I know it's been a while, not abandoning this or my other one, need to think how to move the story into the next chapter.

Chapter 13.

~*Dark Stuff*~

"You're so beautiful..." His voice sounded coarse. Scorpius caressed her cheek with his thumb. His secret girl friend lay blissfully asleep next to him. He watched her slumbering peacefully for quite some time now, he blew softly against her face, trying to wake her up. Failing miserably, she scrunched her nose, mumbled something and shifted her naked form. Both her hands tucked under her cheek. Ethereal, the best thing ever, they wasted so much time fighting, bickering, competing, but he had her now.

Rose opened her eyes as she felt his calloused skin against hers. This exactly what she wanted, she woke up, stretching her limbs leisurely. She smiled as she peered into stormy grey eyes. Watching him lean over her, pressing his lips against hers. Planting a soft kiss on her mouth, inhaling his sleepy scent, she revelled in it, the chance didn't present itself often, he lived in Slytherin house and she in Gryffindor. Sneaking away near on impossible, let alone sleep over. Never mind morning breath, his tongue inside her mouth simply heavenly.

Rose moved her hands behind his neck, pulling herself closer to him, lining herself up against Scorpius, her bare breasts against his pecs, feeling his hard-on pressing against her hip. Her nipples hardening as contact was made between them.

Scorpius hummed in her mouth as she lazily reciprocated his soft muscle. Oh fuck, her nipples poked his chest, he spilled pre cum against her hip. He nudged her legs, putting his knee between her legs as he pushed her on to her back. Moving his other leg between her knees, nudging his length against her wet entrance. So slick and ready for him, he kept on nudging without invading her, teasing her.

Rose gasped, feeling his knob pressing her labia aside. He moved his mouth downwards, peppering her neck with small kisses, cupping her breast with his hand, supporting his weight with his other. "Mmmm, so delicious." He moaned as he latched on to her raised flesh, swirling his tongue around it, gently pulling it.

Rose marvelled at his touch, arcing her back, "Please, more..." Her voice urgent with need.

Scorpius moved to her other areola, lapping her skin with his tongue, leaving a wet trace, blowing wind against her wet teat, goosebumps appeared.

Rose hissed between her teeth, she felt pleasure ripple back to her spine and core. He knew what she liked, they didn't need words to instruct one another, it simply happened. Her nails scraped his back, she couldn't reach anything, she let him please her, he didn't want anything else from her, her pleasure was his. She could be as selfish as she could with him.

He moved his mouth further south, leaving a wet trail leading down to her pubic area, he pried her lips apart, her scent beckoning him, he suckled her nub, lapped her cum and moved up in one go kissing her on her mouth as he sheathed himself in one go. His hardened rod gliding inside her, her warmth enveloping him.

"Yesss!" Rose cried out as he hit her cervix, digging her nails further into his back.

Scorpius stayed still, watching her face, her hair fanned out on her pillow, her dreamy eyes peering in his. Gyrating his hips slightly, she liked that, building up friction. Being inside her, connected moving as one entity, filled him with so more than joy. This what he wanted for all time, it couldn't become better, only worse.

Scorpius woke up with a jolt, it just became the worst, being without her, lying here in an empty bed. He always dreamed the same dream. His surroundings felt alien even after six months here, the dingy smallish room, faded wall paper, brownish floorings, damp smelling surroundings. Dreary didn't even do it justice it was far worse. All for a good cause her mused, the auror squad was on a hot trail leading to a group trying to get a hold of dark artefacts. Scorpius opened up a shop in the Wizard part of Edinburgh, access through a passageway leading to Mary King's Close. His housing located in the upstairs rooms.

