Amortentia

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A Scorose Fanfiction by Goldensnitch18

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Rated M for Scenes of a Sexual Nature & Language

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Summary: In their sixth year, rivals Rose and Scorpius

have a moment of terrifying clarity when they

both inhale the sweet smell of Amortentia.

One year later, Rose is finally single and Scorpius is

determined to snog the crazy out of her.

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Disclaimer: I am not profiting from this story.

Anything you recognize belongs to the great and mighty JKR.

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Beta Magic: Many thanks to harpersbizarre and dragonjess

for their time and work on this story.

Chapter Sixteen

They were due to go home for the Easter holiday in two days when Scorpius was called out of Potions on Wednesday morning. His face had fallen as the small third year had told Slughorn that Scorpius needed to go to the Headmaster's office at once. He had locked eyes with Rose for a single moment, and she had seen a deep and unshielded fear staring back at her. Rose's stomach twisted as he moved his eyes down to his bag, which he pulled up to cross over his body. Al put a reassuring and heavy hand on his shoulder, and then Scorpius was gone.

Rose had not been able to focus the rest of the lesson, and instead had relied on Alice to complete their work. She gnawed anxiously at her bottom lip while she tried not to immediately go to the worst-case scenario. She found herself praying to Merlin, Circe, and whoever else would listen that Narcissa Malfoy was still alive. Let him say goodbye at least.

Minutes trickled past like hours, and Rose tried to listen to Alice, to do what she was asking, but three times the other girl had needed to stop Rose's hand before it poured in the wrong ingredient. Across the table, Albus was tense and focused. He was staring intently at his cauldron as he poured in exact measurements and ignored her stares. She knew he had to be worried as well.

Finally, the bell rang to end the lesson, and Rose launched herself across the room and out of the Dungeons, moving as quickly as possible to Ravenclaw Tower. She was running by the time she reached the stairs and was nearly out of breath when she reached her own bedroom. She threw her bag down, took a moment to collect herself and stop panting like a large dog left out in the sun for too long, and then made her way through the portrait to the library. Scorpius's door across the room was open. Rose walked towards it and didn't bother to knock before she entered.

Scorpius was standing with his back to her. His shoulders were hunched. He had his trunk open on his bed. He was clenching the side of it so hard his knuckles were losing their coloring. Rose walked up behind him slowly, and slid her arms around his stomach. She rested her cheek against his shoulder and let out a soft breath as she felt him lean back into her.

It wasn't until she felt his back hitch against her that she realized he was crying. She moved around his body, and he pulled one hand back from the trunk to allow her to come between him and the trunk. She moved her hands up his chest and onto his cheeks. "What happened?"

"My dad … dad sent …" There was a trail of tears falling down his face, running under her thumbs. "She's dying, Rose. I can't … I don't know …" Rose kissed him, softly, trying to push away his pain, trying to share it with him, trying to give him something good in his misery to hold on to.

He pulled her closer and suddenly her soft, reassuring, loving caresses were overshadowed by his intense need to feel something other than the loss striking at his heart. His grandmother was going to die. Soon. Very soon. Rose didn't know what to do. She wanted to stop him, to tell him that he probably wasn't thinking straight, that he needed comfort, but he had pushed his hand up her skirt and moved aside her knickers, and she was doing everything she could not to lose her footing as he persuaded the wetness forming at her center. His free hand pushed back on his trunk as he leaned her down towards his bed, and with a loud crash, it fell to the floor.

He pushed her down until her back was on the soft familiar surface, and she felt her heart pounding as he readjusted his own body over hers. "Rose." He whispered, and she whimpered as his thumb ghosted over her clit.

He pulled his hand back to pull her knickers down her legs, and she bucked into him as he pulled his own trousers open and shoved them down. She wrapped her hand around him, moving it up and down until he brushed her away. After he had buried himself inside her, he didn't wait before he pulled back and entered her again, fast and hard. This wasn't like anything she had experienced with him before. He was grunting against her neck, biting her skin hard, way more than his usual teasing, as one hand found the back of her neck and the other held her hip. She wrapped her legs around him and responded to his plunges, meeting him with the same urgency and need that had him driving into her. He was broken. She wasn't stupid. She knew he needed her for something that wasn't really about her or about sex, and she knew this wasn't going to fix anything, but she could try. She could try to help him forget for a few short minutes what he was going home to. Each thrust into her was as deep as the first, and each tightening of his grip was painful against her skin. She moved her hands into his hair, grasping it between her fingers and pulled hard as his teeth bit into her shoulder where her shirt had slid down. She gasped in pain, and he moved to swallow the sound with his mouth. She grazed his lip with her teeth and felt him loosen his grip on her neck only to pull tightly on her own hair. The not unpleasant sensation seemed to shoot down her body and into her core where he was pumping into her quickly without reservation.

