We're having some mature scenes, which you will probably not like, but the story needs it. I have no beta so if or when you are annoyed by any faults let me know, I'll try and correct it.

Chapter 12.

~*Hiding in plain sight.*~

Scorpius walked through Knock Turn Alley, he had his hooded robes pulled over his head, he memorised the address, he tried to blend into the shadow, fortunately this side of Wizarding London was badly lit. He watched the house he had to enter, there wasn't another soul in sight, he felt shifty, he tried to keep his cool. No one was to recognise him. He crossed the alley swiftly as light footed as he could, shivers running down his spine. It wasn't the cold so much, April nights were fairly chilly, being here what he set out to do.

He knocked on the door, tapping it with his wand uttering charms, lifting the wards as he was instructed. The door opened, revealing a dark mouldy corridor, as soon as he closed the door behind him, the corridor transformed to a more pleasant lit hallway.

"Hello, Scorpius, please come through." A deep voice said.

Scorpius walked into the back room, a nice warm fire and comfortable chairs stood in front of the orange illuminated fire place. "Cadet Malfoy, reporting for duty, Sir." He stood as rigid as a pole.

"Oh, at ease, Scorpius." Ron said with warmth in his voice. He liked the Malfoy spawn, the boy turned out to be a good one, he could see why his daughter took a shine to this one. The man's determination and perseverance making him a good candidate for what Ron had in mind. "Are you ready to meet your new identity?" He asked solemnly. He knew perfectly well that this was a difficult thing, moving around in a foreign body, avoiding relatives and friends for months on end, following suspects, infiltrating into alien wizard groups, yes even going rogue sometimes, balancing between playing along and immersing one self to the point where he couldn't distinguish himself anymore. Here he was asking another to take on the same dangers and walking the fine line between evil and good. He looked at the blond austere boy, nineteen, he was so young, maybe he shouldn't ask this of him. Ronald felt conflicted, he saw a hunger and fire burn, which he regrettably had lost quite some time now. However he still had grit to continue.

"So? Who am I transforming to?" Scorpius asked him, disturbing Ron in his silence.

"Oh, yes, here it is." Ron grabbed a scroll from a pile, rolling it out, a mousy dark brown, haired man looked right at Scorpius. He was depicted in various poses and walks, he moved in the pictures. "Study these and try to acquaint yourself with his mannerisms, even your own walk can give you away." He peered at the blond. "You're posture is quite regal, it is a dead giveaway, it oozes Malfoy." He voiced, he was so familiar with the Malfoy gait.

"Oh, right, I wasn't aware that it was..." Scorpius never gave his Malfoy family line a second thought, it wasn't like his father told him to mind his manners or behave a certain way. He guessed he was a chip of the old block, behaving like his father did. It was they way the other wizard said it, making him aware of some ongoing feud. He looked at the red haired next to him, the twinkling in his eyes reminded him of the woman he loved, he had the same mischievousness in them. He even held his hands the same as she did. Heck the man was right, some mannerisms were genetical or copied he wasn't sure what it was, nature or nurture. "I'll make sure I discard them." He promised.

"Uhm, that's not what you should be doing at all." Ronald pinched the bridge of his nose. "You should treat the walk like an actor would, your alter ego walks and talks a certain way, but you mustn't loose your own, because it is what makes you Scorpius Malfoy and you will be setting foot in your world as well, you need to show your face."

"This is going to be difficult." Scorpius sighed. He never anticipated changing into another would be this tiresome.

"Yeah, I know, but it can be done, you should practice and try it out." He shoved a pile of clothes towards Scorpius and sat down in front of the fire.

This and more brought Scorpius to go and visit St. mungo's at lunch time, dressed and polyjuiced into his alter ego Oscar Montrose. He apparated into a side street, slowly walking into the main street, trying his careful steps, blending in with the people on the pavement, he practised walking in crowds before, his presence in the here and now aimed at confronting an intimate acquaintance. He loitered on the cobbled street. A few patients walked in and out of the large building, visitors stood outside or accompanied discharged patients.

A small group of young witches and wizards, dressed in dark blue and white robes, exited the structure, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. A red head with a neat ponytail stood out. She'd stood out anywhere, her presence illuminating her surroundings. To Scorpius she always lit up. He noticed some fine lines around her mouth and a somewhat quiet gaze in her eyes. He followed her line of vision, her mannerism halted, she became somewhat rigid. She appeared to be shifty, nervous almost, whereas she had been giddy when she walked with her fellow students.

