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 Twenty

The public acknowledgment that Scorpius and Rose were, in fact, dating happened on Platform 9 ¾ on the fourteenth of April. Rose pushed her way across the barrier and found his eyes almost immediately. He was standing with his mother and father talking, waiting for her. She walked as quickly as she could without looking ridiculous and wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her from the ground. Their lips met in a kiss that was way more chaste than either of them really wanted it to be. Scorpius set her back down and moved his mouth to her ear.

"You smell so good," he teased, and she felt a blush rise in her cheeks.

"You too." She forced herself to take a step back from him and put some room between them as her family walked up behind her. Her eyes moved between Scorpius' father and her mother. They were smiling at each other.

"Hermione." Draco took a few steps towards her, and Rose watched as he hugged her lightly.

"Hello, Draco." Her mother looked happy to be able to do this, to acknowledge her friend for the first time. It was hard for Rose to watch because it made her angry at her mother and happy for her at the same time. She was still struggling with everything that had happened over break, and she didn't really know when things would go back to normal.

"Harry asked if I wanted to do lunch next week. Would you like to join us?"

"I would love to." Hermione squeezed his hand and moved back to stand by Ron.

"Scorpius." Her father dipped his head in acknowledgment, and Scorpius reached his hand toward the older wizard.

"Mr. Weasley." Rose watched her father shake her boyfriend's hand and held in a laugh. This all just seemed crazy to her still.

"Rose, it's so wonderful to see you again, dear." Astoria held her arms out to her and pulled her into a hug. "I know you're going to be dreadfully busy after school is over, but once you've passed your N.E.W.T.s, Draco and I would love to take you and Scorpius to dinner." Rose felt her stomach flip flop as she wondered what his mother could want to chat about at dinner. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't a big deal. They probably wanted to get to know her, but her parent's ideas about the Malfoy's stuck in her brain.

"That would be great," Rose told her, forcing a smile.

"We should get going, Rose." Scorpius took her hand, and she nodded.

"Love you," she told her parents, as she let him lead her to the train. "We could've stayed for a couple more minutes," she said once they were safely inside, and she was following him.

"No, we couldn't." He pulled her into an empty compartment, waved his wand to force the curtains over the window, and locked the door. He was on her in the next instant, his hands moving up her body. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, pulling her tighter against him. Rose moaned and moved to push the backs of his legs against the seat. He dropped down onto it, and she followed him, placing her knees on either side of his hips.

Scorpius moved his hands down below the hem of her skirt and reached beneath the fabric. Rose felt his fingers push aside the soft layer of cotton beneath it and then slide inside of her. "Fuck." She hissed against his mouth. She was already ready for him. She hadn't felt him touching her like this in over two weeks.

Scorpius moved his mouth to her ear as his thumb moved over the bundle of nerves that made her fall against his chest. He could hear her breathing heavily already. "We shouldn't do this," he whispered, but she could feel his smile against her skin.

In response, Rose moved her hands down his body and fumbled with his belt until it fell open. She unbuttoned his trousers as he chuckled, and she pulled her head back to glare at him. He leaned in to nibble at her bottom lip, and she forgot to be annoyed. Scorpius pulled his free hand down to his open trousers to pull his cock free of his pants. Rose whimpered as she felt his soft skin against her thigh.

She missed him. She missed the way her body reacted to his and the incredible way he felt against her. More than anything, she missed the feeling of utter closeness she got when he slid into her and made her heart constrict inside of her chest. Rose pulled her hips up, and Scorpius pulled his hand away from her center as she found his tip and teasingly slid down an inch and then back up.

She was hot and wet, and he wasn't bloody waiting any longer. Both of his hands found her hips, and he jerked up as he pushed them down. She shouted out at the sensation of him filling her, but he caught the noise with his mouth, and she tangled her fingers deep in his hair as she began to bounce. After feeling so many emotions, both good and bad, over the past two weeks it felt so right to get lost in each other and forget that they had things to figure out.

