Descended from Greatness

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Rose hurried down the hall, her bushy red hair falling free of the sloppy bun she'd managed that morning. She readjusted the books in her arms and prayed to Merlin she wouldn't be late for History of Magic. It was the bloody git Malfoy's fault. Rose shook her head as she thought of Scorpius, now there was a bloke who needed to be knocked down a few pegs. For three years she had barely spoken to him and then last week she gets called into Professor Flitwick's office with him to discuss a disturbance during a 1st year charms class! Like she can control some 1st year twat who thought hexing someone in class was a smart plan. According to Professor Flitwick, the 1st year (something Goyle or Boyle or whatever) had been arguing with another Slytherin in the course about Scorpius. Apparently this Goyle girl fancies him and was going on about how he was flirting with her etcetera. At this point Rose was still utterly confounded as to why she was called in, but she stayed respectfully silent as Flitwick explained further that the girl who had gotten hexed had told Goyle that Scorpius couldn't fancy her because he was already smitten with Rose Weasley.

Flitwick had sighed at this point and looked at Rose, "I know you can't control these things, but you're a good student, and I don't want to see you getting involved in anything that could distract you from your studies. I called you both in here to remind you that education comes first here at Hogwarts. You are both very bright, and 1st years squabbling over your love life tells me that you might have some external issues. I want you to know that every faculty member here is willing to talk if you ever need help sorting through a difficult issue."

Rose had nodded, her face bright red out of anger and frustration and a bit out of embarrassment, she had thanked Flitwick and fled the room. Scorpius Malfoy fancy her? Please, that boy fancied nothing other than his own reflection in the mirror. Besides, she'd heard the stories of his father and the apple never falls far from the tree. She had left Flitwick's office that day with the intent to forget about the entire ordeal, that was, until Scorpius Malfoy cornered her on her way to History of Magic this morning.

He'd swaggered up to her, a grin playing on his lips and said, "So I guess the secret's out."

She'd bunched her eyebrows together confusedly, "What secret Malfoy?"

He just smiled and shook his head, "Don't pretend you don't know. That 1st year was right, I do fancy you, what do you say?"

Rose had simply stared at him dumbstruck. How pompous could you get? 'What do you say?' as if she would never dream of saying no!

She shook her head, "I'm late for History of Magic, I don't have time for your little ego parade right now."

And with that she had stormed off, leading her here, rushing down the hallway with barely a minute to make it to class. She slid into her desk seconds before Binns began to teach and breathed a small sigh of relief, pulling out her quill to take notes. She had been writing about Goblin Rebellions for no more than 3 minutes when a bit of scroll was placed surreptitiously on her notes. She glanced over at Madison Wood, a Gryffindor who she considered to be quite a close friend, she smiled and unfolded the parchment .

The punctual Rose Weasley was late? Spill girl, what happened?

Rose smiled a bit, then scratched back a quick response, hoping she wasn't missing anything too important on Rebellions.

Two words: Scorpius Malfoy

She saw Madison's eyebrows raise as she read the note and then Rose returned to her notes, picking up somewhat close to where she left off, Goblins were still rebelling so she couldn't have missed to much. It took awhile for Madison to respond to her note, and by the time she had Rose had filled nearly a full scroll with notes, and didn't feel as bad about letting the message distract her.

What'd Malfoy want? Was it about that 1st year again? I really don't know why they had to involve you in that. Even if Scorpius Malfoy did fancy you it's not like you fancy him as well!

Actually, that's sort of why he stopped me. He told me he fancied me, and then (get this) his big line was "so what do you think?" Ugh, it honestly makes me shudder just to think of it. As if I'd be caught dead dating that pompous pure blooded prat. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole "I fancy you" thing was just a ploy, everyone knows Malfoy's a player, it'd probably be a great story for him, "The Time I Snogged A Weasley".

Have you considered that he might actually fancy you? I mean, he is pompous, no one's doubting that. But when has he ever had to sincerely ask a girl out? I believe his general mating ritual is to raise his eyebrow and have the girls come running. Maybe "what do you think?" was the best way he knew how to ask you out. I'm not telling you to date Malfoy, I'm just saying, there are other angles as well.

Stop being so smart about this, I'm the Ravenclaw remember? I'm supposed to be calculating and impartial and you're supposed to be passionate and irrational. Don't mess with the program Wood.

Oh no, how will the world react when they hear that the perfectly punctual future prefect Rose Weasley just got out thought by a "irrational" Gryffindor. THE SCANDAL!