Ciaran! That utter fucker off a boyfriend of hers. His mouth set into a frowning line. Lips pressed together. His eyes set stern.

He didn't like to see her happy, it suddenly dawned on Scorpius, he resented her having fun with her healer friends.

"Rose?!" He beckoned her.

The red haired, waved good bye to her friends and reluctantly walked over to her boyfriend. As she neared him she stood on her toes pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Reaching her hands behind his neck, interlacing her fingers, pressing her form into his.

Ciaran didn't budge.

"Hey, baby, wanna grab lunch?" She sighed, a soft smile on her lips not quite reaching her eyes. When unfamiliar with her it looked like she was in love with him, Scorpius knew better, she tried too hard.

"Mmm..." Ciaran sounded thoroughly displeased. His arm went around her back his other stayed in his trouser pocket, he pulled her in, kissing her on her mouth, deepening the kiss, right there on the pavement in front of her healer peers. Scorpius felt disgusted.

When he broke the kiss, Rose glanced back at her friends, feeling totally elated by what happened, her cheeks reddened showing her awkwardness. "Where are you taking me?" She sweetly asked, stepping back into his immediate closeness.

"Where do you think, baby, I'm taking you back to our flat and enjoy our lunch break there." He said not soft enough making others overhear them. Scorpius had trouble taking his bluntness in, his fists clenched. The nerve off that prick,telling her he was going to fuck her in front of her fellow students, Scorpius felt nothing but contempt for the imperceptive individual. He walked over to them, bumping into Ciaran, apologising to Rose as he stumped off.

Rose watched the man that bumped into them, he had watched them too long to bump into them involuntary. There was something familiar about him. She wrecked her brain trying to put her finger on it, he wasn't a spouse off one off her patients, somehow she remembered them well. Dark cropped hair, a stocky statue, frumpish robes, no for the life of her could she place this man in her memories. Before she could give the matter another thought she felt Ciaran pull her closer and apparated them to their shared accommodations. As soon as they set foot into their flat he had Rose pinned to the wall, invading her mouth with his tongue, his hands went under her navy blouse, squeezing her pert breasts. He feverishly kissed her, stepping between her legs, rubbing his groin into hers.

Rose broke the kiss, "We should continue this in our bedroom." She stated.

"Hhmmm, you're spoiling the fun here." Ciaran said heatedly, he wanted to ravish her against the wall, lifting her up, letting her sink over his length, he could picture them going at it like starving bunnies. Hell he still would, she didn't get to tell him how he had her.

"You embarrassed me today..." Rose tried, before Ciaran, latched on to her collarbone.

"What?!" Ciaran cocked his eyebrow, she dared to challenge him?

"Yes, well, I ehm, don't like to display affections like that?" She made a mistake she knew that, challenging him wasn't a good idea.

Ciaran, nuzzled her, peppering her with small kisses, she smelt so good, she tasted even more divine. Her elegance and beauty mesmerised him, her surname brought even more appeal to her overall appearance. "There were males there, they have to know you're with me." He murmured in her neck, he started to unbutton her blouse, kissing her neck, bunching up her skirt, sliding his fingers under her crotch, lifting her up. "Mmm, so nice, you want it I can feel it, have you discarded that anti-pregnancy potion yet?" He kissed her again, letting her slide over him. Oh yess, good, this was so good.

He didn't notice Rose going rigid as he mentioned the anti-pregnancy potion, he was so enthralled with fucking her against the wall as he wished per se.

Rose didn't answer him she thought about a certain blond, whenever Ciaran fucked her , her mind would go to the one and only love she had, she never said his name not even in her head, she was afraid she'd say his name in her dreams. Ciaran, grunted in her ear as he humped her, her shoulder blades bruised as he slammed into her, she had not much flesh on her bones, she lost considerable weight.

Scorpius walked back to the safe house in Knock Turn Alley, Rose on his retina, horror in her eyes as Ciaran forced himself upon her with her friends nearby. He'd lost his cool back there, it was a mistake showing up as his alter ego. He could kick himself, he fumed as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head. He hastened his steps almost running, slowing again as he neared the house. He loitered there scouting his surroundings, blending into the back ground, it was imperative he went inside unseen. He looked around, no one was there, not even at up stairs windows, the alley was deserted, he darted over and slipped inside the building. He closed the door behind him, leaning against the inside with his back to the wooden panel. He so wanted to slump down to the flagstone floor but he pulled himself together.