Scorpius' thumb slid back down her body to add slight swirls over that bundle of nerves to her bouncing, and she freed her lips from his mouth to hide her face in his shoulder. "Fuck," she whispered.

"I love you," he whispered back, before kissing her neck, biting at the skin there.

"I love you," she replied, her voice barely able to push the words out as her body began to tense. Scorpius's fingers dug into one hip as he continued his work.

"Red …" He moaned his pet name for her, the one she had despised for so long, and she lost all control. She felt her walls seize around him as pleasure pulsed through her, and she bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. Scorpius bucked his hips up as she came, desperate for his own release which began a minute later. Rose fell against him, sated and barely able to think straight. Her knees were aching, and her blood was pounding in her ears.

"We are never going that long again," Scorpius told her. He was barely holding her onto him, as he leaned back against the seat.

"Never," she agreed.

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After their return to Hogwarts, a sense of quiet panic seemed to take over the seventh years. Each of them was lost in the motions of the work they all had to do. Even the students that weren't taking extra courses were seen in the library or quietly huddled in a chair with a book most of the time. Several of the seventh year prefects had begun to complain about the "obnoxious" behaviour of the younger students. When Scorpius and Rose had taken precious time out of their studying schedules to investigate, they had found nothing out of the ordinary. Instead, most of the seventh years seemed to have lost their sense of humour and ability to look past June when their N.E.W.T.s would be long behind them.

Scorpius and Rose had started studying together again. The school knew they were dating. This was something they had never announced, but which had slowly spread as more and more people had seen them holding hands or Scorpius leaning in to kiss her softly below her ear before they parted to eat dinner. They both found their fellow students to be increasingly nosy as information spread. They were constantly dodging questions of varying appropriateness. Because of this, Scorpius had told Albus he was going back to studying in the Head's Library, and Rose had joined him.

She and Alice were doing better. They were both excited about the move at the end of the year, and Alice seemed to be in better sorts since their visit to the flat. Something about it had changed her and brought back a little bit of her old self, and Rose was glad. She and her friends took advantage of meal times to catch each other up on anything that was new, and then they went their separate ways. They all had study schedules and partners that they were practising with for N.E.W.T.s. Rose knew there was a light at the end of the tunnel, but it was growing harder and harder not to let the exhaustion of the work they were doing bring her down.

In a turn of events that they probably should have predicted, Professor Longbottom had called them into his office four days after they had returned to discuss their 'relationship.' Rose had blushed and barely said a word, while Scorpius had looked horrified and uncomfortable. Professor Longbottom didn't seem to know anything for sure, and they had denied anything 'physical' was happening that he should be concerned about, but they hadn't been able to properly snog for three days without one of them pulling back, shaking their head, and murmuring something about Professor Longbottom making it weird.

The hiatus hadn't lasted long, and within a week, Rose was spending most nights curled into Scorpius on his bed during the few hours they were both sleeping. The first night, she had been worried that the Headmaster would somehow know, and they would be expelled or forbidden from taking their N.E.W.T.s, but nothing seemed to have changed.

At the end of April, Alice received a letter with the post. Poppy had been talking animatedly about the job offer she had received from Witch Weekly the day before when the letter fell onto Alice's biscuit. None of them had really paid it much attention until Alice's hands had started shaking. Rose watched them as Alice pushed the letter into her bag and reached up to smooth her hair as her fingers trembled. Rose wanted to ask what it had been, but she held her tongue.

Things were better.

She didn't need to know.

Things were better.

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Albus found her in the library near the end of April. He knew exactly where she studied every day, and he had been working up the courage for weeks to talk to her. He wanted to say so many things, but in reality, he imagined he would barely fumble through the first couple of times.