Rose chuckled and stuffed the note into her bag as the rest of the class packed up, she and Madison were joined by her cousin Albus as they left class.

"You were late today Rose, I thought you might've died." Albus joked, his bright green eyes dancing mischievously.

She just shook her head, "That's a bit melodramatic, don't you think?"

"Not really," he smirked, "you did once tell you'd rather die than be late."

"I wasn't late," she pointed out, "I was exactly on time."

"In Rose Weasley's world those are synonyms." Madison added, grinning at her friend.

Rose laughed them off and continued on her way, she was headed back toward the Ravenclaw common room to work in a bit of studying before her next course. She never made it there though, she was intercepted by Scorpius Malfoy for the second time that day.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "What do you want Malfoy? Was one rejection not enough for you?"

She was surprised to look up and see a look of concern, and maybe even nerves, displayed obviously on his face, taking the place of his usual haughty stare, he looked down at his feet before looking back up and starting to talk, "I respect your feelings Rose, but I, well I was just, I guess I was wondering why."

"Why?" she repeated, dumbstruck.

He nodded slowly, "Why don't you fancy me?"

Rose felt her face flush as red as her hair, anger coursed through her, what was he playing at?, "Look Malfoy, I don't know what your angle is here but I am not falling for it. I'm not a one time snog, I'm not an easy snog, and I could never fancy someone as pompous and self serving as you."

She stormed off, not giving her self time to register the shock and pain on his face as she spun in the other direction.

Nearly a month had passed and Rose Weasley had all but forgotten about Scorpius Malfoy. She was lounging in the Ravenclaw common room with one of her closest mates, Elizabeth Alton, a pretty brunette with straight shiny brown hair and a small soft presence. The two girls were slaving away on a potions essay, and had been for nearly two hours.

"What are the mistakes that cause the potion to turn orange?" Elizabeth asked, frantically scanning her book.

Rose responded absentmindedly, "Too many rat spleens, or overdoing it on the leech juice. Most other mistakes will render the potion poisonous."

"Thanks." Elizabeth responded, scribbling that down before she forgot it.

Rose was nearly finished with the essay, and was looking forward to ending the last sentence and never looking back, when the door to the common room swung open and her cousin Lucy entered with Lysander Scamander, both 1st years looked a bit confused.

"Uh Rose?" Lucy started, walking up to the table as to not be overheard, "I don't want to bother you, but Scorpius Malfoy is looking for you."

Rose glanced up with a start, then scowled, "Well he can keep looking for all I care."

Lucy looked at her feet and mumbled, "Well, uh, you see, he sort of already found you, he's right outside, says he's been there for over an hour. He won't leave unless you talk to him, and it's almost curfew."

Rose cursed, then apologized to her younger cousin for doing so in front of her, before heading out the door. Sure enough Scorpius Malfoy was stationed directly outside the common room, lounging against a wall, his icy blue eyes seemed to light up and thaw when he noticed Rose, and a grin broke out across his face.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Rose asked forcefully, a frown carved into her face.

His grin faltered but he pushed on, "You're right. You aren't just some girl I fancy, and you definitely aren't easy, and I would never ask you to fall for someone self centered and pompous," he paused to collect himself before starting again, "The thing is, I do fancy you Rose Weasley, you're bright, and very beautiful, and witty, and just… well just brilliant. But I don't want to snog you tonight, or even next week, you aren't easy Rose, and I want to work for you. I want to earn your feelings, and more than anything I want to show you that I'm not pompous and that I care very much about people who aren't me, and I care very much about you."

Rose stared at him, this was Scorpius Malfoy, white blonde hair, icy blue eyes, and a mouth that she'd rarely seen not sneering; and here he was professing his love for her, humbling himself before her. But this was also Rose Weasley, and she was in Ravenclaw for a reason, she was not going to be swayed by pretty words and grand generalizations, she needed facts, experiments, proof, and action.

"That's all very kind Scorpius," Rose forced herself to speak in a kinder tone, "But anyone can string together a few heartfelt phrases; through your actions I still see the same pompous boy. Sweet words don't make you a sweet person. Please go back to your common room now Malfoy, it really is late."

Once back inside Elizabeth and Lucy approached her, "What did he want?"

Rose just shrugged, "Oh not much."