"Yes," she whispered against his lips, and he crashed them into her as his hips bucked wildly against hers, and his breathing grew heavier. She knew he was close. She could feel his thumb digging into her pelvis, and his fingers growing even tighter in her hair. He came into her a minute later and then tried to slow his body, regaining control. He remained buried inside of her, and she breathed heavily against his neck, trying not to scream in frustration at the need still coursing through her.

"Rose, I'm so sorry," he mumbled into her hair.

"What?" She moved her hands down from his hair to his face and pulled him up to face her. He looked worried.

"I hurt you." His thumb rubbed softly at the sore spot on her hip, and she kissed him.

"I'm fine." She kissed him again. "I liked it." She smiled as she felt a flush spread across her cheeks.

"Really?" He grinned back, and she laughed nervously.

"Did you?" she asked him.

"Fuck, yes." He kissed her again, and she bit her lip softly as he pulled away.

"I need my wand." She flushed again, and he pulled back reluctantly, moving to her side. Rose cast the charm against her stomach, and Scorpius frowned.

"Do you think we should consider a potion now that we're …" he trailed off but she knew what he meant. They had been insatiable since their date. They had been staying up way too late to learn each other's bodies and each time they used that charm. The longer you waited to cast it the less likely it would be to work. A potion was really best for someone who was regularly doing the things that they were doing, but it wasn't like she could just secretly brew one here. It took an entire month and ingredients she would need from Slughorn.

"Yes, but I just don't see how I could make it here," she admitted, and Scorpius frowned.

"I could buy it," he suggested, and she frowned back at him.

"I don't know if I trust that …" she admitted.

"Yeah, well … we've been a little careless with using the charm before lately."

"You shouldn't attack me unexpectedly," Rose replied, teasing, but his face fell, and she knew the spell had been broken. He was back to the boy she had walked in on. She reached out and stroked his cheek. "I love you. I'm so sorry."

He took her hand from his cheek and kissed her palm. "I love you too." He rolled away from her, towards the mess on the floor. He used his own wand to clean himself and then fixed his trousers and flicked his wand at the contents of his trunk strewn across the floor. Rose moved up and off the bed, fixing herself as she watched him repack. After he had latched his trunk, he pulled her in one last time to kiss the top of her head. "I'll … let you and Al know."

"Okay." She felt a lump form in her throat as he let her go.

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They were in the kitchen of Scorpius' flat. Something was burning, and she didn't even care because he was kissing her hard as he moved inside of her. He had one hand between them, tweaking her clit as she gripped his back, trying not to pass out. She had come out of his bedroom to the smell of bacon, and he had kissed her. She had moaned softly and kissed him back, which had led to this moment where she was sitting on the edge of the counter, her head starting to tilt back. Scorpius' lips moved down her neck to taste her, his teeth softly nipping at her skin, and ...

"Rose," Al's voice interrupted, and she started, jumping up in her bed.

"Fuck," she said back groggily, rubbing at her eyes.

"What?" she asked, clearly annoyed. She had been having a really damn good dream.

Albus laughed at her and shook his head. "You better be glad I came up here to wake you instead of someone from your family." Her head shot up to stare at him open mouthed. "Oh, Scor…" Albus mocked, and he laughed again.

"Are you serious? Did I really …" She could feel heat radiating up her neck.

"Yes," Albus said, still laughing hysterically at her.

"Oh, shit." She covered her face, and Al fell onto her bed and pulled her in with one arm.