It still hurt to see her leaned over a book, her long hair pulled back, small strands falling onto her neck, and not be able to touch the skin exposed above her shoulder with his fingers as he kissed her cheek. It had been nearly four months since she had told him about James. He could look at her now without feeling the stab of anger and betrayal that had nestled in his chest for so long. It still hurt, but now it was loss and longing for something that had never been, the future he had wanted with her.

He took the final steps towards her table and placed a hand on the chair across from her. "Can I sit here?" he asked, and she looked up. Her mouth was open in a small circle, her eyebrows raised as she stared. She looked around, as if she was expecting him to be asking someone else, and then her eyes fell back on him.

"Yeah, sure," she rubbed at her shoulder as he took his seat.

He crossed his arms and cleared his throat as she stared. "I … uh … wanted to talk."

"Oh, yeah. Okay." She set her quill down on her notes, and he watched as ink dripped off the end onto her notes. She didn't seem to notice as she watched his face.

"I wanted to say … I'm sorry … for my part in it and for making you feel the way I did."

"No, Albus, no you shouldn't ever have to …"

"I know," he cut into her words. "I know that, but I know what I said hurt you, and I know now that when we got together … you weren't really ready, and I pushed harder that I should have."

"You didn't know. You had no idea. I should have …" She trailed off, and he nodded.

"Yeah. We should've done a lot of things differently, but there isn't really anything we can do about it now." He shrugged and stared at the books behind her.

"I'm sorry, also," Alice said after a long silence. "I know it's not enough, but I really never wanted you to be hurt. I wanted to … I wanted it to be you," she said this last part so softly that he barely heard her, but he did hear her. He clenched his hands, the tips of his fingers dug into his arms.

"Are you and …" Albus stopped talking and looked down at his lap, ashamed that he was even asking this.

"I ran into him at Christmas for a few minutes, and he sent me a letter. It was a couple weeks ago. I haven't answered." She was still talking in that low voice, and Albus was grateful because even her whispers about James sounded like drums in his head.

"Okay." He wanted to tell her that he was okay with it, that she should go ahead and answer him. He really wanted to, but he couldn't. A lump formed in his throat, and he couldn't push the words past it, so he cleared his throat again and pulled out his Defense notes.

They spent the rest of the afternoon silently working across the table from each other.

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By the third week of May, Rose was losing her mind. She wasn't sleeping more than four or five hours a night, and the pile of work on their large table seemed to be growing by the hour. Every day, it seemed her professors were coming up with something new that needed to be mastered for their N.E.W.T.s. True to their name, the preparation for the exam was proving to be nastily exhausting. Rose wanted, no, needed a break, and she knew Scorpius did too. They had started snapping at each other like they had before any of this had started, and she hated it. She knew they were both tired, but that knowledge didn't make it hurt any less.

It was after one of these moments, when Rose had corrected Scorpius without his request for correction, and he had indeed snapped at her, that Rose decided they were done with work. "This isn't working," she sighed. "Were both so tense that we won't be able to cast anything come June, let alone pass our exams."

Scorpius let out a frustrated noise and stepped towards her. "I'm sorry." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I know you're trying to help."

"We need a break, Scor."

"I can't take a break. I have to get this right," he grumbled. He was still struggling with some of the harder self-transfigurations.

"Maybe some time away from it is just what you need."

"What do you have in mind?" The corner of his mouth curved up into a grin, and Rose laughed.

"Not that, but I was thinking we break the rules a bit."

"Break the rules? But, Mrs. Weasley, that is hardly appropriate." He looked at her in mock indignation while she rolled her eyes at him.

"Nothing too crazy, but something to blow off some steam."

"Go on." His arms snaked around her body, and he pulled her in. She inhaled the familiar and comforting scent that was so much him as her arms snaked up around his shoulders.