She wasn't really sure why she wasn't telling them, she just knew that she enjoyed having the information to herself. She excused herself to bed then, deciding that the essay could wait until morning. She sat in her room looking in the dressing mirror, unplaiting the braid she had done that morning, watching her bushy hair become less and less maintained as she worked. She gave herself a long hard look in the mirror. She was often told how much she resembled her mother, though she was certain they only said that due to how similarly bushy their hair was. Rose's features were like her mothers, but more softened, rounded, she envied her mothers defined jaw line and striking cheek bones, she would have given anything for them. Hugo had gotten them, the lucky git. She supposed her blue eyes were nice, a good compliment to her red hair; but nothing about her image explained why Scorpius Malfoy of all people would seem so suddenly taken with her.

Desperate to get Malfoy off her mind, Rose began to pen a letter home, realizing she had never answered her mother's previous owl.

Dear Mum,

Sorry it's taken so long for me to write back, I've been positively drowning in work. But I'm sure you remember your own third year. (Though I'm willing to bet yours was much more thrilling than mine).

Hugo is fine, I know he hasn't been writing but honestly Mum, it's Hugo you can't expect much from him now can you? I'll be sure to notify you if he starves or gets killed or anything mental.

I'm top of my class by the way, Professor Longbottom (I suppose I could just call him Neville in my letters) just told me last week. I'm thrilled that all my hard work has paid off, but now I have to work twice as hard to make sure I stay at the top. I really don't know how you did it all Mum.

Oh and for Dad: No I do not have a boyfriend, No I have not had a boyfriend, No I do not plan to get a boyfriend, Stop worrying about me.

All my love,

Rose

As she made a mental note to take the letter up to the owlery the next morning, Rose did wonder if she had just lied to her father. He was of the habit of constantly enquiring about the boys (or lack thereof) in her life, just like a typical father. So the bit she'd added for him had become a routine. Had it been a lie this time? She didn't have a boyfriend, and she didn't think she was planning to have one anytime soon. Despite her constant reassurances, she fell asleep that night dreaming of icy blue eyes that somehow managed to smolder.

She spent the next day with her cousin Albus, hoping he would set her mind at ease. Unfortunately, he only seemed to confuse her more.

They were sitting in the library, working on some miscellaneous assignments and catching up on each others lives, realizing it had been much too long since they'd hung out.

"How's the team this year?" Rose asked, purely out of the kindness of her heart, she truly couldn't have cared less about quidditch, but it was all Al ever talked about and she could tell he was dying to talk about the new team line up.

Albus grinned, thankful for the topic to finally be broached, "Fantastic. Really looking good, I'm one of the youngest on the team though. No 2nd years survived tryouts. Madison made keeper again, apparently that's the position her dad played, Dad said he played with a Wood when he was here as well, she's the only other 3rd year on the team, bloody brilliant she is," he flushed a bit, but then got back on track, not even a cute girl could distract Albus from Quidditch Talk, "James is playing at chaser of course, I'm a chaser as well , and the team captain Felix Lynn 7th year of course. Our seeker's a 7th year too, Cameron Clayworth. I'd like to try out for seeker but I'll have to wait till next year, Clayworth is good and it's his last year, Lynn won't boot him off the team. Not that I blame him, he's a bloody good seeker. Fred's a beater again, so is George Jordan, the 5th year prefect. It's really not a bad line up, we've got a real shot at the cup."

Rose nodded noncommittally, commenting on the only part of that she'd actually followed, "So I take it you've finally realized how much you fancy Wood?"

Albus spluttered a bit and came back with, "Er- well, I mean, let's not talk about that. That's not very interesting. What is interesting is Scorpius Malfoy being completely taken with you and you crushing his heart."

Rose snorted, "That's rich Al, a Malfoy with a heart."

Albus reached over and shut Roses book, forcing her to look at him, "I'm not kidding Rose, Malfoy's a decent bloke, we've got a few classes together and he's pretty down to earth when you get to know him. His reputation is inherited, not earned."

Rose just grimaced, "He could be a bloody saint for all I care, I don't have to fancy every decent guy who fancies me, that's not a very good argument."

Albus sighed, "I'm smart enough to know that an argument with a Ravenclaw is an argument lost, so I'm not going to argue. But you should know that he asks about you, constantly. Nothing crass either. He wants to know your favorite color, what sort of music you listen to, what makes you laugh. He seems to genuinely want to know you."

Rose tossed her books in her bag, "I'm not going to sit her and listen to you try to sell me the idea of dating Scorpius Malfoy, I don't care if he's your mate or not."