His flat was in a dilapidated state, the only decent thing being the bathroom, he expanded it inside a ward robe, the large grey flagstone flooring cemented in a modern Muggle style, the one and only indulge he had, showering in the morning and evening, white clean tiles against the walls, power shower and Turkish steam bath cabin, he was a Malfoy. No use renouncing his pedigree, he had standards even when they weren't that refined lately. Lucius would slap him on the wrist for living like this surely, hell he loved his Grand dad, he and his Grandmother Cissy were dear to him, he'd probably visit them in France when he had free time. They moved there when his father married Hermione, there was no love lost between them and her, Scorpius could take the twins and make it a small family get together.

He showered rubbed himself dry and poured a cup with steaming hot coffee from the percolator. He took it down stairs, walked out of his flat into his shop which was hidden behind a black thick curtain, which was charmed obviously, no one could venture up. He also had a front door next to the shop so guests could come into his home, not that anyone beside Ronald would.

He unlocked his shop and ventured out, towards a bakery located a street ahead, getting his Goalspie (rye and wheat) bread rolls, his breakfast and lunch in one go. Sauntering back nibbling on a cinnamon roll, he liked his little pleasures, keeping fit was also a big thing for him, jogging every evening before going to bed. He had a routine to keep him sane, looking into the mirror seeing a different face that just wasn't him made him feel alienated. But alas it was what it was for the time being.

Scorpius returned to his hop, changing the sign from closed to open. His shop window displaying a few artefacts, which were there to draw people in, black curtains behind the shop window to ad some more mystique to the place, no one could peek into the space behind, entering also through black heavy curtains, a small bell at the top of the door signalling when anyone opened the door. Scorpius had a room at the back where he worked on some broken pieces. His owl swooped in delivering the Dunedin Wizarding Herald, the equivalent of the Prophet, he liked his morning ritual sitting behind his counter on a stool, nibbling on a cinnamon roll, drinking his strong coffee reading his paper. He offered his owl some tasty haggis owl treats, the beast sat happily on it's perch. Scorpius felt lulled into a certain behavioural pattern.

Scorpius was engrossed in his paper, as the doorbell clung faintly. He didn't look up to greet his customer, he let them browse first but when they made their way to the counter he'd address them properly. He found that the clientele that ventured into his shop wanted it that way. He searched the sports section, finding The Montrose Magpies featured heavily across two pages. Riordan Campbell, their new star player, smiling a toothy grin over and over again. Nathalie Zabini zooming past him, her, she was the one he backed, his former team mate and now James Potter's girl friend. Her chocolate eyes, caramel skin, dark black tresses pleated into a a long pleat. She looked stunning in her quidditch gear. Scorpius had to suppress laughter, he hoped she gave the Potterboy a good arse whooping. He thought fondly about both friends, yes James definitely became a good friend, Nathalie and him grew up together.

"So, you have some dark stuff in here." His customer said from the back of the shop.

"Mmm if you say so?" He replied absentmindedly, something about the man's voice set him on edge. He couldn't identify exactly what it was. He slowly raised his head, locating the voice coming from the back of the store. Scorpius saw the back of the guys cloak, he had his hood up. Scorpius hairs stood up on his arms, his gut telling him to be wary.

Scorpius left his stool, "So are you looking for something specific?" He asked as he cautiously approached the figure. His dark robes didn't spook him in any way, the guy's voice and aura alarmed him.

"Yes well, I need something that's not exactly approved or legit, how are you about secret keeping?" The man still didn't look up, inspecting a vase.

"Depends on how much you're willing to pay?" Scorpius replied smugly, everything had its price in this business. The store a mere front to snoop around the trade of dark artefacts, he couldn't advertise it or the British Wizarding Ministry (aka Hermione Malfoy -Granger) would shut him down or worse arrest his sorry arse, but in the trade he was a known game player even when he worked it for a couple of months.

"Well I'm willing to pay extra but not excessively, I..." The dark posture turned around to face the mousy haired shopkeeper, halting as he spoke. It was like her recognised Scorpius.