"Don't worry about it." He kissed her forehead, and she hugged him. They had been home for three days from Hogwarts, but they hadn't heard from Scorpius since he had left Hogwarts the previous Wednesday. Al had come home with Rose to stay with her, Hugo, and her parents during break. He hadn't really told his parents what exactly was going on, but he had let them know he couldn't come home. Rose had been elated at the prospect of two weeks with her cousin, who had been in a much better mood since receiving his letter of intent. As long as they passed their N.E.W.T.s, they would both be joining the Auror Department in a few short months. She could tell that he was a little put out about Scorpius' plans changing, but even that news had been taken remarkably well. "Your mum made breakfast," he told her.

"Ok." They walked down the stairs to the kitchen together and fell into chairs at the table where Hermione, Ron, and Hugo were already sitting.

"Al, this came for you with the post." Hermione reached over and handed him an envelope. Rose watched him open the letter, and his eyes move across the page. He pocketed it and avoided her eyes throughout breakfast as they made small talk with her parents until Ron and Hermione both got up to leave for work, leaving the cleaning up to the three students.

After they finished, Rose followed Al to the guest room where he had been staying. "Give it to me," she said the moment the door was shut behind them. Albus pulled the letter out and handed it to her. She saw that his face had fallen, and she knew what it was.

Al and Rose,

I'm sorry I haven't been in touch sooner. I've been with my family every moment since I got home. I just wanted to let you know that my grandmother passed away early this morning. We're going to have a service for her on Friday at the Manor at eleven. I really need you both. If you can come. Please come.

Love,

Scor

Rose felt her heart seize in her chest. She wanted to be with Scorpius now. She didn't want to wait until Friday to hold him and tell him that she was so sorry, but there wasn't really another option. She imagined he would be with his family non-stop the rest of the weekend getting ready for the funeral. She kept seeing his face in her mind from the last time she had seen him. When he had left her and gone home, she had felt lost and had wished that she could have done so much more for him than that few minutes on his bed. That lost feeling was nothing like this. Now she knew that he had to be in despair, but there was nothing she could do. She felt helpless.

"Rose." Al touched her shoulder, and she hugged him, burying her face in his shoulder. "We'll go. We'll help him," he told her softly, and she sobbed.

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The day of the funeral, Albus and Rose flooed to the manor. Her parents were at work and Hugo was locked in his bedroom, not caring what they were doing or where they were going. They walked out of the fireplace to an empty antechamber. There were racks to hang coats, but it was a beautiful day and the hangers remained empty. Albus took Rose's hand and led her through the door to the right. He had been here before. She had not.

They walked into an entrance hallway where several somber witches and wizards were standing in small groups speaking with low voices. "Come on." Al pulled her through the small crowd and into another large room with a larger crowd. Al led her around the edge of the room to another doorway. This door led to a hallway, which he walked down briskly before turning left at the end and then leading her up a staircase. They went right, and then left, and then up again, and Rose began to think they were lost just as Al stopped and rapped on a door.

It opened immediately, and Scorpius was standing there. His eyes were bloodshot, and Rose let go of Al's hand to wrap her arms around him. He fell into her, his body compacting. He buried his face in her neck and began to cry. Rose started to cry as well, and Al backed away. He could give them this moment. He could be a friend later, and allow Rose to be a girlfriend now. "I'll be back in the hall," he told them, and Rose looked back at him.

"You don't have to go," she said, and he knew she meant it. He was welcome here, not intruding.

"No, it's okay. I'll just be downstairs if you need me." He patted Scorpius' shoulder and kissed her cheek before he walked away.

Rose let Scorpius pull her in through the door and shut it softly behind them. He pushed her against it and kissed her hard. Rose wanted to help, and she couldn't figure out what to do other than kiss him back, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body against his.

"I missed you." He murmured between kisses.

"I missed you, too."

He pulled back, resting his head against hers and sighed. "I love you."

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He heard the door shut behind him a few moments later, and he sighed softly. He hoped that Rose could offer Scorpius some comfort, some calm in this shitty situation. Al found himself wondering how their parents - all of them - had made it through the war. They had all lost people, so many people, by this point in their lives. They had all been forced to keep going, keep moving forward so many times. Sometimes, Albus wondered how his father had had the nerve to keep doing it. He had lost his parents and then seen Cedric Diggory die. He had gotten Sirius back, only to lose him. He had gotten Remus back, only to lose him and his wife. He had made friends with Dobby only to lose him. The whole family had lost a brother and a friend when Fred had died. Fred's birthday had been that Monday, which of course meant it had been George's birthday, which he no longer acknowledged. It was the one day of the year that George lost his humour, April Fool's Day.