Albus sighed again, something he often did when dealing with his cousins, "Sit down Rose, I'm not trying to sell you anything. I just thought maybe you could stop trashing the bloke every time he speaks to you. A 'no thank you' does just as well and doesn't leave him emotionally traumatized."

Rose scoffed internally at the idea of Malfoy having emotions to traumatize, but sat down nevertheless, pulling her books back on to the table.

Albus grinned, but Rose just frowned, "Don't get too excited Al, we still haven't talked about you and Madison."

Albus stuttered again, packing his books away quickly, "Oh I'm sorry Rose I really have to go, quidditch practice and what not, we'll talk later!"

He rushed off quickly leaving Rose sitting alone shaking her head, "Bloody wimp."

It was later that week as Rose made her way down to the Great Hall. The girls in her dorm had acted particularly peculiarly that morning. Elizabeth had insisted on helping Rose tame her normally unruly hair, and Bailey Randle had lent her a bit of concealer to help with her ghastly freckles. She was being accompanied to the Great Hall by her other two dorm mates, Isabelle Hemsley and Kenna Bexley, both very sweet girls who had strangely refused to let Rose brave the halls alone for whatever reason.

Isabelle was chattering on nervously, toying with the ends of her dark curly hair, "And of course there's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend, I'm quite thrilled about that, though I'm sure everyone is. I should probably work on that Defense essay, but I suppose I'll have Sunday for that now won't I?"

Kenna quickly jumped in, cutting Rose off before she could even begin to ask for the hundredth time why she wasn't being allowed to make the trip alone, "Oh yes, I'm actually nearly done with the Defense essay, quite simple really. I wouldn't mind if you took a look at it," she cut off suddenly as they reached the doors of the Great Hall, "-er well, goodbye then Rose, this is where you were headed right?"

Then they were gone, rushing off into the Great Hall, leaving Rose in the hallway to enter on her own. Rose shook her head, confused by their curious behavior. She walked through the doors and into the Great Hall, which was primarily full as it was about a half an hour before the first lesson of the day and the majority of the school was eating breakfast. The first thing Rose noticed was that her friends had not headed directly to the Ravenclaw table, but were instead standing near the Slytherins. Before Rose could really ponder this she was cut off by Scorpius Malfoy stepping into her path, his blue eyes gleaming. Rose felt herself blush involuntarily recalling how many times those eyes had appeared in her dreams.

"Rose, could I have a word?"

Rose stifled the urge to roll her eyes, remembering her sort-of promise to Albus to be a bit kinder, and settled on a nod.

Scorpius looked a bit nervous, but the fact that she hadn't insulted him yet seemed to encourage him and he continued, "I want to ask you something, I want to ask you something here in front of all these people because I want you to know that I value you more than my reputation, turn me down and insult me if that's what you want to do, I'm okay with everyone seeing that, everyone hearing how pompous I am, because I could care less about my image as long as I know I've given everything I have to trying to get you to stop hating me."

Rose sighed, "You're doing it again Malfoy, pretty words, all talk."

Scorpius grinned a bit at that, and raised his voice so that the whole hall could hear, "Rose Weasley, it would mean the absolute world to me if you would agree to accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend on a totally platonic, non-romantic, friendly outing."

Rose looked around self-consciously, in typical Hogwarts fashion every pair of eyes were on her. Her cousin Louis was at the Ravenclaw table, sitting near her dorm mates open mouthed. The Gryffindor table was full of family members, all gaping at her, except for Albus who was grinning widely.

She looked back at Scorpius, her eyes narrowing, "Strictly platonic?"

He shook his head vigorously, "Yes, of course."

"And afterwards," she wagered, "you'll leave me alone?"

He shrugged, "If that's what you want."

She shook her head slowly muttering, "That's all I want," before loudly responding, "Oh all right Malfoy."

He bowed then, rather goofily, and grinning responded, "Thank you Miss Weasley, I'll see you Saturday for our platonic outing."

Rose simply walked off, taking her seat at the Ravenclaw table. The whole room was staring at her as she began to load food on to her plate.

"What?" she demanded loudly, and suddenly the whole room averted their eyes and began chatting awkwardly about anything other than Weasley and Malfoy.

Rose received an owl the next morning at breakfast, she recognized Lenora immediately as she swooped into the Great Hall, landing directly on top of Rose's eggs. Rose untied the note from her leg, offered her a small treat, and the owl was on her way. The letter, was from her Mother, and unfortunately she had already received wind of the prior days occurrences, probably from Hugo.

