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Chapter 28: Date Night

"Ms. Weasley, a word?"

I kept my head down, trying to hide my smile as everyone packed up and left the room. Al stepped close to me.

"You two aren't subtle at all, you know," he said with an arched eyebrow.

"Shut up," I said, punching him in the shoulder. He just laughed and then left the room, leaving Malfoy and me alone.

He prowled up slowly to my desk and I stood there with a hand on my hip, waiting, trying still to hide my smile and failing miserably.

"Is there something you need, professor?" I asked sweetly. I was standing in one of the aisles next to my table, and he came up and stood in the opposite aisle down the table from me, facing me. I turned.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said.

I widened my eyes.

He laughed. "Don't look so surprised. I can admit when I'm wrong." I raised my eyebrows, making him laugh again. "Okay, not always," he conceded. "But that's something you should be aware of."

"What? That you're a dick and you never admit when you're wrong?"

He arched an eyebrow at me. "No. I'm a jealous person." He paused. "Very jealous."

"Okay."

"Seriously, Rose."

I felt confused and caught of guard by this conversation, and I felt a slight tremor of heat go through my chest at the way he was looking at me so intensely. He was being serious—too serious—and I hadn't been prepared for this. But I didn't care because the fact was that I wanted him to be jealous. I wanted him to want me and to want no one else to have me. I wanted him to want me and love me the way I wanted and loved him. I wanted that more than anything.

"I don't mind," I said with a smile.

He just smiled and shook his head. "Baby, you have no idea what you're in for."

"I can handle it."

He took a step toward me, but I stepped back and grabbed my bag.

"Oh, no you don't," I said, holding up my free hand as I threw my bag over my shoulder. "I have to go get ready for our date."

He grinned, and my heart fluttered. "Afraid I'll make you late, red?"

I arched my eyebrow at the pet name and ignored the heat that curled in my stomach. His proximity was overwhelming me. "Maybe."

"Why don't you just stay?" he said with a sexy, sweet smile.

I opened my mouth and closed it a few times. He always left me so dumbstruck with his sexy smile and his low, sensual voice. I just wasn't quite used to the power he had over me, and he was looking at me with such heat in his eyes that it caught me off guard—again—for the moment. I wanted to run to him, to throw myself in his waiting arms, but I just shook my head, trying to shake myself out of it. "No," I said. "I want a proper date. Not you fucking me and then feeding me whatever you can get from the kitchens."

He smirked and nodded, holding up his hands in mock surrender. God, that smirk. Who knew a lift of the corner of the mouth could be so sexy? "Fine," he said. "A proper date it is, then."

I smiled. Then I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and I turned to walk out of the room, feeling his eyes on my arse. I got to the door and paused with my hand on the door handle to look over my shoulder. "See you tonight for our date, fritz," I said seductively. "And then I'm gonna rock your world."

"Red," he said, shaking his head with a smile. "You always do."

I was standing in my bathroom wrapped in a towel, smiling as I put on a bit of make up for my date with Scorpius. All my dormmates were gone. Lucy was hanging out with Nate, Harriet and Ainsley were in the common room with some seventh year boys giggling and flirting, and Meg was nowhere to be found. I hadn't really seen her or spoken to her since our talk a few days ago, and I didn't know where we stood. Were we friends or something? I didn't know.

My hair was behaving particularly well tonight. I had pinned it to the side so that it fell in loose, voluminous, red waves around one shoulder. I smiled at my reflection after I put the last dab of lipstick on. It was red and I was experimenting with it. I never really wore a lot of makeup but Albus had assured me when he had ordered me to buy this stick that it looked good on me. Other than that, I just had a small mauve dusting on my cheeks and a bit of mascara on. I didn't want to be too over the top, plus, I wanted the real attention to be on the outfit I was planning on wearing.

I walked out of the bathroom and over to my four-poster where my little black dress had been hanging for over a month. It was the dress I was supposed to wear to the concert—the one I thought I would never get the chance to wear again. It was almost ironic that I would be wearing this dress to my first real date with Scorpius when he was the one who had made me think I'd never get the chance to wear it.

I reached forward and felt the material between my already tingling fingertips. It was a very soft jersey cotton fabric that clung nicely to my skin. I smiled thinking about how wild I was going to drive Scorpius with it. I pulled off my towel and reached into my trunk for a push-up black lace strapless bra that I had only worn a handful of other times. It was far too sexy for me and I never had any cause to wear it. But when I was with Scorpius I felt like the sexiest and most sexual woman on the planet. I wanted to constantly touch him and have him touching me. I said and did things that I'd never said or done before because he drove me so mad with lust and desire. At first I hadn't understood it, but now I was embracing it, and it felt good.

