Words Unspoken Chapter 37: From Way Up There, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: Hello all! Thank you so much for reviewing and following my story. It means so much to get feedback from y'all, both positive and negative. I know I don't really get a chance to thank everyone individually, but I want you to know that I read every review and take them all to heart!

I just want to address a few remarks made by reviewers. One reviewer disagreed with my approach in the last chapter when Rose slept with Scorpius following her incident with Hadley. I understand where this remark is coming from completely - someone who suffers a sexual assault isn't likely to want to have sex immediately following in many cases. My reason for doing this was threefold. 1) Rose draws strength from Scorpius. Although Hadley had just attacked her, she feels safe and secure with Scorpius, and as anyone who reads this story can tell, she expresses gratitude with Scorpius through sex. 2) Rose had just told Scorpius she loved him. In that moment, she wasn't thinking about Hadley or what he had done to her. She was only thinking about Scorpius, and that enabled her to get through a traumatic experience. 3) Hadley wasn't able to go all the way through with his intentions (although to me, it's questionable if he actually would have (...and I created him so I would know hahah)), and because of this and because of the fact that Scorpius was there, she just feels relieved and emotional. She doesn't feel as afraid as she would have had Scorpius not arrived.

Another reviewer suggested having a scene where Albus confronts or talks to Scorpius. I love this idea! And while there are some future chapters that do this a bit, it's nothing that we actually see. So I'm pretty far ahead in the planning stages of this story, so a lot of suggestions that are really really good (like this one) will seem to be ignored since most of the remaining chapters are written or nearly written at this point. I hesitate to tell you this because I wanted to keep it a secret, but whatever! ... There WILL be a sequel to this story. This story will have 45 chapters, and there will be a second story. It has to be split in two because the sequel will all take place in the "present day." And it just seemed logical to split it up. The point is that I want people to give me suggestions for things they would like to see. I always read books and fanfiction and I'm like "man, wouldn't it be great if THIS happened," and the good thing about this sequel is that it isn't written yet! I know where I want to take it, but it isn't completely fleshed out. So, I will take suggestions, and if possible, I will put in any scenes that people want to see. So if you don't see it in this story, you may see it in the sequel. Just let me know in a review so other readers can see it potentially!

Anyway, that was a lot, but it was all important (to me at least!). Let's get on with the chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter rated M for language and sexual content

Chapter 37: From Way Up There

The more I thought about what Hadley had done to me Friday night, the angrier I got. It burned inside me and twisted in my gut until I felt the familiar tingling of rage that I had felt over a year ago when I had decided to become Mean Rose. Fortunately, I had spent the whole weekend with Scorpius, and that had kept my mind off of it. But now it was Monday morning, and I was out for blood.

Scorpius was right. He had been right about every single thing he had said about Hadley from the beginning. Hadley was in love with me, and he would absolutely stop at nothing to have me. Friday night would make twice—TWO FUCKING TIMES!—that Hadley had forced himself on me since classes had started, and both times, I don't know what would have happened if Scorpius hadn't shown up.

How had I been this fucking naïve? How had I thought for one moment that Hadley and I would be able to be friends like everything between us was normal? Scorpius was right—nothing about this situation was normal. He broke my heart when he cheated on me with my friend. Then he wanted to get back with me after he thought I would have sex with him—breaking up with the girl for whom he had broken up with me. And then when I got with him in order to sabotage him, he forced himself on me then. And after all of that—after every single fucking thing that he put me through over the last year and a half—I decided to be friends with him.

WHY! Why on earth had I decided to be friends with him? The problem was that I was blinded by my love for Scorpius. I didn't blame Scorpius—of course I didn't—but it was because he made me so happy that I just couldn't see. I couldn't put everything into perspective with Hadley when I was obsessed with being happy with Scorpius. He drove me wild with love and desire, and when I was with him, I didn't have to care about what Hadley did to me. I was a new person whose life wasn't affected by Hadley Underwood. But the problem was that even though he didn't affect me and I was moving on with my life without him in my life in that way, that didn't mean that he was doing the same.

How had I been so ridiculously stupid? I was never that stupid. Jesus.