"Draco." The voice was soft, nearly a whisper, but Albus stopped in his tracks. Holy Shit. The name was followed by a sob, and Albus froze. What the fuck. "I'm so sorry," his Aunt Hermione said just as softly. Al stepped backwards slowly and looked into the room he had just passed, an office.

He stood in shock and amazement as he watched the sight before him. It was like he was looking at Scorpius and Rose again, watching him cling to her for dear life, but this time it was Scorpius' father Draco and his Aunt Hermione embracing. Draco's chin was resting on her shoulder, and she was stroking his back. He stood there, watching, waiting, but they didn't move. Neither one of them looked up at him. The pair just stood there locked in their embrace. What the actual bloody fucking fuck.

The pair finally started to move, and Al ducked to the side of the door. "You need to get back." Hermione told him.

"You're coming right?" Draco asked, as if he was worried she was going to leave.

"Of course. Harry is downstairs waiting for me." Al realized that very soon, the pair was going to head right for this hallway. He nearly launched himself down it as quietly as he could. He walked out into the main room about a minute before Draco. Al scanned the room for his father and headed towards him, only to find that Mr. Malfoy beat him there. Al stood back, blocked by other parties standing nearby.

"Harry." Draco extended his hand and shook it.

"Draco, I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you."

"How is your father doing?" Albus was sure his own father was just trying to be polite. He was sure that his dad had no kind feelings towards the eldest Malfoy.

"Not well, honestly." Draco frowned. "He's with Astoria already in the room. He's … we've been giving him a heavy Calming Drought."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Did Hermione find you?" his father asked, looking concerned.

"Yes, she did."

"She told me an interesting story before we came," Harry said pointedly.

"And?"

"And, I wish I'd heard it sooner. Lunch is always better with three friends don't you think?" Friends. Was that what his Aunt and Scorpius's Dad were? The scene he had just left seemed so intimate.

"We will have to remember that in the future." Draco Malfoy nodded once and turned to look around the room.

"Dad," Al interjected, walking up to the two men.

"Albus!" Harry pulled his son into hug him to his side and released him. "Good to finally see you." His tone indicated that he was perhaps not happy with his son's choice to spend his break with the Weasley's. Just then, Albus felt a hand on his shoulder, and his Aunt Hermione was smiling down at him.

"Hello, Albus," she said in her normal voice, the soft, intimate manner with which she had spoken to Mr. Malfoy entirely gone.

"Mum?" Rose was standing behind Hermione, her mouth open.

Hermione turned, stunned as well. "Rose. You didn't tell me you were coming."

"Well, you didn't tell me you were coming."

"Your Aunt Ginny was busy. Harry asked me to come." The lie rolled out so quickly that Albus couldn't help but do a double-take.

"If you will excuse me," Draco said. "I need to find Scorpius, and we need to get started."

And, that was how Albus ended up sitting between his father and Rose at Narcissa Malfoy's funeral. He and his cousin both watched the back of Scorpius' head as the ceremony went on. Al found it hard to focus on the funeral or the loss of life when he was still trying to wrap his brain around what in the world he was just seen. As soon as the funeral was over, Albus pulled Rose's hand, leading her away. There would be a break for a celebration of her life, and then the most intimate members of Narcissa's life would stay to put her to rest.

"Al," Rose hissed, "what are you doing?" He didn't answer her. He just pulled her behind him until they were out of the room, and he had spotted Scorpius. He beelined it for his best friend and grabbed him. "I need you."

"Al, I can't leave," Scorpius tried, but Al shook his head.

"This is an emergency. You need to come, now." Scorpius looked down the line of family to his parents who were shaking hands and smiling softly at witches and wizards leaving the room slowly, his grandfather was standing at the head of the line, his eyes glazed and far away.

"Okay." Scorpius followed them back up the maze of the Manor to the room Scorpius used when he stayed there.

Albus shut the door behind them. "Sit down," he commanded, and both of his friends did as they watched him curiously. "Okay. Is there something you two haven't told me about your Mum and your Dad?" he asked, pointing at Rose and then Scorpius.

Rose scowled and Scorpius frowned, confused. "What?" he asked.

"Anything?"