"How did you fare?" A deep voice sounded as another red haired walked i to the corridor. Clear blue eyes sized him up. Ronald Weasley auror and his captain.

"I guess it went fine." Scorpius peeled himself from the door, walking towards the older gent.

"Encountered anyone?" The red haired quirked his brow, his blues scrutinising the mousy haired.

"Yeah." Scorpius sighed did he ever. "Rose, I went to St. Mungo's." He answered as cool as he could muster.

"Rose?" He knew all right but wasn't saying anything he'd let the blond wallow in it. "Did you two make contact, did she suspect anything?" Ronald leaned against the doorframe as Scorpius shed his cloak.

"Nuh, she looked right at me." Her clear green eyes, penetrated his, something flashed inside them. Recognition, uncertainty, he could almost hear her brain setting wheels in motion. "No, she had no idea." He lied to his captain. He'd be gone most of the time anyway, Rose and he would be separated, he'd be up north in Edinburgh, magical society was rather expanded up there. The many mazes consisting of medieval alleys and dungeons harboured secret societies, both Muggle and Wizard. He wasn't a stranger there, his father brought him there often enough, their Manor situated in the Highlands. He loved the atmosphere and banter, he could sample some fine Whiskeys.

Ronald didn't quite believe the blond, he acted shifty their eyes didn't meet. Fortunately the blond would be staying in another part of the country. Rose recognising him up to a point was bad, he couldn't be allowed to encounter her again in this state, his daughter was too observatory. She was her mothers daughter all right. Ronald would venture out with his alter ego, he had multiple, he'd always try his new ones out on her, she never failed him. Hermione was a sharp cookie. Scorpius played a dangerous game but he understood why he went over to her, confirming what Ron had suspected all along. The young man was in love with his daughter even when they used to hex each other back at Hogwarts. A thine line, love and hate, he knew that, making mistakes himself when he was younger.

"I think you'll be alright to go to Edinburgh tonight, is there someone you need to owl?" Ronald asked him, letting the matter concerning Rose die out.

"Yeah I have a letter I want to send to Lily." Scorpius didn't look Ron in the eye when he said it. He had sex with her a couple of days ago, it was their mutual agreement they would keep their whatever it was on the back burner. They could both see other people. Scorpius needed to send her a letter, telling her he didn't want to her to feel used because she did make him feel good. The girl was in her last year of Hogwarts for fucks sake, she had the world laid out before her, he wasn't sure when he would be back in town. Oh fuck what a mess. Scorpius closed his eyes and groaned, yeah a letter would be best, telling her she should pursue others. She was a sweet little thing, fiery no to messed with but sweet all the same.

Rose pulled her clothes from the floor, she followed its trail feeling ashamed, her clothes lay there discarded in the corridor leading to their bed room. Ciaran al ready left, he had a one o' clock appointment with her mother. Rose pinched the bridge of her nose, she donned her brassiere, her blouse and picked her skirt up and found her knickers near the front door. She slipped her foot inside and pulled it up. She glanced in the mirror, she looked ravaged, no she felt picked apart, chewed on and spat out. Her mascara smeared, her lips swollen. Fuck she hated herself. Ciaran had done a right angry job on her. She righted her clothes, held her wand uttered a glamour charm, concealing a bite on her collar and a hickey below her ear. Love making he called it because as he stated, loved her to bits. He wanted a baby with her, as if she wanted that, ditching her contraception potion. As if she would. Not in a million years.

The reason she let him do this to her? Well she needed him to forget the one she loved, but couldn't have. It was a purgatory thing with her, playing the meek little thing with him, it was because she let him believe she was that kind of girl. She held him in low regard, putting her hair back in its ponytail, her clear green eyes, perfectly penciled back to glory, yes she would keep him a bit longer until she graduated and then she'd move on. She hated he had close connections to her mother, hell it probably was the sole reason he kept her and yes because she was a good fuck, she didn't doubt that side. She grew up fast this past year. Rose applied lip gloss, smacked her lips and apparated back to her work place.