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Three hours later their little library hideaway had been invaded by their friends. Alice, Poppy, Tamsyn, Albus, Darius, and Euan were all sitting around their fireplace, butterbeers in hand. Small bowls of snacks were spread around the carpet. This was very much against Headmaster Longbottom's whole not a hangout for their friends thing, but they honestly didn't care. They all needed to relax just as much as Rose and Scorpius, and this was a space they could do that.

In the grand scheme of things, Rose didn't really think having their friends over was really that terrible in the hierarchy of rules they had broken that year. Having sex at Hogwarts had to be on that list somewhere, and she was sure that the Headmaster would be much more disappointed in them for that then for having a couple butterbeers with their friends.

Rose was settled between Scorpius' legs as he leaned against her blue armchair. The past month of being able to touch him in public, kiss him softly in the hall, hold his hand as they walked, and smile stupidly at him in class had been incredible. She loved this moment more than she had ever thought she would. She could feel his warmth behind her as his thumb swirled lazy circles at her waist just under her shirt.

Poppy was lounging across from them on the green armchair while Euan leaned against it beneath her. Albus was sitting as far from Alice as he could. She was near Rose and Scorpius, and he was near the fire with Tamsyn and Darius. Things had gotten better between the ex-couple, but they were still merely cordial. Alice had rushed into Rose's room to tell Rose about Albus coming to sit with her in the library. She had cried again, but this time, she had been smiling. Rose hugged her again, and she had whispered silent thanks to the universe for whatever had made Albus decide to forgive Alice and start fixing the brokenness between them. Since that day, things had been tense, but they were both trying. They could be in the same space, and that seemed to be good enough for them for now.

"Do you guys remember the time Rose transfigured Scorpius' shoes into rats when we were at the Burrow to swim?" Poppy asked the room, and laughter erupted from everyone but Scorpius, who just scowled.

"That wasn't even that good," he insisted.

"You screamed like a little girl!" Rose pulled her elbow back to nudge him in the stomach, and he shoved it away playfully.

"I did not."

"You totally did mate," Albus agreed. "Then you put that portable swamp in her room."

Rose turned to glare at Scorpius. That had not been a pleasant surprise to wake up to the next morning.

Scorpius cleared his throat to cover a grin. "That was the weekend we snuck that Veritaserum, and Euan admitted his undying love for Poppy's arse," Euan smiled appreciatively at Poppy, who actually blushed.

"Are you blushing?!" Tamsyn asked loudly, and Poppy shook her head.

"No! Of course not!"

"What are you hiding, Poppy?" Alice asked with a grin, and Darius snorted. Everyone turned to look at him, and Euan glared.

"Don't you dare."

"It was two years ago, come on guys." Darius shook his head at Poppy and Euan.

"Oh, fine." Poppy rolled her eyes and avoided their stares. "I let Euan feel up my arse a bit that night. And … we snogged."

"What?!"

"Two years ago?!"

"You never told us!"

"What?!"

"And, this is why we never told any of you gits." Euan took a drink of his butterbeer.

"You little liars," Scorpius joked. "It's like we don't even know you at all."

"Oh, yeah, because you have room to talk about anyone keeping secrets," Euan retorted.

"If any of you tell Aaron, I'll slap you," Poppy promised, her finger pointing around the room at each of them in turn.

"Do you remember Rowan that night?" Darius asked. "What a fucking wanker."

Rose felt Scorpius harden behind her, and she leaned further back into him, letting the back of her head rest on his shoulder.

"Was that the night he wouldn't shut up about that stupid camp he got into? Merlin, I wanted to punch him," Albus told them all.

"Yeah. We kept trying to find out stuff about him and Rose, and he just kept talking about how incredible he is at Quidditch," Darius said.

"We should have known then." Euan shook his head at Rose, as if to apologise.

"Well, as delightful as Rowan is …" Alice said, with a tense edge to her voice. "Maybe we can talk about something else."

"Anything else," Tamsyn agreed.

"I took a job at Witch Weekly!" Poppy told the boys, and Rose relaxed, smiling at her friend. Poppy winked at her and turned to tell Euan about her column.