"Figures," Rose muttered, "The one bloody time he writes home."

Dear Rose,

Your father and I are so proud of you achieving top of your class. Make sure you tell Neville we say hello (and ask him when he's going to drop by again, we sure do miss seeing him, your father was just saying the other day that we should pay the Three Broomsticks a visit just to see if he happened to be home).

As for Hugo thank you for looking after him, you are a lovely sister and we are quite thankful that you're there, though be a bit easier on him, he's trying you know.

As for the boyfriends, your father and I do hear things from Hogwarts you know, we aren't as out of touch as you would like to think. If Scorpius Malfoy insists on pursuing you against your wishes perhaps you should seek help from Neville or Filius (Flitwick is your head of house you know, and he truly does have your best interest at heart). However, from what I hear this boy has made quite the effort and you have been a bit rude to him. While I never condone giving in to any old boy, I also don't like the thought of my daughter treating anyone else with anything other than the utmost respect.

Make us proud.

Love,

Mom & Dad

Be smart Rosie, he's a Malfoy. I know my daughter has better taste than that.

Her father's addition at the end made her laugh a bit, Dad would never change, despite how forward thinking her Mother tried to make him be. She knew most of her family harbored little resentment for the Malfoy's any longer. Albus had even showed her a letter from his father commending him on befriending Scorpius and "overcoming the prejudices of the past". Rose grinned, the day she heard anything like that from her Father would be the day hell froze over.

Louis leaned across the table, "Uncle Ron losing his mind over a Malfoy fancying his little Rosie?"

Rose grinned, "Oh how right your are Louis, really uncanny, I would accuse you of reading over my shoulder if I didn't already know that my father is just that predictable."

Grinning back, "Really though Rose, I think it's great, Scorpius is a good guy. I mean, Albus seems to get on with him well enough, if Harry Potter's son can get on with Draco Malfoy's son, there's no reason why you can't snog him."

Rose blushed, "No one's snogging Malfoy unless Al wants to volunteer his own services. Our Hogsmeade trip is platonic."

Louis rolled his eyes, "Right, for now."

Rose decided not to dignify that response and instead busied herself with finishing her breakfast as peacefully as possible.

Saturday came too quickly, or not quickly enough, Rose still wasn't sure which feeling was more prominent. She fixed her hair, and then promptly messed it up again, reminding herself that she would not be wasting time fixing her hair for any other platonic friend; and then she fixed it again. She had to have changed her outfit at least six times, consistently thanking Merlin that her dorm mates had left for breakfast before she began the process. Finally she through her robes over her outfit, realizing all her antagonizing was useless anyway, and made her way out of the common room.

Scorpius met her on the grounds, grinning widely as he saw her, "I was worried you might have backed out on me."

She shrugged, "I don't bail on my promises."

He ignored the venom in her voice and escorted her to Hogsmeade happily. He offered to pay for her butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks but she shook her head obstinately, "This is platonic remember? My platonic friends don't pay for my drinks."

"Fair enough," he conceded, pocketing the rest of his coins and grinning at her, "So, my platonic friend Rose Weasley, how has your week been?"

Rose rolled her eyes, "Oh bloody awful, I've had some git following me around for months now trying to get me to date him."

She smiled at the end, trying to soften the blow, he did really seem to be trying to be kind, and she could still remember her mothers letter "make us proud." She was pretty sure her mother wouldn't be proud of her being a massive bitch.

"Maybe," he offered, still smiling, "Liking you has transformed him into a git. Maybe he used to be a completely normal boy and then one day you walked into his life and got his head all muddled up and now he can't help but act like an idiot because he hasn't thought straight since the day he laid eyes on you."

"Maybe," Rose countered, "I like my men a bit stronger than that."

He laughed, "Oh Rose, there isn't a man on this planet strong enough to resist you. I promise that."

Rose flushed and hurried to change the subject, "Alright my platonic friend, how has your week been? Heard from your parents lately? Failed any tests?"

She hoped the conversation wouldn't return to her, and luckily she seemed to have distracted him a bit.

"Oh my parent's don't write often," his smile faltered a bit, "my mother tries to, but they're quite busy you know," he gestured vaguely, "being Malfoys."

Rose felt herself soften, forgetting her pretenses, "That's horrible, I hear from my parents weekly! Sure it's obnoxious, but I can't believe not hearing from them."