Eyes connected, scrutinising each other. Scorpius had his hand on his pocket, feeling his wand waiting to grab it. His blood turned to ice, running cold up his spine, he had to suppress a shiver, locking his mind down so the other couldn't Legillimens him. Which he didn't, Scorpius couldn't feel the other trying to access his inner sanctum. He on the other hand thought the other had some familiar traits, but didn't recognise him, the man altered his appearance, Scorpius recognised edges around the man, he carefully disguised himself, Scorpius learned various detecting charms to see beyond appearances, something golden, but just flickered around the man, telling him he used an altering appearance charm. Which wasn't unheard of either, many working and threading about the dark arts shielded, disguised or cloaked up, their every day attire and appearances shouldn't be tainted or exposed , most of them held regular jobs or were respected citizens.

"What is it, you're looking for then?" Scorpius asked.

The man didn't look convinced, "Did you visit 's a while back? You look like someone I've encountered a while back." The guy searched his face.

"Nuh, I have no need to go to London, I'm not that fond of Albions." Scorpius answered.

"Mmm." The man rummaged through a box searching for whatever he wanted.

"Name a price and we can see if I can locate whatever it is that you require, I'll need about fifty galleons for my silence, or less, depends on how dark an artefact you want." Scorpius decided he'd steer the man away from London, where he indeed showed up a couple of months ago. He knew he made a mistake back then, he was so much more careful these days.

"I want magical handcuffs." The man snorted when he said handcuffs.

"No need to be secretive about those, you could get some two doors down at the Love& NoPain is NoGain shoppe." Scorpius smiled when offering his advice, he felt a bit more at ease.

"I want the kind that has no safety catch." The man's demeanour darkened considerably. "I also need a sacrificial chalice." I'll give you 250 galleons on forehand and 250 when you deliver the goods."

Scorpius didn't flinch, he wanted to but he had to keep his front up. He rubbed his chin, showing he contemplated the request. He decided what he'd do, "A sacrificial chalice, mmmm, I have to poke some serious people about that, it 'll cost a bit more I'm afraid." He pondered.

"Uhm, we'll make it 750?" The man asked reluctantly.

"Myeah, that would be all right because I need to pull in some favours for that one." The Ministry keeps those close their heart.

"Don't I know that?" The man let slip.

"Come back in two weeks and I might have both..." Scorpius walked back to his till. He drew a money collecting bill.

"I don't need it, this goes under the radar on my side of the deal." The man said.

"As you wish Sir." Scorpius acknowledged the man with curtesy.

A pouch filled with galleons dropped on his counter, Scorpius emptied it and counted, 400 galleons. 350 when he succeeded. "All seems to be in order," Scorpius nodded.

"Hum, should hope so." The man gruffly answered. "Two weeks and I'll be back." He said before swooping out of the shop, leaving a deeply contemplating wizard behind.

'Oh, holy Merlin' Scorpius sighed inwardly. 'This is happening, it really is' He didn't want to show his heart thumping away in his chest. He made his way back to the counter taking his place, keeping it together his inner mantra.

He went about his usual routine, closing the shop midday and taking lunch at a nearby Muggle Park, he certainly didn't want to raise any suspicion, he could be watched for all he knew, the guy could be testing him.

In the evening he closed shop and went to his dreary looking living room, dark brown colours, not a plant in sight a seemingly depersonalised space. He ate his tea reading another book about herbology and intricate weaving spells.

Some time after eating he pulled his wand out, secured his wards and cast an Expecto Patronum.

Mere moments later Ron Weasley stepped through the floo connection, reserved for Scorpius to floo out and only allowing his Captain inside. The older man had stern eyes set into a tight grimace, he knew that something was up.

Scorpius relayed the days events, showing Ronald the pouch filled with Galleons, Ron tried to put a tracing spell on it but it bounced back, the money was warded and clean. "Heavy shit, Malfoy." He uttered under his breath.