But it doesn't matter, I thought to myself as I stormed through the doors of the Great Hall and turned in the direction of the Gryffindor table. I may have been naïve and stupid for weeks—months, even—but no more. I walked down the length of the table to where a group of six and seventh year Gryffindors were sitting. As I walked, my rage at Hadley built up. When I got to the group, I tapped on the shoulder of one of them.

I am done with Hadley Underwood. I will never be so fucking stupid again, I thought as he turned around I reared my hand back and sent it swinging around in front of me.

The sound of the slap on Hadley's cheek rang out in the Great Hall, making a hush fall over the large room. Over Hadley's shoulder, I saw the professors look up and take notice, and I saw Scorpius stand up, but I ignored it.

"Ro—"

I cut Hadley off by slapping him as hard as I could again. He cried out and gripped the side of his face, and I held up a finger and shoved it in his face.

"Don't you ever come near me again," I said in a low murderous voice. "I am done with you, Hadley."

"Rose—"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed. I couldn't contain the rage inside me. I couldn't contain the hatred I felt for this boy. The way he had lied to me and manipulated me and made me trust him even though all the evidence pointed to the contrary. "You don't get to talk!" I shoved him and he stumbled back. "God damn you, you bastard." I started banging my fists on his chests, red covering my vision. I was blind to what was going on around me, but when I pulled my hand back to hit him in the face again, I felt a strong hand close around my wrist and an arm go around my waist to grip me close.

"Rose—"

"GET OFF ME! LET ME GO!" I was kicking and swinging my arms as hard as I could, trying to get out of the grip I was in.

"Rose, stop!"

"LET GO!"

I screeched and flailed the entire time I was being dragged out of the Great Hall. Before I knew what was happening, my rage cooled enough so I could realize that I was being pulled into an empty classroom. I heard the door slam and lock behind me until I was put down.

"DON'T—"

"ROSE GODDAMN IT, STOP!"

I had tried to run out of the room and back into the Great Hall, but the sound of Scorpius's voice bellowing at me forced me to freeze. I was facing the door and he was behind me. I was trembling with rage and breathing in and out deeply and heavily. My entire body felt like it was on fire, but suddenly I couldn't tell if it was from my anger at Hadley or the angry, authoritative sound of Scorpius's voice.

I turned around, expecting him to be glaring at me, but instead I was met with a look of such fierce lust that I gasped. Before I even knew what was happening, I was lifted against the door, Scorpius's lips covering mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I dipped my tongue into his mouth, moaning into his mouth as I did so. I felt his erection pressed in between my legs as my school skirt rode up to my waist.

"God, you turn me on so much," Scorpius growled into my mouth.

"What—" I cut myself off with a moan as Scorpius's mouth moved to attach to my neck. I arched into him, panting heavily. "What brought this on?" I asked breathily. "I—god—I thought you would be mad."

He chuckled darkly and pulled back to look at me. "Are you kidding? You hitting Underwood like that… I've never wanted you more."

"Then take me," I said suggestively, shifting my hips to rub against his erection.

He looked down at my lips before sealing his mouth over mine again. He kissed me so deeply, running his tongue along mine seductively while slowly thrusting his pelvis against mine. I was on fire for him.

I released a high-pitched breathy moan when he broke the kiss to place wet kisses down my neck and across my chest. I reached down and fumbled with his pants until I popped open the button and pulled the zipper down. Then I reached into his pants and stroked him. He dropped his head onto my shoulder and let out a low groan. He was using one arm to hold me up underneath my arse. I sank my hands into his hair and kissed him just as he shoved my panties aside, guided himself to my entrance, and pushed slowly inside. I moaned softly and slowly into his mouth as he made his way all the way in.

Our open mouths were touching, but we weren't quite kissing, and both of us were breathing hard so that our breath mixed with the other's. He began to move in and out of me, and I already felt like I was so close. I was so turned on by his desire for me, and the rage I had felt just a few minutes earlier had turned so quickly into wild lust for Scorpius that I couldn't control myself. I moaned each time he went all the way inside me and hit the end of me, and he was releasing quiet, erotic grunts each time I moaned.