I slipped the dress over my head and walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of our bathroom door as I smoothed the dress. I had to admit that I looked… sexy. The dress had thick straps that went down, leading to deep V's in the front and back of the dress so that my cleavage showed generously and my back was almost completely bare, the V ending just at the base of my spine. The dress was also very short—shorter than any other dress that I owned—resting just above my mid thigh. The dress hugged me in all the right places, showing off my curvy hips and my small waist. I had never looked so good.

I smiled at my reflection.

"Damn, girl," I said to myself with a grin.

Then I turned and went back to my trunk to pull out the matching lacey underwear that went with the bra. I was about to step into them when a wicked thought crossed my mind, and with a grin, I wadded them up and put them back into my drunk. After I was all finished, I reached for my cloak and pulled it over my head. I definitely couldn't be seen walking through the common room or through the castle with this dress on. It was way too conspicuous, and Hadley was currently in the common room and I didn't want him asking questions.

Then I grabbed my bag that I had shoved a change of clothes for tomorrow and my toothbrush because—who was I kidding—I was definitely spending the night. I didn't pack anything to sleep in, though. I didn't think I'd need it. I grinned.

With one last sweeping glance around the room, I took a deep breath and headed out the door.

Like I had predicted, Hadley stopped me when I was almost to the exit of the common room. He knew we were over, and really I had forgiven him, so I didn't mind him talking to me as he had been for the last day or so. But I was really in a hurry, and I was already ten minutes late.

"Hey."

"Hey," I said.

"Your hair looks good," he said, reaching forward to touch a strand. I tensed a bit, but it was harmless. He had been a touchy guy even before we'd been a couple.

"Thanks," I said. "Just experimenting."

"Where are you going?" he asked, looking at my bag.

"Slytherin," I said, beginning the story that I had rehearsed. "Me and Al are gonna jam and then have a sleepover. He and I need some quality time."

He chuckled. "It's unbelievable that you just sleep over there and none of them question it."

I shrugged with a smile. "They don't care what I do at all."

"Typical," Hadley said, shaking his head. "Well, have fun," he said, reaching forward and touching my arm. I smiled at him and stood up on my toes to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'll see you later," I said before turning and leaving.

When I got into the hall, I practically ran to the dungeons, taking the stairs two and three at a time in my rush to get there. I had adrenaline pulsing through my veins and I giggled more than once on my way down because there was so much excitement bubbling up inside, desperate to get out.

When I finally got to the entrance of Scorpius's quarters, I stood there for a moment, smoothing my hair and my dress and steadying my breathing. I took a deep breath and then knocked four times—three in succession and the last one with a small break in between as he and I had practiced. He had charmed the door so I could get in again, but I figured it was proper on a date to knock.

When he opened the door, my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He was wearing khaki linen pants that hung low on his hips so that I could see the V that led down to his groin. He was shirtless, and all I wanted to do was run my hands and mouth along his firm abs and pecs. His hair was styled into a messy look, and he had a seductive grin on his face. After I was able to think again, I put a hand on my hip.

"Don't think you can answer the door like that and we can skip our date."

He smiled and pulled me inside, attaching his mouth to mine. I slid my hands around to the small of his back and then slid them up to feel the muscles just underneath his shoulder blades as our tongues met and I heard the door shut behind me. After a moment, I pulled away.

"You're gonna mess up my lipstick," I said hoarsely, my eyes fluttering as they opened to meet his.

"I'm not trying to skip our date," he said, looking down at me, his gray eyes serious. "I was just running late and I wasn't finished getting ready."

I nodded and gave him a small kiss before pulling away. He turned and grabbed the white button down that was laying on his bed and swung it over his shoulders, buttoning it up with his back to me. I took the opportunity to set my bag in his chair and remove my robe.

He finished buttoning his shirt and turned to face me with a smile. As soon as he saw me, his smile faded and his eyes darkened, making my heart rate speed up. His gaze raked over my body, and spent a little extra time on my cleavage, making me grin and bite my lip. I spun around so he could get the full affect, and when I was facing him again, I gasped. He had stepped forward and he was only about a foot from me.