"They were sort of friendly when they were in their seventh year. My mum told me," Rose said to him, "but that was ages ago."

"No." Al shook his head. "I don't know what the hell I saw, but it was not two people who hadn't been friends for over twenty years."

"What did you see?" Scorpius asked harshly.

"They were in your Dad's office. Your Dad was crying, and Aunt Hermione was holding him. It looked just like the two of you, holding each other. I swear. It was like deja vu."

"What?!" Rose and Scorpius both shouted.

"Were they kissing?" Scorpius asked, his skin several shades paler than normal.

"No," Albus said quickly, shaking his head. "She was comforting him, patting his back and holding him, but no nothing like that."

"Are you serious?" Rose asked, staring hard at Al. "Are you sure it was them?"

"Seriously?" Al asked, staring at her. "I know I'm not Head Boy, but I think I'm smart enough to know my own Aunt and best mate's dad. Aunt Hermione called him Draco."

"She lied to me. Straight to my face," Rose said softly, remembering her mother's words about Ginny. In an instant, Rose was off the bed, her feet carrying her back down the hallway. Scorpius was chasing after her, and Albus was following him. She could barely hear the sounds of their shoes hitting floor behind her. Her ears were pounding as blood rushed to her head. Her mother had lied to her. They had talked about the Malfoy's before. There had been opportunities for her mother to tell her. Why would she keep something like this from her? Were they just friends, or was there something worse going on? Was that why she had kept it from her own daughter? Rose had always trusted her mother, and now …

Now, her heart was shattered.

"Rose!" Scorpius shouted, and she stopped, turning to face him. She knew there were tears brimming in her eyes, but she just wiped them away. "Let Al go get them. We shouldn't ruin my grandmother's …" he choked on his words and stopped talking. Al nodded, clapping him on the back once, and left them behind.

He raced down the final staircase and found his father. "Dad!" He ran over to Harry Potter and grabbed his arm. "I need Draco and Hermione. Can you get them for me?"

Harry looked at Albus with a furrowed brow. "This is his mother's funeral."

"I know, but … if you don't, Rose is going to come in here and explode at them."

"What?" Harry looked concerned then, clearly worried about his niece.

"She and Scorpius are together. They've been terrified to tell anyone and I saw … I saw Mr. Malfoy and Aunt Hermione together today. They were … well …"

"Oh, shit, Al." Harry walked away quickly and found Hermione. He leaned in to her and whispered in her ear softly. She looked over at Al, nodded, and walked towards her nephew as Harry walked over to Draco to repeat the process. Draco leaned in to Astoria who nodded and pushed him away from the line softly. Once the two men had joined them, Al led the way out of the room and up the stairs. No one spoke as they walked. No one said anything at all.

They found Rose and Scorpius in a library near where Al had left them. Scorpius was sitting on a couch with his head between his legs, and Rose was holding her arms as she stared at the books. She turned as they entered, but was silent. Harry entered the room last and shut the door. "What is going on?" Draco asked his son, and Scorpius picked up his head and laughed coldly.

"You tell me, Dad."

"What do you mean?"

"Al saw you and Rose's mum in Grandfather's office." Hermione's hand flew to her mouth, and Draco stopped walking.

"What were you two doing?" Harry asked, looking between his best friend and the man he had come to accept and admire in some small ways.

"I was just …" Hermione looked at Draco, and he sighed.

"Are you cheating on Dad?" Rose asked quietly, but her words carried easily enough as the room froze and everyone waited.

The door opened as she spoke, and Astoria stepped into the room just as Hermione said, "No! I would never." She looked at Draco for support. "We would never do that."

"No," Draco agreed, shaking his head. "We're friends, that's it."

"Friends?" Rose said, disbelief in her voice.

"Yes. For a very long time. We thought it was best to keep it secret at first, and then we just kept it that way." Hermione's voice was calm and reassuring.

"It would have been a press nightmare. You don't understand what it was like back then. Your mother would never be where she is now if the Wizarding World thought she was friends with a Death Eater," Draco explained. "After so many years, it just became easy to keep it hidden, to have lunch at Muggle restaurants and to just not tell anyone."

Hermione looked back at her daughter. "I'm sorry, Rose. I should have told you."

"Should have told me?" Rose laughed, her voice growing tight.

