albus knew his father didn't approve, but that had never stopped him, despite the closeness of the father and son.

"No, we're over," Al said sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

"We've heard that before," dad said with a small grin. He had a soft spot in his heart for the Scamander brothers.

"It's like I always say, anyone who can put up with old Loony Lovegood for a mother and turn out even mildly normal must be all right."

He always said that with a fond smile on his face as if he was remembering days of old. No matter what he said about "old Loony Lovegood," I knew he secretly adored my Aunt Luna.

"Really this time," Al said with a nod. "I… I like someone else." He glanced up at me briefly and my eyebrows shot up. I had been convinced he wouldn't tell anyone about Fergie because he wasn't serious about him. I was so happy that I was wrong.

"Who, son?" Harry asked. I could tell he was trying to suppress his glee. He despised Lysander.

"Fergie."

"FERGUS BOSSENEN!" Hermione exclaimed, shooting up from where she was sitting, making my father wince a bit as he smiled at her. "I didn't know he was gay. Oh, he's so handsome."

"You didn't tell me you liked him," Harry said, looking alarmed. "When he came over this summer we left you alone in the house all weekend when we took Lily to visit James."

Albus blushed. "Nothing happened—CAN WE CHANGE THE SUBJECT."

Me, Hugo, and Dad burst out laughing, while Harry still looked alarmed and confused, and my mother continued to reel about Fergie being gay.

"I can't believe he's gay," she said quietly to herself.

"Should I be jealous?" dad said, laughing.

She slapped his shoulder and he laughed harder. "Oh, shut up, Ronald. I just thought… Well, he and Rose…"

"Hermione!" I said, gaping. "Stop."

"Good lord, woman," my father said, shaking his head.

"What?" she said, feigning innocence. "It was just a thought!"

Albus was smirking at me, so I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, he's gay, and he and Albus are dating."

"Dating?"

"Oh, Al! That's marvelous!"

Al buried his face in his hands as Harry and Hermione both rounded on him.

"You're dead," Al said quietly to me before starting to answer the barrage of questions that my uncle and mother started throwing his way. I grinned happily.

He opened the door slowly at first, clearly startled by my persistent banging. He rubbed his eyes, and I tried not to look at his bare torso and chest when he stood in front of me in just a pair of long pants.

"Rose?"

"Hi," I breathed. I was out of breath from running from Gryffindor Tower all the way here. My mother had apparated us back after we got a chance to say goodbye to our father. He told us he would come see us soon, and I made him promise he would before I let my mother take us away.

She'd apparated us back to Gryffindor and kissed us goodnight in the common room, telling us how happy she was and how much she loved us. I could tell she didn't want to leave us after everything that had happened, but eventually, reluctantly, she did. As soon as I was able, I rushed from the room, desperate to see Malfoy. I didn't care if he wouldn't let me in. I just wanted to see him. After the whirlwind of emotions I'd experienced in the last few days, I just needed to see the guy who drove me absolutely crazy.

"I thought you were at the hospital," he said groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"My father woke up," I said.

His eyes widened, and he seemed to wake up a bit. "Rose, that's great."

I took a deep breath—needing to say what I came to say before he made me go. "After he woke up, all I could think about… was seeing you."

"Rose."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I know you want nothing to do with me, and I know you think I'm awful, but I can't… I want you so much. I didn't even know I could want something this badly. I want you to hold me and kiss me and… I want you inside me. I can't… I don't think I can go much longer without you. I don't know if I'll be able to hold on. And if these past few days have taught me anything it's that life is short, and everything is… fucking fleeting, and I…"

Scorpius's eyes were wide and searching as I spoke. He kept clenching and unclenching his fists as if he was trying to restrain himself. From what, I didn't know.

"Scorpius…?"

"Fuck," he said with exasperation and anxiety before reaching down and grabbing my wrist and pulling me inside.

As soon as the door was shut behind me, I was pressed against it, and Scorpius was all over me. His mouth found mine, and our tongues and lips slid against each other as he gripped my hips to try and yank them closer.

I was desperate for him. I wanted him like I had never wanted anything or anyone before in my life. I sank my hands into his hair and gripped him hard as his tongue rolled over mine expertly, making me whimper. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to stop the ache that had resurfaced with a vengeance—the ache that had been there for days—but I couldn't because his knee came up in between my legs and pushed against me through my jeans, making me writhe against him.