"Rose…" he practically groaned.

"Do you like my dress?" I asked quietly.

He reached a hand forward and gripped my hip possessively. "I'm glad you came down here in your robe. I don't want any other guys seeing you in that."

I pouted. "Why?"

His eyes jerked up to mine, and his hand slid down to my bare thigh and then up so it was brushing against my arse under my dress. "Because you look so bloody sexy." His voice was gravelly and hard, and it sent shivers through me.

"So you like it?"

"Of course I like it," he said, his eyes sliding down again. Then his hand slid up a bit further and his eyes shot up to mine when he realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. "I thought you wanted us to have a proper date," He growled, reaching around with his other hand so that he could grip my bare arse and yank me against him. I gasped.

"I do," I said, my voice breathy and shaky.

"How am I supposed to concentrate on giving you a proper date when you come here like this?"

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck with a smile. "I guess you'll just have to try really hard."

One of his hands slid between my legs from behind me, and unconsciously, I widened my stance a bit and he slipped one finger inside me. I moaned and buried my face in his chest.

"Scorpius…" I whimpered. "Our date…"

"It can wait," he said, as he slowly began to pump his finger inside me.

I sighed and moved my hips toward him even as my voice said, "No…"

"Red," he groaned into my ear as he slipped another finger inside and I bared down onto it, eliciting another groan from him. "Just let me make you come one time."

"Scorpius," I tried to protest, but it came out as more of a plea for more.

"Just one time, and then I can get through our date without going crazy."

As much as I wanted us to have a normal, proper date, my body was practically trembling with need for him. I wanted him to make me come as much he wanted to make me. I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate either now that he had started. I wouldn't be able to sit and eat with him and carry on a normal conversation when all I could think about was him fucking me.

So I said, "Okay." And he growled in satisfaction and pushed me over to his bed. I fell onto my back, and before I knew what was happening, he had pushed my dress up and his head was between my legs. After one swipe of his tongue on my clit, I moaned loudly and arched off the bed as I sank my hands into his hair, pushing him on. A string of curses fell from my lips and I spread my legs open further, desperate for more. I pressed my head back into the mattress as he sucked on my sensitive bundle of nerves and I moaned.

My moans wouldn't stop, and my body was on fire, and then he darted his tongue inside me and I almost came, jerking violently and then sinking back into the mattress. Then he moved his mouth back to give me the suction I so desperate wanted, and then he slipped two fingers inside me and began pumping quickly. I moaned his name several times, and then my whole body tensed and I was coming hard, shivering and twitching violently as he lapped up my juices, keeping my orgasm flowing.

With one final lick, he brought his face back up and smiled at me before leaning up and pulling my dress down. I saw that he was hard in his pants, and when I reached forward, he just shook his head.

"I can wait."

"No—"

"Come on," he said, standing in front of me and reaching forward to take my hand and pull me off the bed. I was still panting and slightly dazed so I didn't protest further.

When he successfully pulled me into his sitting area, I gasped and put my free hand to my mouth. He normally had a couch and a table in front of his fireplace, but he had transformed the room so that there was a table in the middle with two chairs. There was a white tablecloth covering the table with rose petals scattered on it and one long candle in the middle of two covered plates. The fireplace was going, but by far the best part of the room was the floating candles all around. They were everywhere, giving the room a warm, romantic glow, and making my heart flutter.

I looked up at him and he was looking down at me and smiling.

I love you. I wanted to say it to him then while he looked at me and I looked at him and we stood in this room that he had put so much thought into because he wanted to make our first date special. I loved him. There was no doubt in my mind anymore.

"You like—"

I cut Scorpius off when I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting, and his eyes were dark again.

"I love it." I love you. He looked down at me for a long, hard moment, and he glanced down at my hand as I ran the pad of my thumb across my fingertips. He looked absolutely gorgeous, and I didn't want to take my eyes off him. His blonde hair was tousled even more from me running my hands through it. His gray eyes were like silver, molten lava, staring at me with heated intensity. His clothes were hanging off him in just the right way. I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him—to run my hands down the hard planes of his firm stomach—to forgo all thoughts of our date and just let him make me scream his name over and over and over until neither of us could take it any more.

"Come on," he said, pulling me forward and breaking me from my thoughts. "Before I take you back into my bedroom." I smiled as he pulled me forward and then pulled out a chair for me. Sometimes it was like he could read my thoughts.