"I love you," he whispered against my mouth, the speed of his thrusts building.

"Scorpius," I moaned, my hands in his hair tightening as my chest tightened with my feelings for him. "I love you so much."

"You're everything," he said as he brought one hand in between us to massage the bundle of nerves that caused lightening to shoot through me. I clenched around him and cried out as he continued to pump into me. My orgasm extended as he continued to pump and massage my clit, and I moaned loudly and continuously as he did so. He finally came inside me a loud groan, and I sagged against the door as he buried his face in my neck. Both of us were panting as we tried to catch our breath and come down from that incredible experience.

"Maybe I should slap Hadley more often," I said breathily. He laughed into my neck and pulled back so he could look at me.

"I think McGonagall thinks I'm punishing you," he said.

I laughed. "I'll let her know that you laid it on me hard."

Scorpius shook his head with a smirk and slowly slid out of me. I whimpered and set my feet on the ground with shaky limbs.

"You okay?" Scorpius asked as he tucked himself into his pants and pulled up the zipper. He left the button open, however, and that small thing turned me on wildly. Surely I couldn't want him again after that?

"I'm fine," I said. "How can I not be after that?" I moved to hop onto a desk, and Scorpius leaned against the door with his arms crossed. He looked so sexy like that. His hair mussed from my hands, his cheeks flushed from our previous romp, and his white shirt wrinkled and untucked. He looked like a sexy bad boy, and I couldn't believe that this gorgeous man with aristocratic high cheekbones, a strong, beautiful jawline, and bright but brooding gray eyes was my boyfriend. I sighed with contentment.

"I didn't mean that," he said with a smirk. "What happened in the Great Hall?"

I shrugged and felt my mood darken only marginally. "I just—I got fed up, that's all."

"You didn't seem like you cared this weekend," he said. I sensed a smirk, so I made a face at him.

"You distract me from all bad things, obviously." He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. "So I didn't think about it until last night and this morning."

"And you got pissed?"

"Of course I did!" I gaped.

Scorpius laughed. "Why are you all of the sudden fed up with him? I mean, he's been pulling this shit for years."

I sighed. "Not like this. He's always been a dick, but before it was just him being an idiot—"

"When I caught you last time—"

"It wasn't like that. Last time he got carried away—not that I'm defending that!" I added quickly when I saw the look on Scorpius's face. "But it wasn't like this. It's just… after Friday night, I finally realize that Hadley is irredeemable. There is nothing about him that is good or… not dickish." Scorpius chuckled. "He's not a good person, and I'm done. I tried to look past it because I thought being friends with all the people I used to be friends with would make me happy, but Hadley just isn't a part of that equation."

"Well, I'm glad you finally see that," Scorpius said with a shrug. "It's about time."

I rolled my eyes. "I just can't believe I… God, I've been so stupid. I'm gonna kill him."

Scorpius shook his head. "As much as I support that, I think cutting him out of your life would be enough."

"Oh, believe me, he's cut out."

Scorpius nodded. "Rose, I need you to promise me something."

"Anything," I said with a tilt of my head.

"Just…" He ran a hand through his hair, and I wished that he would step closer to me so I could do the same. But instead he was many feet away, leaned against the door, looking beautiful. "If he does anything—I mean, honestly, anything—just tell me. Don't let it get too far, okay?"

"Baby, I promise."

He nodded, but he didn't say anything else about it. I could tell he was worried, but he didn't quite understand that Hadley Underwood might as well be dead to me. When I said I was done, I meant it.

"Look, one more thing," he said, running his hand through his hair again and looking at the floor. "It's about Wednesday—"

I laughed, amused by the change of subject. "Ah-ah, no way, you're not getting out of celebrating your birthday, old man."

Scorpius groaned. "Rose…"

"No, Scorpius. I already got you presents—"

"I told you not to get me anything."

"Too late. I got you gifts, and we're going to celebrate."

I looked at the defeated look on his face, and I deflated. I wanted his birthday to be special, but if he really didn't want to do anything, I didn't want to force him.