"Are you okay?" Alice asked Rose. Rose shrugged.

"I'm fine. Scorpius might not be." She turned her body so that she could see her boyfriend, and he mimicked her movement, pulling his shoulders up and letting them fall.

"Whatever."

"I don't think any of them realize just what he did …"

"No," Rose agreed. "No one told them. They all think he's an arse anyway. It's fine."

"What are you doing after graduation, Alice?" Scorpius asked, and she smiled broadly.

"I was accepted into the Healer Training program at St. Mungo's pending my N.E.W.T.s results."

"That will be great," he told her, and she nodded.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

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The night before their N.E.W.T.s, Rose and Scorpius were in the same familiar place, their library, but she was done with studying. She was done with spells, and wrist movements, and potion ingredients, and runes, and numbers, and plants, and turning things into other things. They were going to pass, or they were not. An odd sense of calm had rolled over her that day, burying itself into her skin. She'd received a letter from her parents with a bit of her favourite chocolate.

There isn't anything you could possibly do to make us prouder of you. Sending all the love in the world.

And they were right. She was already so much. She had already achieved so much. She already knew so much. She was going to be fine. They were going to be fine. She and Scorpius had lived and breathed this stuff for seven years. They knew it. It was part of them. Magic was a reflex to her, something that lived inside of her and simply needed her to allow it out.

So, that last night before their N.E.W.T.s began, she had decided to forget about studying, and ignore her books, and enjoy the night with her boyfriend, the boy she was in love with. The very last boy she had ever imagined could ever take her life after Rowan and put her back together.

When she had come back to their library after dinner, Scorpius had been buried in his Arithmancy notes. He had looked up at her with tired eyes. "Hey, Red."

Instead of joining him at the table after dinner, Rose had moved over to the rug in front of the fire. She hadn't said a word as he watched her, confused. She'd given him a silly grin and reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled up on the cotton and felt it slide over her face. She'd pulled it free, and by the time her eyes found his again, he was looking much more awake.

When her fingers found the button of her trousers, he was grinning widely in appreciation. She pushed them down her legs and tossed them to the side. She tried to smile suggestively, but this made Scorpius groan, as he stood to walk towards her. "We should be studying." His voice was laced with reprimand, but his hands were already reaching for her.

"I'm done studying," she said. Her fingers reached behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps slid easily down her arms. She held it out from her body and dropped it to the floor. "But, if you think you need to continue, don't let me distract you." She couldn't help but laugh at the incredulous look he gave her as his finger finally grazed over her skin.

"If I ever pass up a chance to be distracted by you, you better take me St. Mungo's." He had dropped his face to hers, and their lips had met.

An hour later they were lying in his bed, a tangle of limbs under his sheets. Rose rolled onto her stomach to kiss his right shoulder softly, as his left arm moved beneath his head. Rose knew that she and Scorpius needed to talk more about what their future looked like. She needed to do more than say she wasn't ready for more yet, and he needed to be honest about what he really wanted instead of just going along with what she said, but she didn't really want to have the conversation. Preparing for N.E.W.T.s had made it easy to push it off and not think about the things her parents had brought up during the most awkward conversation of her life.

"Scor…" she started to speak, and he looked over at her. He was perfect. He'd always known exactly what to say, what she needed to hear in nearly every situation, but she felt like maybe there was another layer hiding beneath all of that, a layer that wanted things he wasn't asking for. "Are you happy?"

"Are you serious?" He chuckled, and his chest vibrated under her.

"I mean … okay, I know you're happy now, but you asked me to move in with you, and I said no."

"It's fine. You're going to stay over all the time anyway. It was just an idea." He shrugged off the topic, but she wasn't deterred.

"But, you wanted me to say yes?"

"Of course, I did."

"What would your parents think about it? If I had said yes?" Her mother seemed convinced that they Malfoy's would be very traditional. Traditional didn't mean shacking up with your girlfriend.