"Such a gentleman," I said with a smile as I sat down. He bent forward and kissed my neck and I sighed. How did I get so lucky? Then he walked around the table and sat across from me. With a smile at me, he reached for his wand that was sitting on the table and flicked it, making the covers on our plates disappear. I didn't know what was in front of me but it looked delicious. It looked like some sort of meat pie with chunks of meat, vegetables, and noodles inside of a crust.

"Looks good," I said before grabbing up my fork.

"Eat up," he said after taking a bite. "You'll need your strength."

I swallowed and arched an eyebrow at him. "What does that mean?"

Scorpius smirked. "You know what it means."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head before I started to eat again.

"Albus is right about the way you eat," Scorpius murmured into his plate.

I looked up and narrowed my eyes at him. At almost every meal, Albus was going on and on about the way I ate like an animal. My mother always said the same thing. She said I got it from dad. "Have you been eavesdropping?"

"You're not the only one who uses Weasley products."

I gave him a look as I thought about the stupid fucking telescope—the Weasley product that started this all.

"First of all—"

Scorpius held up a hand to silence me, looking suddenly serious. "I don't want to argue about the telescope."

I huffed and sat back, putting my fork down and crossing my arms. I didn't know why, but I was suddenly irrationally upset. It was like a switch flipped as soon as he even alluded to the subject of the telescope. I had thought I was over that whole situation, but clearly my reaction at that moment showed that I wasn't at all. "Well, I just won't eat if you're so disgusted."

He smirked at me, but he was unaffected by my minor tantrum. "All your Weasley temper does is turn me on, red."

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. "Whatever."

And just like that, my anger was forgotten. How had he done that? How did he make me go from pissed at him to smiling at him in hardly the span of a minute? Surely that type of reaction to a person wasn't normal? I shivered. There was still a pinch of irritation under the surface, but the more he grinned at me, the more it faded away.

"Eat," he said. "I'm not kidding about you needing your strength."

"What are you planning on doing to me?" I asked, my voice lowering.

He looked up at me with lustful eyes. "I'm going to make you come all night. I'm going to make you come until you cry—until you beg me to stop."

I gasped. "Stop," I said quietly, my mouth watering. I swallowed.

"What's wrong?" he said, smirking again.

I slapped the table. My adrenaline and my heated blood and my arousal and my irritation and anger at him built up inside me. I was on edge and I wanted to lash out somehow. Any reprieve he'd gotten from my temper was over. He couldn't keep winding me up like this without expecting me to react somehow. "I want us to have a real date," I snapped. "I'm tired of just having sex all the time."

"Rose," he said, looking suddenly concerned, all his playfulness gone. "What's wrong?"

I love you. That's what's wrong. I love you and I'm terrified and I just want you to love me back.

Whoa.

That thought had come on suddenly, as if it had been hidden in my mind all night, waiting to come to the surface. Now my behavior so far this evening made complete sense. Dammit.

"Nothing," I said, staring at my plate. I had definitely overreacted. But it was normal, right? I had just realized that I'm in love with a guy I'd known for about half a second, and I was freaking out. And he had me all hot and bothered talking about making me come all night. Jesus. How was I supposed to react?

"Rose."

I sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Is it about the telescope?"

I shrugged. Not hardly.

"I shouldn't have brought it up," he said quietly.

"I didn't put it in your desk." I didn't want to talk about the telescope, but in a way, I was grateful for the conversation topic. It effectively distracted me from the fact that I was in love with Scorpius.

"Okay."

I looked up at him and he was staring at me with an odd expression, making me gasp.

"You don't believe me."

"Rose—"

"If you don't trust me, how can we do this?" How can I be in love with you if you don't trust me?

"I trust you, Rose. That's not—"

"I told McGonagall about that fucking letter," I said, my anger rising up, higher, higher. Yes, anger was good. Anger was the perfect distractor. "I risked getting expelled, and you think I wouldn't risk just getting a fucking detention over a telescope? You think I'd admit to that letter but not the telescope? Even now. Even after everything? It's a month later. And me and you—wouldn't I have just admitted it by now?"

He looked at me, but he didn't say anything. I looked back at my plate. It smelled good and I really was starving, but I had no appetite. It amazed me that he still didn't trust me—after everything. But it terrified me because if he didn't trust me, that obviously meant he didn't feel for me what I felt for him. Not even close.

"You know who did it."