"If you don't want to do anything, I guess… I don't know…"

Scorpius was across the room and in between my legs in a few long strides. He cupped my face in his hands and used his thumbs to tilt my head up to look at him. He placed a tender kiss on my lips and then pulled back and smiled at me. My hands fisted the white shirt at his waist and I pulled him closer as I scooted to the edge of the desk to get closer.

"It means a lot to you, doesn't it?"

"Well… I just—I don't know, I thought we would have fun. I—"

He cut me off with another soft kiss, and when he pulled back he was grinning.

"You're lucky I love you."

I smirked. "You're the one who's lucky."

The next few days passed in a blur. I was busy with classes and Quidditch, hanging out with Scorpius, Albus, Fergie, and the band, and expertly avoiding Hadley Underwood.

When I had slapped the hell out of Hadley, I had forgotten that Scorpius had erased his memory, so he didn't know why I was so mad at him. I didn't care, though, and I couldn't be bothered to explain it. Fergie kept telling me that Hadley was asking him if Fergie would talk to me and see what happened, so eventually I told him to tell Hadley that he was drunk and he had forced himself on me, and that the fact that he was too drunk to remember just enraged me even more. And I told Fergie to tell Hadley in no uncertain terms that I never wanted to speak to or be around him again. Of course, Hadley didn't accept that, and he kept trying to talk to me, but finally when I hexed him so that his balls got swollen to the size of footballs, he seemed to give up.

Admittedly, it made Quidditch practice difficult. Hadley was so distracted in our practice the previous afternoon that Hugo told him to leave and come back when he had his head on straight. Hugo was annoyed and told me that I had to talk to him, but when I told Hugo what happened, I had had to hold him back to restrain him from running after Hadley and strangling him. After that, Hugo hadn't suggested that I talk to him again, and I didn't think he would again.

Now it was Wednesday night, and I was sitting cross-legged on Scorpius's sofa in his sitting area with my ukulele in my lap, and he was sitting on his coffee table across from me, pulling his first present out of the birthday bag sitting on the table next to him.

His first gift was more of a gag gift. It was in a rectangular box, with a small card on top of it. He opened the flap on the card and read it out loud.

"A gift for you to help you remember what started it all." Scorpius narrowed his eyes at me and tried to contain a smile as he pulled the lid off the rectangular box. As soon as he saw what was inside, he burst into laughter.

I had gotten him a Weasley telescope, but I had asked my uncle to take the charm off of it that made it punch people in the face. When Scorpius pulled it out of the box, the fist that usually shot out at people was just dangling loosely from the end. He shook his head and looked at me with a broad grin.

"Thanks, red," he said, leaning in. I leaned forward to meet him and he pecked my lips. "I love it."

"I just don't ever want you to forget that that telescope was a blessing in disguise."

He looked at me reverently. "That it was."

Our eyes locked, and I felt my lip quiver a bit. I shook my head to shake myself out of it, and I pointed to the bag. "There's something else," I said. He smiled at me before looking down in the bag and pulling out something square that was wrapped in tissue paper. He pulled the tissue paper off of it, and when he saw what it was, his smile slipped into a look of incredulity, joy, and contentment.

"Rose."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it," he said, still staring at it.

I had gotten him a frame with four different spots for pictures that I had engraved and put pictures of us in it. It was a large frame with four different pictures. It had an engraving on the top of it:

Her fingertips would tingle when that one came along… She found the one who she would love for so long.

I bit my lip when I saw the look of recognition on his eyes. They were modified lyrics for the song I had written about him months ago that I had performed at the opening of Wear the Wolves when he had let me go early from the detention he had given me where we'd had our first kiss. The song still meant so much to me and to him, but I'd had to change the words to reflect the relationship that had grown and changed so much since then.

Inside the frame, there were four different pictures. One was a picture I had taken of him while he was sitting at his desk, reading a note I had written him during our detentions weeks ago. He was smiling, and he looked so happy, that I had pulled my camera out of my bag and snapped a photo. I'd had my camera with me because I'd been off taking pictures with Albus in the Forbidden Forest earlier that day, and I'd been so happy I could capture that moment of seeing how happy I made Scorpius.

