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Push& Pull

Chapter 6

The Invitation

Rose walked into the lab the next day with a renewed work ethic. Getting laid was no excuse to not get work done. She had missed her roommate the night before and that morning, though Rose wasn't quite sure if she actually slept in the flat or not. Rose sat at her desk with two large coffees, getting right to work. Alice was the first one to arrive.

"Hey!" Rose handed Alice her usual, "I never got to talk to you about the other day."

Alice accepted the cup, dropping her bag on the floor of the lab, "What about the other day?" She asked innocently, taking a large sip.

"Oh, I don't know," Rose teased, "I may have drunkenly shoved my cousin into you in the hopes that you'd finally hook up with someone."

"He was nice," Alice mumbled into her cup, taking a seat next to Rose's work and peering at the papers. She picked one up and squinted at it, "Mopsus Potion?"

"Ancient shit that may give someone the Sight, we'll find out," Rose waved a hand, "What do you mean by nice?"

"We have a date tonight," Alice finally admitted, rolling her eyes.

"That's what I needed to hear!" Rose cheered, shoving Alice's arm playfully.

"Whatever Rose," Alice stood up, annoyance snuffed out by the smile creeping onto her face, "I've gotta go help Sam place the stock order if we want it on Monday."

"Oh, take this," Rose scrambled through her papers, finally handing Alice a long list of ingredients, "Some will be expensive or hard to find, so we may have to take an outing, but look into it please."

"You got it Miss Weasley," Alice took the list. She seemed like she wanted to say something more, but Rose barely noticed as something in one of her books caught her eye.

"Cinnamon!" she exclaimed, reaching for a quill and scribbling frantically, "Cinnamon has amplification properties, right?"

Rose was oblivious as the rest of her team slowly entered, picking up their daily tasks. She was, however, acutely aware when Scorpius finally walked in, though she forced herself to pretend she wasn't re-reading the same sentence about Yarrow root uses over and over. Millie was brewing on the desk opposite her, and today Scorpius seemed to be observing the woman's project. He did so mostly quietly, asking logistical questions every now and then. Millie was very patient and clear in her responses. Rose wondered if she learned that temperament from raising teenage boys. Every now and then Rose caught Scorpius's gaze drifting past the potions to her, and they locked eyes. Instead of looking away quickly, Rose kept staring and bit her lip, letting her gaze wander over his fitted white button up, imagining the tight muscles underneath. She was always the first to break their staring contest, and looked back to her books, flipping aimlessly.

By the time her lunch break rolled around, Rose was no closer to amplifying her potion than she was to making it. Scorpius had left before her team, and so Rose waited until two of her workers walked out for their own breaks, and exactly ten minutes after Scorpius left before slipping out. It was clearly a calculated endeavor if anyone had been paying attention.

She walked into her office and locked the door behind her, casting a quick silencing charm. Scorpius had taken his dress robe off and was sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up. Rose imagined him spanking her dressed like that, just like he had the first time.

"Spank you?" he had asked, grabbing the hand on his chest. Rose felt something subtle shift in the air, sparking with electricity once more. The moment before had been heated, filled with the desire of what was to come. They were young. It should have been a quick shag and they'd both be on their ways, bragging to their friends about one hot night. But this moment held the promise of so much more.

Scorpius spun her around, shoving her torso onto the desk roughly. A yelp of surprise escaped from Rose's lips, and she felt a fresh gush of wetness come with it.

"Rose Weasley, the head girl that loves to follow the rules-"

"We're not following the rules right now, are we?" She laughed, but it was cut short by Scorpius's hand brushing her thigh, grabbing tightly onto one of her cheeks.

"Do you think we need some rules?" he laughed back, slapping her lightly. Rose let out a small gasp, and Scorpius was unimpressed.

"Harder?"

"Harder." she responded, and he delivered. As soon as the word slipped out, his hand hit her much harder. The sting radiated through her lower back, and her whole body moved with the effort. A loud cry forced itself through her. It seemed as if the action was connected to her sex, clenching around nothing.