"What?" I looked up at him, and I immediately regretted it. It was hard to have a serious conversation with him when he was so beautiful. I could see the tension in his strong shoulders, and I wanted nothing more than to feel them under my palms. I clenched my fists to try and stymie my reactions to my hot boyfriend.

"I can tell. You know who put it there."

"That's not even the point."

"Rose, who was it?" He looked angry—his already darkened gray eyes darkening further—and his anger made me angry.

"How—Scorpius, you know that's not the point. You know that doesn't matter. How can that possibly matter? What are you gonna do—give him detention?"

"Him?"

"Oh shut up!" I said, slapping the table again. Then I felt the backs of my eyes burning, and my stomach felt nauseous. I stood up. "You're ruining this," I said quietly, looking around frantically. "This is… We shouldn't have even bothered."

"Hey," Scorpius said firmly. I looked at him. He nodded toward the seat I had just abandoned. "Sit."

I couldn't look at him anymore, so I looked at the floor. "I'm gonna go."

"Sit," he said firmly. I felt the tears—they were right there, about to fall. "Please."

I sat back down and put my face in my hands. The tears didn't come though, so I just sat there, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

Then I felt his arms around me, and I looked up and he was squatting next to my chair. I gasped when I saw that his eyes were glistening.

It was almost like the first time—like that night in the potions classroom when I had collapsed and he had scooped me up and held me while I cried in his arms. It was like that because all my fear and sadness were right on the surface. But it was so different because this time I was in love with him.

"I'm really sorry," he said, swallowing. All his firmness and anger was gone. He looked sad and vulnerable, and my heart clenched painfully. "I'm fucking this up."

I nodded and smiled, unable to bear it any longer and just wanting it to be better. "You are."

He smiled weakly. "I believe you, Rose. I trust you, of course I do."

Then I just had to say it. He was looking at me, and his eyes were searching mine and we were here and I had to say it before I lost my nerve. "It scares me how much I want you and how much I care about you." The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

His eyes widened slightly, and his words came out in a whisper. "Red, you have no idea."

I looked at him and a single tear fell out of my eye. He reached up and wiped it away and when he went to move his hand, I grabbed it and held it there.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "Don't cry."

I smiled as another tear slipped out. "This isn't the perfect first date that I envisioned."

He laughed. "Me neither," he said as he wiped the tear away. Then his eyes searched mine, and the feeling in my chest was painful. "You're so beautiful."

"Get back over there," I said, smiling and jerking my head toward his seat. I couldn't stand him so close and looking at me like that anymore. I was going to say something he wasn't ready to hear and I wasn't really ready to say if he stayed at my side a moment longer. He smiled and kissed me lightly before he stood up and walked back over to his seat. I couldn't help but check him out as he walked. He just had such a nice arse.

"I saw that," he said as he sat.

I shrugged, wiping the last of my unshed tears away. I didn't know if it was because I decided not to be upset anymore or because he had held me, which always made me feel better, but I did. I felt better. The change was drastic and almost overwhelming. I took a deep breath and smiled. "I won't apologize. You're my boyfriend now. I get to objectify you." I still felt raw and vulnerable and overwhelmed, but I just wanted things to be good and normal. I sighed and lifted my fork again so I could eat.

When I looked up again, he was watching me closely. He opened his mouth and I knew he was just going to apologize again, so I headed him off. "I can't believe you used extendable ears to listen to me and Albus," I said with my mouth full. Then I swallowed. "That's a little crazy, fritz."

He laughed and shook his head. "Why do you call me that?"

I bit my lower lip before I laughed. "I was wondering when you would ask me that."

He raised his eyebrows. "Well?"

"Do you ever read muggle literature?"

Scorpius shrugged. "Yeah, sometimes."

"American muggle literature?"

"A bit. I've read the greats."

"What about Louisa May Alcott?"

Scorpius threw his head back and laughed. "Please tell me you aren't calling me that because of Little Women."

I laughed and nodded.

"Do I really remind you of Professor Baer?"

I shrugged. "Not really. But he was her older, wiser professor, and he… He taught her a lot."

He shook his head. "Sometimes you amaze me," he said.

"Back at you, fritz."

"Scorpius."

I moaned, my hands fisting in his satin sheets. I was exhausted. We had been at it all night, and Scorpius had finally let me sleep only to wake me up a few hours later with his head in between my legs.