"Rose," he said as I gasped and broke the kiss. He moved his mouth to my neck and I could feel his hot breath there, driving me mad, while his hands roamed all over my body. He was touching me like he was trying to prove I was there. His hands were everywhere—my thighs, my hips, my waist, my arms—and I tipped my head back against the door, loving the feeling of his hands on me. "God, I want you," Scorpius said against my neck as his hand went up to grip my breast.

I groaned and arched into his hand, and then shifted my legs so I could wrap one around him. Taking that as his cue, Scorpius then lifted me up against the door so I could wrap both legs around him. I felt his hard length pressing against my seam through my jeans and I ground down on him, desperate for friction.

"You want me, too," Scorpius said, nipping along my jawline, his warm hands sliding up under my shirt.

"I need you," I breathed, shivering at his touch.

Then he pulled back so that he could look in my eyes. There was something in his eyes—something hungry and passionate—and they were dilated so much that the black nearly took over the gray. He was so hard against me, and I was desperate to have him inside—to have him complete me the way he had last weekend. When I spoke, my voice didn't even sound like my own.

"Fuck me," I said hoarsely.

His eyes widened. "Rose."

"Scorpius, please." I pushed my hips against him again, and he groaned and buried his head into my neck. My hands in his hair tightened and I pulled him up to look at me. "I need you so much." He looked at me, his gray eyes piercing my blue ones, and then his hands moved down to my arse so he could grip me there, and then he moved me away from the door and, without taking his eyes off mine, moved us across the room and onto his bed.

And I did need him—I wasn't just saying that to get him where I wanted him. Over the last few days while I was watching my father waste away, all I could think about was how much I wanted Scorpius—how much I needed his smile and his laugh and his kiss to make me feel better. And before I had known about my father… I remember the desperation I felt when I realized I had lost the guy who I thought might just be my soul mate.

He was hovering over me, watching me, his chest glowing in the moonlight as he braced himself above me with his hands on either side of my shoulders. My knees were bent up and he was resting between them so that I could still feel him, obviously wanting me as much as I wanted him. I reached up to run my hands along his firm pecs, unable to keep my hands to myself. I then dragged my nails down, and he hissed and thrust against me, making me groan and arch.

"Again," he ordered with heat in his eyes, making me squirm under his gaze. I looked at him and raked my nails down his chest again, this time doing it a little harder, making him thrust even harder against me.

Without taking his eyes off mine, he reached down and gripped the hem of my shirt and I sat up a bit to help him pull it off. He then reached behind me and unclasped my bra, pulling it off me before I fell onto my back again. My chest was heaving, and he was still braced above me, his eyes piercing mine so intensely that I almost wanted to look away. What was going on inside his beautiful head? I wanted—needed—to know. But before I could find out, he dipped his head and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and arched into him, and wrapped my bent legs around his waist, squeezing him against me.

His mouth felt impossibly good on me. It was wet and wanting, and his tongue swirled around while occasionally flicking at my nipple, making my clit throb with need. I threw my hands above my head and gripped the wooden bars of his headboard, rolling my body into his. I moaned his name, and as if he knew what I wanted, he moved his mouth to my other nipple and slipped his hand into my jeans and groaned in approval when he saw that I was already wet.

He slipped a finger inside and I moaned his name again, rolling my hips into his hand to encourage him to give me more. I was so desperate for his touch. I hadn't even gone a week without it, but I craved it. I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe.

He swirled his finger around, feeling me as he brushed against my sensitive walls. I bit my lip to try and withhold a whimper.

"Don't hold back," he said hoarsely as he slipped another finger inside and shifted his hand so his palm brushed against my clit as he moved his fingers in and out. "I missed hearing you say my name," he said as he picked up the pace of his fingers, making me moan and shift my hips, always wanting more with him. "I missed you like this—under me. You want me so bad."

"Yes."

"I love the way you respond to my touch." His husky voice was doing things to me. Things I couldn't even explain. It always did. It was so low and sexy and perfect and it melted over me and sent shivers through me. It was soft like he was trying to soothe me into an orgasm, but firm like he was commanding every muscle in my body to do what he wanted. It was such a contradiction. Just like him. "The way you move into it like you have to have more."

"I do," I moaned. "I always need more."

"I know, baby," he said, his fingers curling and hitting that spot inside me that only he had ever found, making me moan loudly and arch off the bed. God, this feeling. I craved it, I needed it, and I never even knew what it was until him. His fingers sped up, hitting that spot again and again as his palm brushed against my clit. I was moaning continuously and loudly, not caring, and my hands were gripping his headboard so tightly that they started to tingle from the force of my grip.