"How is that?" Scorpius asked, less sure this time.

"Please," she cried, and he spanked her again, twice in a row. He had moved his efforts to other areas of her ass, not staying in the same place twice. She moaned from the pain and pleasure, feeling so dirty for liking something so unusual.

"Mind a little company?" Rose raised a shoulder, grinning through her blush. Scorpius looked up from his work and responded with a sad smile.

"Unfortunately I have to run right now," he crossed the room, and stood in front of her. He reached out, grabbing a stray curl of her hair, "Maybe we can reschedule?"

Rose pouted, and Scorpius slid his hand to her ponytail, pulling it back roughly and holding her at his mercy. He ran the thumb of his other hand against her lips.

"Oh Rose," he growled, and Rose sighed lightly at his touch, feeling extremely exposed, "Don't you make those faces at me, or I'll never make it to my afternoon meeting." She had half a mind to convince him not to when he released her. He got to work unrolling his sleeves as she collected herself.

"I'll see you for lunch tomorrow," Scorpius collected his things and returned to Rose, "Shit, tomorrow's Saturday," he brought a thumb to his lip as he considered. Rose imagined how she could tease him if that were his finger on her lip again. But she was no longer restrained by his touch, and they were alone.

Rose closed the distance between them, reaching out and pulling his hand from his face. He looked at her, bewildered as she put his thumb up to her mouth.

"Will I get to see you this weekend, Sir?" she purred. Then Rose stuck her tongue out and licked his thumb from the bent knuckle to the tip. She watched the change in his expression from confused, to intrigued, to lustful. She turned his hand slightly and bit the pad of his thumb.

"I'm a very busy man Miss Weasley," he murmured to her, dropping his coat and slipping his free hand onto her hair once again. Then she sucked his thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it quickly. Scorpius hummed in appreciation, "And you're making me late."

Then Scorpius slipped his hand away from her, releasing his thumb with a pop. He shoved her against the door to the office, kissing her roughly. It took all the breath from her, and she was panting as he trailed his kisses down her jaw. He stopped to suck lightly at the space just below her earlobe, and she squirmed at the soft touch. He trailed his fingers down her torso as he dropped to his knees.

"I like this," he noted at her pencil skirt, hiking it up. Underneath, she wore thigh-high stockings and no underwear. She blushed as he stopped to admire the view.

"I really like this," he slipped his hand from her knee to the top of the stocking, sliding around to grip the underside of her thigh. He pushed it up, forcing Rose's weight to the other leg and swung the thigh over his shoulder, opening her up to him.

Then his mouth was on her, unrelenting. He swirled around her clit, and Rose tried to pull away from the too-intense sensation. Noticing the reaction, he went higher, flicking his tongue lightly at the hood to her clit. She sighed at the more comfortable feeling, until he surprised her by adding in the earlier motion. It resulted in a quick build to her orgasm, and she realized how much she needed this. Rose shuddered with a sigh as it rippled through her.

Scorpius placed her leg down carefully and stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The motion alone left Rose wanting more. She grabbed for his pants and he pulled back, reaching for his stuff.

"I really do have to go," he gave her a small smile.
"I can't return the favor?" Rose asked, mind still fuzzy from the orgasm.

"Save it for Monday," Scorpius responded leaving her with a lingering kiss.

"Sure," she muttered, fixing her ponytail. When Scorpius finally left the room though, Rose couldn't help but groan loudly in frustration.

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When the clock struck five, Rose left immediately, for once walking out with all her workers on a Friday.

"You're telling me about your date tomorrow!" Rose called after Alice before she apparated home. Rose was surprised once again to be met by an empty flat, although for once, she wasn't complaining. She ran to the shower, pulling her clothes off and stepping in quickly, letting the hot water wash over her body. She thought once again of that night in seventh year.