"Yes, we clearly made the wrong choice." Draco agreed, his eyes sad as he watched Scorpius stare at him in disbelief. Astoria walked up behind him, putting her hand on her husband's back.

"The wrong choice?" Rose was an octave from shrieking now as tears rolled down her red face. "Do you two have any idea what you've put us through?"

"What?" Hermione and Draco watched her carefully, their faces turning from sorrow to confusion.

"Rose." Scorpius took a step towards her and took her hand. Hermione stared at their clasped hands.

"Rose, it's okay." Astoria left Draco and took a step towards her.

"You knew?" Rose asked her softly, the tears still flowing. "You knew they were friends? Did you know they wouldn't care?"

"I don't know if they will care, my dear, but I knew that they were friends." Astoria was speaking softly, as if she was trying to shield her words from reaching anyone but Rose. "Your father knows as well. We've always known."

"You knew that we …" Rose sobbed. "You knew, and you didn't tell us."

"I know. I'm so sorry," Astoria told her. "Scorpius hadn't told me yet that things had changed, but I saw it today, the way you looked at him during the ceremony."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked.

"Four months ago, I found Rose and Scorpius in bed together," she admitted after she turned to her husband, finally releasing that secret to him. Hermione stared at her, but didn't speak. "They weren't together at the time. I told him to end it or get together with her properly. It was my understanding that they chose the former option." She turned back to her son for confirmation.

"Things have changed," he admitted, and she nodded.

"I can see that."

"Rose …" Hermione took a step forward and Rose took a step back.

"No." Rose shook her head. "I've been fighting this all year. I've been trying so hard not to fall in love with him. I've been dreading telling you and Dad. I barely sleep because I worry that you won't want me with him, and I can't not be. I tried. It doesn't work. Even when I'm not with him, I'm still with him. What was I going to do if you and Dad insisted I couldn't date him? How would I tell you to shove off, because I know I can't stop being with him. We love each other, and we've been terrified to tell you, and this whole time you've been best mates with Mr. bloody Malfoy! I asked you, Mum! I asked you at Christmas, and you lied to me! You lied to me downstairs about why you came here!"

Hermione was crying now as well. "I know you did. I made a mistake. I knew it was the right time to tell you, and I didn't. I'm so, so sorry, Rose."

"No." Rose shook her head and pulled Scorpius hand, and they headed for the door.

"Rose." Her mother.

"Scorpius." And his.

They didn't stop, and no one moved to stop them beyond those two words, calling after them, chasing them up the stairs as Scorpius took the lead and led her back to that office where Al had seen their parents. He handed her floo powder, and they left the manor and their parents behind.

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Rose collapsed into Scorpius as soon as he followed her out of the fireplace at his flat. She was sobbing heavily, her makeup running down her face with thick tears. She was a mess, but he held her as she cried against him, until only her shoulders were heaving softly as her tears stopped flowing. He led her to his bedroom then. She mumbled something about washing her face and disappeared behind the bathroom door. Scorpius loosened his tie and took off the robes and shirt that was now drenched with her tears and makeup. He rifled through his drawer and pulled on a new undershirt as she rejoined him.

"Can I have one of those?" she asked softly, and he handed her one. She had cleaned her face, but she still looked lost. He helped her pull her dress over her head and tried to ignore the way her body made him feel as she slipped his shirt onto her. He kicked his shoes off and pulled her over to his bed, where he covered her with warm, soft blankets and held her. She pressed her forehead against his and kissed him softly, prolonging the inevitable moment when they would have to talk about what had happened.

"Rose," he said finally after they had laid together for nearly twenty minutes.

"Yes?" She looked up at him, and he pushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I have to go back."

"I know." She couldn't ask him to miss the end of his own grandmother's funeral, and she wouldn't love him nearly as much if he hadn't left her to be there.

"My dad … he'll probably want me to stay after and talk. I don't know when I'll be home."

She nodded and pressed her lips softly against his. "Go," she whispered. "I'll be fine."

"Okay, but Rose?"

"Mhmm?"

"Stay here with me tonight?"

"Yes." He leaned down to kiss her nose and reluctantly pulled away from her, climbed out of his bed, and headed to his closet to get clean robes. It was going to be a very long night.

Thank you for reading. I would love to hear what you think of this chapter!

XOXO

Meg