"Yeah, tried that myself but it repels anything I throw at it." Scorpius ruffled his dark hair, whistling between his teeth. "The guy had something familiair about, him he was well disguised, he didn't use a polyjuice, maybe he needed a quick going in and out of persona." He knew polyjuice was a save undetectable form of switching appearances or he wouldn't use it himself. But the guy wanted to hide his true self.

"Familiair? In what way Scorpius?" Ronald quirked a brow.

"It's a feeling I can't pinpoint it." Scorpius felt uncomfortable, something stirred in the pit of his stomach. He tried to pick his brain, was it something he said, the way he acted? It gnawed at him.

"Tell me when you get to put it together." Ronald knew not to press. "A sacrificial chalice, that's even worse than I suspected. So in two weeks he's coming back to collect? Damn, we need to have someone here when he comes back. I'll talk it over with Harry."

Scorpius nodded, he watched the older wizard return to the floo connection, grabbing powder from the pot, uttering: "Harry's home", before disappearing in the green flames.

Ronald contacted Hermione asking her if she could get word out, keeping it hush hush that something was stolen from the Ministry a week later. A buzz filled Diagon Alley and rumours got around Knockturn alley that maybe it had to to with a some sort of rite. The Ministery didn't conform or deny rumours.

Scorpius smirked as news hit Edinburgh, they were lucky to have someone so close on the inside. Controlling what went in and out the Ministry covertly was their biggest aim.

Hermione created a replicate surrounding it with magic which felt the same as one of the darkest objects inside the Ministry vaults. Scorpius hoped he could trace the wizard and the object towards the Society requesting it. A sacrificial chalice implying what it would be used for, a sacrifice. They were banned at least forty years, right after Voldemort perished the first time, or so he seemed to be.

Scorpius had it inside a vault in his office at the back of the looked at it when The Captain brought it in, it wasn't much too look at. It was distressed, it had no shine to it. Ordinary if it wasn't for the dark oozing from it, Scorpius could feel it penetrate his fingers. Hermione had done a fine job with it, she was an extraordinary witch. A very pregnant one as the latest letter from his father told him, the Captain brought it with him when he dropped the chalice off. Hermione had one more month until the baby would be born. Draco wrote she wasn't feeling too well off late, she was fed up and wanted to meet her fifth child. His tone was endearing and full off love. Scorpius could feel the parchment drenched with it, he sincerely hoped he would find that amount of love for another person, he secretly knew he had but it was unobtainable. Rose. Her face swam into his mind as he reminisced. He burned the letter, he didn't want any trace leading back to his home base.

The shop's doorbell tingled. Alerting Scorpius to a punter, he placed the chalice inside his secret chest. He scurried from his back room into the shop's main area. There he was his dark artefact buyer.

"You succeeded then?" His voice sounded relieved.

"Yeah it was all over the papers. It should be all right no one came around, poking their noses where they shouldn't." Scorpius stood there, arms behind his back, wand at the ready, his feet apart. He knew he looked like he was defenceless, but his stance was formidable.

"Mm, glad, so can I see it?" The wizard replied.

"Of course you can, but maybe we should seal our financial transaction first, we're talking some serious money here." Scorpius played the suspicious shop keeper.

"Fine, as you like." The man walked towards the counter. Placing a sack full with jingling coins on the dark wooden surface. He emptied the pouch, Galleons spilled everywhere.

Scorpius took his time counting it, holding the coins in his hands weighing them. They were real all right. He saw no objective in handing over the goods, chalice and handcuffs.

Ronald felt dubious about those, Scorpius was apprehensive about them as well. They discussed putting a tracer on it, deciding against it. Who ever was at the receiving end of those was a poor bugger. They felt bad, but casualties were inevitable. Best not too dwell on it. At least the sacrificial chalice wouldn't work whatever the customer planned, there were no real powers attached to it.

Scorpius went back to reading his Dunedin Herald.

Hope you enjoyed the Scorrose bit, I felt we all deserved some. Reviewing helps nudge this along :)