A.N. Thanks for all the reviews, alerts etc. Enjoy chapter 11

I'm hoping you feel the same way

Scorpius' hands slid under her dark red shirt. He breathed out heavily against her neck letting her perfume overtake his senses. He had wanted this for so long. He had wanted her for so long. It didn't even matter that he was suppose to be in his bed in the Hufflepuff dorms, or that he had classes tomorrow. There was no other thought in his head but her; she was the only thing that mattered right now. He pulled his head back from her neck and grinned at her. She smiled, her big blue eyes shining back at him. He pulled his shirt off then resumed kissing her, enjoying the feel of her hands roaming his chest. He moaned into her mouth as her hands slid downwards. He urged her back against the bed that was in the room with them. He felt her hit the edge and they both fell back onto it together. He pulled back again, almost reluctantly and hands trembling began to unbutton her shirt as she giggled. He managed to get her shirt off before stopping to stare. She laughed as she began to remove her own clothing; Scorpius watched his mouth open and eyes wide as she stood in front of him naked. His gaze scanned over her body as he felt his heart speed up even more. She was so beautiful, he almost couldn't stand it. He dipped back down to catch her lips in his once more…

Scorpius' eyes shot open. He had had the dream again. He shifted very uncomfortable now. He ran his hand through his hair before running it down his bare chest and under the sheets pretending it was her hand touching him, caressing him. He let out a low groan. He was going to have to do something about his feelings for her soon or he'd combust or something.

"Well see the thing is… Well I mean I…" Scorpius groaned he felt like he was twelve or something, practicing what to say to a girl in front of a mirror of all things. He was 17, a man according to wizarding society; he should be able to tell a girl how he felt. That was the problem though, she wasn't a girl any longer, she was a woman. He didn't have experience with women, other than ones that were related to him. Hell it wasn't like he had a lot of experience with girls, other than one or two girlfriends in the past and even then they hadn't gone much past snogging. He was so lucky his roommates had woken up earlier than usual and had gone to breakfast. He turned back to the mirror to try again.

"So the thing is, I really like you, I mean I really like you like in a girlfriend capacity and I was hoping you feel the same way. I mean its okay if you don't, but if you think there's even a chance you can return any feelings, or think that with time you might be able to like me as much as I like you that would be wonderful. So I guess what I'm saying is I really like you and would you be my girlfriend?" Scorpius winced, but it was the best he'd come up with. He sighed and left the room. He wandered down to breakfast looking for her all the while, but saw no sign of her. He lowered himself onto the bench at the Hufflepuff table and loaded a plate with food. He sat staring at it for the next ten minutes before pushing it away. He made his way out past the Gryffindors' table, noticing Rose's family goofing around and shoving food into each other's faces. For a moment he was glad Rose wasn't there. He knew she always felt left out of her family. He shook his head. Scorpius knew she didn't see how connected she was to them. Just because she had dark hair and was in Hufflepuff, hell Al and James had dark hair, of course they were Potters, but Fred and Roxie were Weasleys by last name and they had dark hair. Plus as Scorpius had tried to explain to Rose it wasn't hair color and House that made you family. It was the shared meals despite being in different Houses and being able to have a conversation about one's life. As well as similarities, such as the appetites which characterized the Weasleys and the love for Quidditch, which Scorpius didn't quite grasp. He enjoyed watching Quidditch and even playing it sometimes, but following teams and playing it as competitively as the Weasleys did, that he did not understand. Before Scorpius knew it he found himself in the familiar yellow and black of the common room. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his Transfiguration book.

"Hey Scorpius," the boy looked up to see Maria Philips.

"Oh hey Maria" he said to the blond blue eyed girl who was twirling her hair and smiling coyly at him.

"How's it going?" she said sitting down next to him.

"Um fine," Scorpius said backing away from her; she made him a bit nervous sometimes, partially because she was extremely pretty.

"Oh yea?" She moved closer leaning in towards him, he let his eyes drop to see what her shirt was displaying quite well. A surge of lust shot through him as she moved so that he could see even more. He realized her hand was placed just so on his thigh as she moved even closer. He looked up into her blue eyes as her lips claimed his.

Scorpius needed to find Rose; he needed to talk to her. He was out in the halls; he had just turned around when someone walked into him.

"Hey Rose." He looked down at the top of her head smiling.

"Scorpius," she wasn't looking at him, she was looking at the floor. He vaguely wondered why, but he had more important things to worry about. His cheeks flushed as Rose looked up.

"So um." Scorpius said wringing his hands, how was he supposed to tell her?

"I need to tell you something," he managed to get out. Rose shot him a look of fear? Angst? He wasn't quite sure, which made him even more nervous; he could usually read Rose so well, but lately…

"The thing is there's something I haven't told you and I'm not sure how you're going to take it, hell I'm not even sure how to put it." Scorpius took a deep breath as Rose tensed up even more waiting for what he was about to tell her.