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Push & Pull

Chapter 2

Can't Forget

Mister Longbottom had given the lab the afternoon off after lunch with promises of job security and explanations for the next day. In Rose's case, he turned off her access to the lab, forcing her to take the afternoon off despite her strong job security.

"To relax," he had said, a huge grin plastered over his face, "to celebrate!"

She didn't see a sellout as celebrating, but she demanded an outing with Alice and her roommate nonetheless. Rose had entered her flat, stripping immediately and finding the shortest dress she owned.

"We're going out out," Rose yelled around the corner to her cousin Roxanne Weasley.

"I'll get the firewhiskey," she cheered, beginning the night out ritual.

Four glasses and two smokey eyes later, Roxanne was just finishing the ten charms she used to get her hair perfectly framing her round face. Rose couldn't help her usual pang of jealousy. Roxanne was the only Weasley blessed with dark skin, and she knew how to glow. Her beauty had always intimidated Rose. They hadn't gotten close just because they were both in Gryffindor. Their friendship had been born from the scrapes and dirt of the Quidditch pitch. Luckily, it was a friendship that lasted.

The girls giggled, exiting the apartment off a side street in Diagon Alley and heading for Dragon's Place: their favourite little pub downtown. Alice was already waiting for them at the bar, a butterbeer in hand, dressed to tear up the down just like the girls were.

Alice pulled out a chair, beckoning them over, "Roxanne order the drinks, Rose give me the details," Rose's stomach warmed with how much Alice wanted to hear from her, despite the knowledge that it was because Rose was the only one who knew anything of the morning. She slid between her two best friends, peeking around the room.

"This is more than just a work story, so you'd better be ready," Rose laughed, crossing her legs on the stool. She didn't see any familiar faces except for their favourite bartender.

"Mateo! Rose has got a story if you can get us a brandy and firewhiskey," Roxanne motioned for him to come over. The tall, buff man brought them the order with a crooked smile, grabbing a butterbeer for himself and joining them.

"It's pretty quiet, I'm due for some little Red drama," he teased and Rose's cheeks burned.

"It's not my fault!" Rose whined, pulling the brandy to herself to warm with her hands.

"We'll be the judge of that."

"Fine," Rose rolled her eyes, "Alice, your dad sold out to Malfoy Industries."

"Ugh, I knew it," the witch leaned her face into the palms of her hands on the bar.

"Why's that so bad?" Roxanne laughed, pulling her whiskey to sip.

"They're a large production company, no interest in small research groups like us," Alice explained.

"And Scorpius is overseeing the turnover," Rose mumbled, hiding her face by gulping down half her drink.

"No way." Alice breathed.

"Scorpius Malfoy?" Roxanne echoed.

"Hot night in a classroom Malfoy?"

"Best sex of your life Malfoy?" Roxanne wiggled her eyebrows. Rose flung her head back, groaning in response.

"I don't think he remembers," she whined, tilting her head over to peek at Alice.

"How could he forget you?" Mateo gestured to Rose who, at the moment, was definitely looking unforgettable.

"We were so wasted after Gryffindor won a Quidditch match…" Roxanne giggled, thinking of her own fun night.

"The Slytherins had joined us, because my cousin Albus was in the house, and his friend Scorpius brought a whole case of firewhiskey."

"Barely anybody remembers that night." Alice mumbled from her hands.

"Except me, I've never blacked out before," Rose shrugged her shoulders, for once not feeling lucky about that.

The party moved to a no name club in london where Roxanne could "dance properly!" Rose joined her, but wasn't really into it. The only thoughts on her mind were of her lunch encounter.

…

"Rose Weasley, it's a pleasure," Draco Malfoy reached a large hand to shake hers. Rose shook out of her stupor and regained some semblance of professionality.

"The pleasure is mine Mister Malfoy," was Rose's automatic response as she took her seat. Directly across from Scorpius.

"Nonsense, I've heard of your tremendous accomplishments in the last year," Draco Malfoy drawled, but Rose's attention was on the boy across from her. She hadn't seen him in two years, and a long two years it was. Scorpius had grown even taller, if that was possible, and had filled out, which she had never expected him to do. He dwarfed his father, and his careful scruff seemed to add more than two years to him. The same bright blue eyes blazed at her from across the table with a teasing glimmer in them, and it was only when her gaze met his that she realized she was staring.

"I'm sure you've met, but I should reacquaint you with my son and business partner, Scorpius," Draco Malfoy nodded to his son, and Scorpius reached his hand forward for Rose to shake. She reached out quickly to get the kind gesture over with, but couldn't move when their skin touched. It sent electricity up her arm, paralyzing the nerves and preventing any sensible response.

"Of course we've met father, Rose is Albus's brilliant cousin." Scorpius grinned his stupid perfect smile.

"Thank you so much Scorpius, I very much appreciate the kind sentiments," she blubbered, turning to the conversation at hand and retracting her arm as if it were just burned.

"You don't just need to appreciate them Rose, you may yet be nominated for an award for your research." Longbottom put a hand on her shoulder. She couldn't hear him, because Scorpius's leg had just moved against hers, and she didn't move hers away. He probably just thinks it's the booth. She reasoned.

"That's incredible," she responded, because it was what she should do.

"Yes, you'll be joining us in a few weeks for the Slughorn Awards," Draco Malfoy responded.