Another picture was one I had snapped of him and me laying in his bed. He was cuddled into my neck, smiling as he nuzzled, and I was looking at the camera, with my eyes closed as I grinned broadly. The third picture was one I had taken on our first real date. After dinner and before he had lead me to his bed, I had insisted that we take a picture together. I had set up the camera on his hearth and charmed it to give us ten seconds to get in a pose. We had stood normally—his arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist—until the last second when Scorpius had grabbed me around the waist, planted his lips on mine and dipped me right as the camera had flashed. It was perfect.

The last picture was one I'd had Albus take of me a few days earlier when Scorpius had accidentally revealed it was his birthday and I had finally decided a bit later what I would get him. Albus had suggested that we go outside and take it on the grounds with Hogwarts in the background. This was the only picture that was charmed to have me moving around in it. My red hair was blowing in the wind, and I kept smiling, winking, and blowing kisses at him as I held up a sign that said, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FRITZ. I LOVE YOU."

"Rose, this is…" He looked up at me, and I smiled. "It's perfect." My heart clenched when I saw that his eyes were glistening. I leaned forward and grabbed his face in my hands so I could pull him in for a kiss. We were both straining since I had my uke in my lap and he had the frame in his lap, but the kiss was still amazing and tender, our tongues stroking as we each poured all of our love into that connection between us.

"I love you," I said against his mouth. He smiled and pecked me one more time before I pulled away. "But I have one more gift for you."

He arched an eyebrow and glanced down at my ukulele.

"I'm gonna sing you a song."

Scorpius's eyes brightened and danced with excitement. "Really?"

I smiled at his excitement and bit my lip. "Okay, I didn't write it. It's a muggle song, but I love it so much that I had to sing it for you today, okay?"

He nodded eagerly and scooted back so he could get a good look at me.

"It's not a big deal or anything. I just wanted to—I thought it would be—"

"Shut up and sing me my song," Scorpius said, unable to contain a grin.

I rolled my eyes and started strumming.

"Don't you worry there my honey.
We might not have any money,
But we've got our love to pay the bills.

"I'm trying to be a musician so we'll see how it goes," I said quickly over the strumming of my ukulele before I started the next part of the verse. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Maybe I think you're cute and funny."

I nodded and smiled.

"Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
If you know what I mean."

I gave him a suggestive eyebrow wiggle while I was singing the lines, and he burst out with laughter. I grinned as I started the chorus. I glanced down at my fingers on my uke as I sang with a smile.

"Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there
You and I
You and I."

"Well you might be a bit confused,

"So am I!" I shouted quickly during the short interval before the next line.

"And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else,"

I smiled broadly at him, and he tried as hard as he could to control his grin. But he was failing miserably.

"So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf.

"So on this next part," I said as I continued to strum the catchy melody of the song on my uke. "I want you to stomp-stomp-clap with me, okay?" He nodded, still grinning like a fool with mirth and love in his eyes. "Like this." I demonstrated in time with the beat of the song, and he nodded and stomped and clapped with me a few times to show that he got it. "Okay," I said with a nod as I set my uke down and started the final chorus—this time with both of us stomp-stomp-clapping with it.

Before I could even move my ukulele off my lap, Scorpius was grabbing it out of my hands and tossing it to the side. "Hey!" I yelped, but I couldn't even be mad because before I could really protest, Scorpius's mouth was on mine, and he was kissing me eagerly, so that any protest I could have uttered died on my lips that were much too occupied with his.

"That was amazing," Scorpius said against my mouth as he pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me on his sofa. "You're so talented," he said, moving to trail kisses on my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he ground against me. "So beautiful." My hands sank into his hair as he moved his hands to the bottom hem of my floral dress and pulled it over my head. I was naked underneath and he gasped when he realized it. "I love you," he said, trailing kisses in between my breasts and down my stomach. "I'll never stop loving you," he said, right before he dipped his head in between my legs. I arched, cried out, and then we got lost in each other for the rest of the night.

Next chapter:

"In this moment, I knew that Rose Weasley had ruined me for other women—that there would never be another woman who loved me or who I loved as much as I loved the woman in my arms."

WARNING: EXTREME CUTENESS AND LOVE TO COME.