I had already come twice like this, and he was literally driving me crazy with his mouth. I couldn't think. I could hardly speak. I could vaguely register the words he was murmuring to me, but I couldn't be bothered to decipher them. Not when I was blind and deaf with pleasure. It felt so good that it almost hurt—my body was strung out, my muscles were weak, but the pleasure just kept coming.

Finally he pulled his mouth away and in the time it took me to register that he had left me on the brink of orgasm, he was plunging his long, thick length inside me.

I cried out and moved to wrap my arms around his neck, but he reached up and grabbed them, pinning them next to me, making me squirm. I wanted to hold him close, wrap my arms around his neck, bury my hands in his hair—but I was trapped, not only by his hands, but also by the lust and desire coursing through me. I couldn't concentrate on trying to free my hands when my skin was on fire and covered in a sheen of sweat, and the feel of him inside me felt so good that I didn't care what he was doing to me. I just knew I didn't want it to stop.

I began to move my hips to meet him, feeling the orgasm build up inside and wanting it more than anything. My eyes were shut and my mouth was hanging open as occasional moans slipped from my throat.

But then he slowed the movement of his hips and growled. "Look at me."

My eyes flew open and when I did, I sucked in a deep breath and then moaned almost instantly when he pushed slowly into me—all the way in, nearly pushing past my limits—and his eyes were on me so intensely and heatedly that it almost frightened me.

"You feel so good," he said, pushing in slowly and then pulling out almost all the way before plunging slowly back in. It was driving me mad. I just needed it a little faster and I would be there. Just a twist of his hips or something and I would get the relief I wanted so desperately.

"Scorpius."

"What do you want?"

I was trying to move my hips in a way that would relieve the pressure, but he was going too slow for it to make a difference.

"You."

"Me what?" He pulled almost all the way out and stayed there, and I felt tears sting my eyes. It was unbearable. And then he plunged in and I arched off the bed, but the relief didn't come.

"Please…" I breathed. "Make me come."

He smiled and picked up his pace a bit, and it was torture because I could feel every hot inch—every ridge, every bit of him—sliding in and out of me. And it was so wet. We'd been at it for so long and I was so sensitive, and all I wanted was to feel him release himself inside me.

"Please," I begged again, a tear slipping out of the corner of my eye. It was too much. The pressure was coiled so tightly inside of me, and all I wanted was to have some kind of relief.

Then he pulled me up and sat back on his heels and I was straddling him and my arms flew around his neck and the sudden change of position had him brushing up against me at just the right spot, and then I was coming violently—trembling and quaking and my whole body going rigid as I called out his name and moaned, my sounds filling the room. He spilled himself inside me, and I wrapped my arms around him tighter as I continued to twitch in his arms as he held me close, his hand making soothing circles on my lower back.

"I hate you," I murmured into his neck.

He chuckled, and I could feel his chest rumbling against me. "No you don't."

"You're going to kill me," I said.

He hummed. "I hope not. What would I do without this?" He shifted his hips a bit, and I twitched. He then reached up to fist a hand in my hair and pull me back so I could look at him.

"How is it this good?" he whispered, his mouth inches from mine. I could feel his hot breath.

"Does it always feel like this?" I asked, leaning forward a bit so I could brush my lips against his.

"Does what always feel like what?"

I shook my head slightly. "I don't know."

He chuckled again. "I don't know either."

My eyes fluttered and he released me so I could lay my head on his shoulder again. "I have to sleep." My eyes were heavy and my brain was starting to leave. I knew I didn't have much more time. I was fighting to stay awake like a child whose bedtime had long passed, but I didn't want this moment to end. I never wanted any of our moments like this to end.

"Rose…" he whispered into my ear. "I have to tell you something."

"Hmm?"

He sighed. "In the morning, red." He gripped my shoulders and pulled me off of him. I moaned when he slid out heavily. I felt our combined liquids shifting inside me, and it felt so intimate and erotic and it made me feel so close to him that when he reached for his wand to clean us up, I gripped his wrist.

"No," I said.

He frowned slightly and set his wand down. He was sitting on his knees in front of me and I was on my back with my legs on either side of him.

"I want to feel it—you—inside me all night. I want to wake up remembering this night."

He groaned. "Rose."

Then my eyes couldn't fight anymore and they drifted shut. I felt the bed shift, and then I felt his warm body curling around me and shifting me to pull my back to his front as he lifted his blanket over us.

I love you, Scorpius, I thought. Then I let sleep take me.

Next chapter:

A second chapter from Scorpius's point of view.