And then stars exploded around my eyes, and I made a sound that was between a loud grunt and a moan and a sob as I soared with my orgasm. I deflated against the bed and loosened my grip on the headboard, but my reprieve didn't last long because Scorpius bent up on his knees so he could pull my jeans off. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip as I watched him, his arms flexing as he yanked them off and tossed them aside. He then bent forward and hooked his fingers into my underwear, and he watched me as he pulled them down slowly. When they were off, I bent my knees and tried to clasp my legs shut and relieve the tension there. I had just orgasmed, but already that dull ache had returned that required his presence between my legs before it would ever be relieved.

He smirked and leaned forward to pull my legs apart, and they fell open without resistance—without shame, making me flush—and then his head was there, and I nearly lost it. Seeing him there always drove me mad—his sexy blonde hair buried in a forbidden place, pleasing and teasing me in a way that only he knew how. I reached down and sank my fingers into his hair as he swirled his tongue around my clit before circling my entrance and darting his tongue inside me. I moaned his name and tightened my grip on his hair, making him growl his approval.

It was too much. It felt too good and I knew that my orgasm was going to be too much. I tried to clamp my legs together to get some relief, but he growled again and brought his hands up to my knees to pull my legs apart, exposing me to him even more and making me even more sensitive to his touches.

"Scorpius," I moaned. "Please, Scorp…" I didn't know what I was begging him for. For more? Or to stop torturing me with his tongue? My head was thrashing from side to side as his tongue continued it's assault, and my hands left his hair and I spread them out to the sides, gripping the sheets of his bed as I shamelessly rolled my hips toward Scorpius's face. "Yes," I moaned. "Fuck. Yes. Ah…" I was so close, and my legs were quivering and I was moaning so loudly, but I couldn't stop myself.

Then he released his grip on one of my knees, and he slipped one finger inside as his mouth attached to my clit and he sucked hard as he pumped his finger. I tensed and cried out, and the orgasm was on my so suddenly—my breath caught in my throat and I arched into his mouth as I called out his name. He continued to suck and pump his finger, extending my orgasm as I let out short, shuddering, breathy whimpers, my stomach heaving as I did so.

When he finally stopped, I relaxed into the bed and he brought his head up, his eyes boring into mine. He then wiped his mouth, and it was the sexiest gesture I had ever seen. Heat flooded my already heated face, and he smiled sensually, making my core clench with desire. It was unbelievable that he could make me feel like this after making me come twice in such a short time.

"I love making you come," he said. My face heated further. It always made me blush when he said things like that, even though it turned me on wildly. "And I love making you blush." I bit my lip and tried to close my legs again, but he just shook his head and tsk'd at me as he gripped my knees and pulled them open. "I'm not done making you come," he growled. "You made me go too long without it."

"It wasn't my choice," I breathed in a high-pitched voice as he leaned up and slipped his pajama pants off. I tried not to moan at the sight of his erection springing out. It was so big and hard, and it was such a satisfying sign that Malfoy wanted me. "You wouldn't have me."

He looked at me as he moved up and over me. I saw a dark look pass over his beautiful features, but then he just smirked. "You were bad," he said huskily. "I had to punish you."

I arched an eyebrow. "By depriving me of this?" I said as I reached down to grip his cock with both of my hands. He hissed and bowed his head, and I smirked. See, two could play that game.

Scorpius brought his head up and when he looked at me, his eyes were blazing. "Did it work?" he asked in a strained voice. I could tell he was hardly holding onto his control. I grinned. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"I don't think so," I breathed. "I think you should show me what I missed."

He smiled at me, making my heart flutter madly, before reaching down and grabbing my wrists, pinning them above my head with one of his hands before sinking into me. I released a whimper and lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist. He hissed and stilled inside me after he slid all the way inside. I could feel every inch of him as he filled me so completely. I was so wet from both orgasms he'd given me, but the stretching still produced some very mild discomfort. I didn't care, though, because it felt too good to be worried about how full he made me. I could feel him pulsing inside me, and I clenched around him, making him groan.

"Scorpius," I moaned, desperate. "Move."

"Hold on, baby," he said through clenched teeth. He closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds before looking back at me, and I saw what little control he was holding onto slip from his eyes. Yes. I tried to move my hips, but he reached one hand down and stilled my hips with a firm grip.

"Scorpius."

"You're so fucking tight," he growled. My stomach fluttered with need. "If you don't give me a second I'll come."