Scorpius spanked her twice more on the other cheek, and before the pain could finish traveling through her body, he shoved two fingers in her roughly. Rose was so lost in the sensation that she didn't understand the noises that were coming out of her. She didn't care if they were attractive or not, she only knew that if he wasn't inside of her soon, she would die. She pushed her body back against his hands, and he removed them quickly, watching her carefully as she turned around.

"Scorp, I need you," she cried, kissing him with a need that she'd never felt before. He moaned into her mouth, lifting her onto the desk and pulling his pants down. He was at her entrance in a moment and held himself there with one hand, looking to her eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching her for any doubt, "Are you on the potion?"

"Yes, please Scorp, for the love of-" and her sentence was lost as he started to slide into her. She moaned as she felt herself stretch around him. He was not small by any means, and her last boyfriend had been just smaller than average. He seemed to feel this, and moved slowly, pushing in steadily. The sensation was so erotic, and he was so attractive when he looked unrestrained, that she felt herself building already. He started thrusting slowly, slipping a little more of himself into her each time. She gasped lightly with every thrust, and his enthusiasm matched hers.

"I'm not going to last," he admitted, and she grabbed his face, forcing her lips onto his. He pushed into her the rest of the way with one large thrust, and she couldn't contain herself. She cried his name as she came around him simply for entering her, and he moved through her orgasm, reaching his quickly after.

...

It was only when Rose was perfectly comfortable on her couch on a friday night with her roommate that an owl tapped at her window.

"Who sends post on a friday night?" Roxanne groaned, putting her whiskey down and rolling off the couch onto the floor. Rose was in hysterics, giggling into her glass as Roxanne crawled unceremoniously to the window to let the creature in. He swooped into the flat, depositing the letter on the counter.

"I don't know this guy," Roxanne went to fetch him a treat. Rose spun around, leaning over the back of the chair to watch her get the post. Rose secretly loved post. It was like a little surprise in an envelope. Before you opened it, a letter could be anything.

"Here you go, friend!" she placed the treat on the windowsill, going back to the letter on the counter. She picked it up, catapulting herself over the back of the couch to join Rose.

"What is it?" Rose grabbed the letter, seeing her name on the front.

"Looks super fancy," Roxanne responded, curling up next to her.

She tried very hard to open the letter one-handed, and Roxanne offered her hand to help. The two girls held their whiskey glasses tightly as they tore the letter in half, depositing the letter on Rose's lap. It had a green wax seal.

"Oh my god," Rose picked it up, investigating it carefully.

"What is it?" Roxanne's interest was peaked.

"I think it's an invitation to the Slughorn Awards," Rose responded, looking back to her friend.

"What the hell is that?" Roxanne crinkled her nose, "Slugs?"

"No, it's a gala to celebrate magical research, offering awards to incredible discoveries and inventions. It would make my career to be honored," Rose handed Roxanne her glass, breaking the seal and opening the letter.

"Rose Jean Weasley, you are formally invited as a nominee-AHH!" Rose clasped a hand over her mouth, bursting with excitement.

"When is it?" Roxanne hugged her friend, and Rose shifted to keep the letter in sight.

"This Thursday," she was beaming, "the whole lab's invited! I can't believe this, we have to celebrate!"

Roxanne laughed, handing Rose her whiskey back, "Rose, congratulations-" "Thank you!" "-but it's like eleven at night, tell everyone in the morning!"

"You're right," Rose responded, taking deep breaths. At last she looked to her roommate and clinked glasses with her.

"Sounds like we need to go shopping!" Roxanne cheered, downing her glass.

Author's note: Hello guys! Sorry for the long wait. I had a bit of a personal injury and had to take some time dealing with the pain. Luckily for you, that means I've spent a lot of the time on the plot, and this story will be gradually heading in some crazy directions, I'm just deciding how exactly to get there. As always, I love the feedback. It inspires me, gives me ideas, and keeps me going! Thank you for returning to read this newest chapter.