"Joining you?" she asked, redirecting the conversation, because she couldn't process the enormity of several bomb drops.

"Yes, that is the second nature of our meeting here today," Longbottom shifted, gesturing to Draco Malfoy, "I am in the middle of processing a deal to transfer ownership of Longbottom Labs to Mister Malfoy. We can go over the fine details in meetings tomorrow-"

And Rose was thrust back into the present with a pull on her arm.

"Rosie, I'm heading out with Rick here. He lives down the road, don't wait up, okay?" Roxanne giggled in Rose's ear, and she nodded. It was the usual way of things, Roxanne was off season right now, and it was a Quidditch player's way to sleep around.

A few shots later, and Rose and Alice stumbled down the road and into a local pub where they could floo home safely.

"I'll see you tomorrow Rosie, don't forget the hangover potion before you go to bed," Alice tapped Rose's nose, "We have shit to do."

Rose giggled a goodbye and stepped into the fireplace after Alice, entering her dark apartment. She was home, but she wasn't ready for bed with her mind still on Scorpius. So even though she downed the hangover potion, stumbled into her room, and pulled her dress off, she snuggled herself into the fluffy blankets and let herself remember.

"Here?" Scorpius scoffed, letting his fingers linger on her hips as she locked the classroom door behind her.

She lifted herself onto a desk, biting her lip and pulling Scorpius close in response to his questioning. She dug her ankles into the backs of his legs, pinning him to her. With a shift of her hips, she was able to grind herself against him, finding his erection pressing against her already. A gasp escaped her lips and He seized it, pressing his lips against hers and sliding his tongue in easily. He groped at her sloppily, but Rose didn't care. She only felt a growing need to be closer. And they just had so much clothes on. She pulled her jersey over her head, still gritty from the game. Scorpius didn't care. His hands were too busy trailing patterns along her bare skin.

Rose let her hands wander over her naked body in the present, trying to follow the trail his fingers had taken.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up in a fruitless attempt to get closer. He laughed into her mouth before leaning back, removing the top. And suddenly he was so warm against her, his arms pulling her close in an embrace that she ached for. She sighed in his arms, kissing him more softly now. But she noted to herself that she didn't want soft assurance right then. She wanted him. So she let her fingers trail along his stomach and to his shorts, tracing the outline of his straining erection. A deep moan rumbled through her lips from his, and she grinned, stroking him again.

Then he was clumsy for reasons other than the firewhiskey she tasted on him. His need flowed into hers, and his hands were slipping into the hem of her shorts, pulling them down. And then his fingers were slipping between her folds.

Just as Rose was slipping her own fingers between her folds. Different than how Scorpius had, slow and torturous. Rose had a mission, and let herself rub the hood of her clit lightly.

Scorpius dragged his fingers along her slit, and traced the wetness around her.

"You're soaked," he whispered in her ear, and it shook her to the core. There were no doubts that it was all because of him.

"Then you'd better do something about it," Rose giggled back to him. And he grinned mischeviously. Then Scorpius Malfoy, her cousin's best friend, trailed kisses down her neck, pulling her shorts and panties off. She tensed in anticipation. Nobody had ever done this for her before. No man had ever had his face so close to her shaking thighs, and she could barely contain herself. He gently spread her legs, taking her in.

"You are the most fucking beautiful thing I've ever seen Rose," he looked up at her, naked and panting on a classroom desk, spread for him. She knew he was lying, because the most beautiful sight she'd seen was his face between her legs. He neared her, and shivered from his breath against her wetness. His lips lightly brushed her, sending a shock through her body.

Rose felt her body tense just as it had when he had touched her, and her movements became lighter, quicker.

Her excitement was built so high in her head that it didn't take long. Despite what most men thought, external stimulation really was the way to go. And holy hell did Scorpius know what he was doing. She felt the slow build inside of her as Scorpius licked her from bottom to top, hard and slow, and her thighs clenched around him. He flicked his tongue quickly just above her clit where the hood was beginning to retract. She moaned loudly at the movement, pulling away from the intense sensation, but he held tight to her thighs, holding her at his mercy. He was a fast learner she reasoned. He found his goal quickly, positioning his mouth so that she felt the movement throughout her whole body, earning him a squirming, panting Rose Weasley. She was so close, and told him that, throwing her head back as she grinded against his mouth, searching for a deeper friction.

Rose felt herself close now, panting and grabbing her sheets with her second hand.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna," Rose whined, grinding shamelessly against his mouth, clutching the desk for dear life.

"Then do it," Scorpius murmured quietly against her, his voice vibrating in her core. And that was her undoing.

Rose felt the quivers of a quick, dirty orgasm ripple through her, just as they had that night, just like they did every time she relived that fantasy; leaving her tired, but not quite fulfilled. It was enough for the day she'd had though, and with everything she had been through, she could do nothing but roll over and let sleep take her.

Author's Note: Fireflies here, thanks again for reading! I hope that this is more of what you're looking for. I've always heard "write what you want to read", and I plan to deliver the fanfiction that I was always looking for. Because I have my own agendas, I'd LOVE your feedback, once again! Still aiming for daily updates, so R&R soon please & thanks!

P.S. because this fanfiction does contain mature content, here is the link to AO3 in case you love my story and it happens to get taken down /works/11038206/chapters/24603819