"Then come," I said breathily as I started to move my hips, ignoring his firm grip on my hip. He groaned and finally began to move, reaching up to grip the arms he'd pinned with one hand. He slid in and out, and I started moaning loudly. How had I gone so long without this? I never wanted him to stop. He completed me when he was inside me, and my walls clenched around him, trying to hold him every time he slid out as if my body was trying to stop him from leaving me. He groaned each time I clenched, and he looked like he was struggling so hard to hold on, his eyes shut tightly and his grip on my wrists so tight that it almost hurt.

"Faster," I moaned. "Yes, Scorpius. Harder."

He growled and sped up the thrust of his hips as I tightened my legs around him, wanting him deeper, wanting him closer.

I felt myself quickening again, and I was amazed that my body was even capable of having another orgasm after the last two powerful ones he had just given me. He bent down and groaned my name into my ear as he started to go even faster, pinning my hips to his bed with the force of his thrusts.

"Not yet," he growled in my ear, his hot breath making shivers erupt across my skin. "Together."

He released his grip on my wrists and sank his hands into my hair as he brought his lips to mine and I tilted my head up and responded eagerly, finding his tongue and sucking on it. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly—completely wrapped around him with my arms around his back and my legs around his waist.

I broke my mouth away from his with a gasp and his mouth attached to my neck as I moaned loudly. I moaned with each thrust inside, not caring, unable to control the sounds coming out of my throat.

"Come," he said into my neck. I moaned. "Come, Rose," he ordered, and I exploded around him, calling out his name loudly and tightening my grip on him as he pushed in a few more times before coming inside me with a loud grunt as I rode out that wave again. He was whispering words into my ear, but the roaring in my ears was so loud and I was so incoherent with pleasure that I had no idea what he was saying. My body was twitching and I was breathing heavily and whimpering occasionally as I fell over and over.

After a moment, he tried to roll off me, but I held him tightly.

"Don't move," I said, my voice hoarse.

He leaned up and smiled before lowering his mouth to mine. I sighed into his kiss as he kissed me leisurely, his tongue sliding along mine lazily. After a while, he pulled back and lifted himself up on his elbows. I was out of breath from his kisses, but he looked normal, relaxed. He smiled at me—a real, beautiful, genuine smile. His gray eyes were bright and had the look of a man who'd just been satisfied sexually. Men. I wanted to roll my eyes, but he just looked so happy that I couldn't. His hair was messy from my hands, but he looked bloody gorgeous.

He was smiling at me and looking at me like I was the only person in the world—like he didn't want to ever look at anyone but me—and in that moment I knew I was in love with him. My heart clenched painfully and I felt tears sting my eyes because the force of my feelings for Scorpius Malfoy was so strong, and I was terrified.

"Hey," he said, reaching up and wiping a tear that had fallen out of the side of my eye. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I whispered. "You're just… perfect."

He smiled again and bent down to place a kiss on the tip of my nose. And when he did, I fell deeper in love with him.

Then he rolled off of me, and I whimpered a bit when he slid out with a wet sound. He reached over to his bedside table for his wand and waved them over both of us, cleaning us up. Then I turned and curled myself against his chest, my head on his chest and my hand sliding up his chest and neck so I could rest it on his cheek and run it along the stubble there. I could die happy in these arms.

"I'm happy you're here," he said after wrapping one arm around my shoulders and holding me close as he pulled a sheet up over us both. His other hand rested on my wrist as I touched his face.

"I'm happy I'm here," I said quietly.

A few moments of silence passed and then he sighed. "I overreacted," he said simply.

Shit. I didn't know we would be getting into this now. My stomach rolled with nerves, and I tilted my head back so I could look at him. "No you didn't," I said. "I shouldn't have done what I did. You were right to be mad."

"I should have listened to you," he said, shaking his head. He looked pained, like he was recalling a bitter memory, and when he spoke again I realized that he was. "I shouldn't have let you sit outside my office like that."

I remembered weeping outside his office, and the memory sent a shudder through me. "You did what you thought you had to do." But I couldn't keep the chill out of my voice.

"I thought I had to stay away from you," he said. "I still think I should." My stomach churned. No. No, no. "But I can't."

I smiled and sighed with relief. "I don't want you to." Then I yawned and buried my face into his chest.

"You're tired," he said, running a hand through my hair. He was right. I hadn't gotten a good night of sleep in over a week. "Go to sleep," he said. "We'll talk in the morning."

I nodded and kissed his chest before shifting a bit and getting in a comfortable position so I could sleep.

"Sweet dreams, baby," Scorpius said. I muttered something back but I didn't know what I said because I was already drifting, and soon I was asleep, dreaming of him.

Next chapter:

"Well, this guy wants to know if that girl he likes so much is seeing other guys. And if so, he kindly asks her to stop."

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"