He shrugged, "It's not a big deal, we aren't exactly close knit. Dad has his own issues, you know 'to be or not to be'," he grinned a bit, "a supremacist prat that is."

Rose felt herself giggle at the joke despite herself, and Scorpius continued to talk, "And Mum's really into the socialite scene. So many cocktail parties to plan and so little time."

She pressed forward, "But don't you have any close family? Cousins… or anything?"

He shrugged, "Nah, I mean, the Malfoy family is a branch of the Black family, so technically yes, I have tons of family, but we aren't particularly close. Everyone's too busy either working on turning their back on the old ways, or rekindling their beliefs. Either way they don't make very good company."

Rose thought about her family, massive, loud, cranky, obnoxious, far too involved in her life, but also loving, and fun, and always there if she needed them, "I really can't imagine that," she confided, "not having a close-knit family. I'm a Weasley though, so, I suppose that explains it."

He laughed, "I love your family. Albus talks about it all the time, you guys are really lucky to have each other."

"It's odd that you and Al get along so well." Rose mentioned, taking a sip of her butterbeer, having almost forgotten it was there.

"Why's that?" Scorpius asked, watching her intently.

She shrugged, placing the glass gently back on the table, "I thought it was sort of obvious, I mean… the son of Harry Potter and the son of Draco Malfoy being besties? Not exactly something anyone would have predicted considering that when your father's were your ages they absolutely abhorred each other."

Scorpius shrugged lightly, "I mean besties seems a bit far, I barely know the boy, we only shared that one passionate night, I think this relationship is moving too quickly."

He grinned widely and wiggled his eyebrows and Rose surprised herself by bursting out laughing, "Very funny Malfoy, I was trying to make a serious point."

His smile softened a bit, "And I was trying to make you laugh."

She looked back, a smile still playing on her lips, "Well it worked, congratulations. Write that down for future reference: 'Babes love it when you joke about being homosexually involved with their cousins.'"

He shrugged it off, "I don't need to write it down, call me crazy but I don't plan to pursue any other babes. If you fancy me I'm set, and if you don't I'm not going to bounce back anytime soon."

He mumbled something that sounded to Rose like "if ever", but she brushed it off, that was too melodramatic, even for a Malfoy.

They spent the rest of the day in the Three Broomsticks, effectively losing track of the day and having to run back to keep from being considered missing.

Safely back inside Hogwarts, Scorpius offered to walk Rose back to her common room. She obliged stating, "That sounds like a perfectly platonic request."

They laughed as they walked, Scorpius impersonating various Hogwarts professors, even waddling around on his knee's as Flitwick. Rose giggled and slapped him on the shoulder, "Stand up Malfoy, Flitwicks a good professor."

He obliged, grinning back, "Of course he is, that doesn't mean my impersonations are any less humorous."

"I'll give you that one," Rose conceded, noticing then that they were less than a foot from the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, "thanks for walking me."

He leaned in closer to her, his icy blue eyes doing that illogical smoldering once again, his white blonde hair falling haphazardly around his head, his lips… well his lips were closer to Rose than they ever had been. Suddenly Rose wanted them to be closer. But before she could close the distance between them he pulled away, reverting his gaze to his feet and mumbled, "Platonic. I promised you platonic."

Surprising even herself Rose said, "Screw platonic" and threw herself into his arms, her lips meeting his in a burst of electric energy. And in that moment Rose was not a Weasley, she was not a Ravenclaw, she was not a future-prefect, she was not anything more than a girl who wanted to do things to a boy, things that could not be done in a public hall. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer into the kiss. One hand trailed slowly up her waist, over her shoulder, paused on her neck, and then cupped her face passionately. Their lips moved frantically and Rose couldn't remember why she'd been so against this in the first place. Eventually, to Rose's dissatisfaction, the kiss had to end, she wasn't sure who broke it, possibly they both remembered the necessity of oxygen simultaneously. All she knew was that the kiss ended and they were left standing in a hallway, breathless, their faces less than 3 inches apart.

"Rose Weasley," Scorpius managed finally, his voice a bit throaty, "You are absolutely fantastic and I would love it if you would do me the pleasure of letting me do that again, soon, appropriately. Would you please agree to be my girlfriend?"

Girlfriend. The word sounded odd to Rose's ears, hadn't she just been cursing his existence mere hours ago? The logic seemed to avoid her though as her mind was flooded with images of his eyes and his lips and… there went her train of thought, eventually she managed to think around her hormones to find an answer. A simple, breathy, "Of course."

And then they were kissing again.

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