"Why does it matter?"

"Because they are your parents, and you love them." If their Easter break had taught Rose anything, it was that her parents were human, but that didn't make her love them any less. She was sure Scorpius felt the same way about his.

"They don't make my decisions for me."

"But, you want them to be happy? Don't you want them to support you?"

"They will support me."

"My mum … she seems to think that your parents are going to want us to …" She pulled back from him, sliding her legs underneath her to sit up. She pulled the sheet up with her, folded under her arms.

"Get married?" he asked, and she nodded. "Can you even say it? Do you even think about it?"

"I don't know. I just think about this right now." She motioned between the two of them. "I think about Auror training, and I don't see marriage fitting into the next few years."

"Okay." His voice was tense, and she felt that force hiding behind his words, that part of him that he kept at bay. "After that?"

"I just don't really think about it."

"Fine."

"What?" she pushed.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"It seems like you aren't saying something. It seems like there is a lot you don't say," she told him softly.

"You don't think about it. It's fine." It was clear that it was not actually fine at all.

"Scorpius …"

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me. I want you to be happy."

"I am happy. I told you that I was happy. I want to be with you, and I am."

"But,"

"Rose, just drop it," he snapped and moved to get out of bed.

"No," she told him. Her voice shook, but she knew they needed this. He needed to tell her the truth. He pulled on pants from his dresser, his back to her. "I need to know what you want. The real truth, not what you think I want to hear."

Scorpius turned, and for the first time in a long time, she saw his anger clear and directed right at her. "What do you want me to say? That I love what my parents have? That I want that? That I don't need you to want to marry me today, but it would be nice if it were something you were thinking about happening at some point? That it sucks that I'm left paying for mistakes that someone else made over and over again? That I hate that every decision you make about me isn't really about me, it's about him? He is there in every hesitation, pulling you away from me, and I hate it. I feel like I'm constantly fighting with Rowan Fucking Wood for you, and that is shit. That is total and utter shit, Rose, and I fucking hate it."

"He's not …"

"He is." Scorpius tried to control his voice, but it was still hard. She had broken something, some filter that he had been keeping on his words, his actions, and to some extent his own thoughts, and he had no idea how to put it back. "I'm not him. I've never done anything to lead you to believe I would ever be like him."

"Well, neither did he until he was sitting on my couch telling me he'd done it."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Scorpius clenched his fists. "You cannot honestly think that I would ever …"

"No, no, I don't, Scorpius, I don't. That isn't what I meant."

"They why are you always trying to protect yourself from me? I love you. I don't give a shit about any other girls. You're it. This is the shit you don't want to hear, because it will scare the crap out of you, but this is the endgame for me. I do think about next year, and ten years from now, and fifty years from now, and you are there. Every time. I want you to be mine for all of it. I want to marry you, and I do want to have a family with you one day."

"We're only eighteen years old!"

"I don't care, Rose. Your parents fell in love when they were eighteen. Mine got married at nineteen. It's not that fucking crazy. Last year you wanted this with him. Why can't you even see yourself wanting it with me at some point in the future?"

"You …" she stuttered, tears streaming down her face as she tried to find the words. "I thought I loved him, Scor. I … compared to what I feel about you … nothing. He was nothing. What could you do to me? What if you left?"

Scorpius crossed the room to the bed and was in front of her in moments. He pushed his hands into her hair and crashed his lips onto hers, tasting her tears. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm never going anywhere."

"Promise me," she sobbed, desperate.

"Rose, I promise. I'm never leaving. We can figure everything else out as we go." He didn't care that he'd just been inside of her or that he had just started getting dressed. Rose let the sheet fall away and pulled him down with her. N.E.W.T.s was the furthest thing from his mind as he moved over her. He was going to have her over and over until she forced him to stop so they could both get some sleep.

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

XOXO

Meg