AN: its rated M for a reason...

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Rose woke with a very muscular, naked chest as her pillow. She sighed; she had done it again. Gone to bed drunk and woke up without any recollection of how she had found herself in a stranger's bed. Her eyes were pressed tightly together, the light flowing into the room only adding to the headache she could feel brewing. Rose tried to piece together the events of last night. She remembered drinking – lots of drinking. She and Scorpius had decided to show off their less than brilliant dancing abilities and then... she had felt the all too familiar sensation of the power within her fighting to get out. No wonder she felt as if she had just run a marathon.

But what had happened next?

She opened her eyes carefully, each moment heavy. It took her a moment to place her surroundings, to work out that she wasn't just in a student's dormitory.

Realisation hit her like a stunning curse. Hoping with every fibre of her being that she was wrong, she slowly raised her gaze to the the still sleeping form of her best friend.

In her desperation to get away from him and remove his arm from around her, she fell from the bed with a thud, which, of course, roused Scorpius from his slumber. She hastily grabbed at the sheets, wrapping them around her naked body. Her cheeks blazed when she realized Scorpius was now completely uncovered on the bed, his naked form in all its glory before her.

Shit! Shit! Shit! She had slept with Scorpius!

Groggily, he opened his eyes, gazing in confusion between his nudity and the scantily glad girl in front of him.

He had always fared better with hangovers than Rose did, working it out a lot quicker than she had. He scrambled for a pillow, positioning it to cover as much as he possibly could.

"Did we?"

He didn't need to finish the sentence; her nod answering his unspoken question.

"Fuck."

"I know."

For once, neither of them knew quite what to say or rather how to say it.

"Are you sure?"

"Well let's think about this for a minute Scorp: we get hammered and wake up naked in the Shrieking Shack. What else could've happened?" she snapped.

"Is there really any need to be a bitch? All I'm saying is that I can't remember what the fuck happened last night!"

She ran her hand through her auburn hair, trying to calm down. After all, it wasn't exactly like she could remember much either.

The watch on her wrist – a 17th birthday present – caught her eye and she swore. If they didn't move now they would be late to class.

She began hunting around for her clothes. When she had them in her arms, she looked at Scropius pointedly.

"Really? If what you're saying is true its nothing I haven't seen before." He chuckled before closing his eyes anyway.

They managed to sneak into Charms moments before the professor, having quickly changed into their uniforms and downing some hangover potion.

"Where have you two been?" hissed Al when they took their seats at the table the three friends shared.

"We had to take a visit to the Shrieking Shack."

Rose watched as her cousin's eyes widened, a worried look on his face. He looked to Scorpius who nodded mutely, not trusting himself to speak. They weren't exactly lying, not really, but he knew Rose was far better had hiding the truth than he was. After being reassured that everything, particularly Rose, was ok, Al didn't ask any questions, knowing his cousin didn't like to speak about what happened when she lost control.

Anyone looking at the trio would have thought everything was perfectly fine but both Rose and Scorpius knew that something momentous had happened, something that would change everything.

Both of them tried to put the incident from their mind, to forget all about it but they had too many questions. They tried to think of some innocent solution, some other scenario that would have resulted in the too of them being naked. In a bed. Together. It was harder than it sounded. Both of them knew far too well that waking up naked the morning after generally meant something had happened. They just didn't know what.

They were sat in lunch when Scorpius gasped. While Al merely looked at him curiously, Rose's head whipped round so fast she thought she had pulled something. He had remembered something, she knew it. He grinned mischievously at her and winked. She felt the famous Weasley blush rise t her cheeks as she tried to work out what exactly he had seen. Although her memory of the night was far from complete, parts of it had crept back into her brain throughout the morning and those snippets had convinced her of one thing.

Last night had gotten hot.

It took all of her self control not to drag him from the hall right then and demand answers. Instead she waited painstakingly until they were walking through the corridors and Al decided to go check on Mia before she dragged him into an empty classroom. A few students laughed at the 'poor guy' when they saw him shoved through the door, thinking he was in trouble again.

"You remembered."

He almost laughed at her angry pout, her arms crossed in front of her chest in defiance.

"Yes...What you going to do? Obliviate me?" The laugh caught in his throat though when he realized she was taking his suggestion seriously.

"Look, Rose I think we really need to talk about this –"

"Or we could forget it ever happened?"

"Was it that bad?" he smiled at her, " Seriously though what about protection? I'm pretty sure we didn't use any."

"I'm on the pill," She said, bluntly, "so unless you've got something else to tell me, I think we're good."

He took a deep breath. If he was going to say it, it had to be now.

"Rose... I'm not sure I want this to be a one time thing," she opened her mouth to say something but he carried on, " from what I can remember last night was, well, amazing, and I haven't been able to get you out my head since. When I was with you, it just felt... right, like it was meant to happen..."

He had never felt as vulnerable as he did then, waiting for her to shut him down. He hadn't realized how important it was for her to say yes until now.

She didn't.

She pressed her lips against his with a ferocity that surprised him.

Sometimes words just don't say enough.