by definition: meeting? (tag: SCORP)

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Three months into her fifth year and Rose was already dead set and geared up for winter holiday. She was just tired of it all-- an endless schedule of classes, hard early-morning Quidditch practice, not to mention her Prefect duties. Knowing Rose, she wouldn’t at all half-ass any of her duties either. Dinner had finished a short while ago in the Great Hall, a feast regardless but still one that she had enough of. After five years, even the food at Hogwarts seemed to get old. The Weasley had a job to do for two hours there after, that being to make sure that the first and second years were all in their house dormitories. It wasn’t exactly the most glamorous job, chasing students off to bed on a daily basis, but with her eyes on becoming ‘Head Girl’ in two years, it was a beginning of leadership. Plus, if she herself was found out of bed past curfew, it was a sort of excusable thing.

As the clock in the castle struck at 11 ‘o’ clock, the fiery red head found herself wandering back up to the seventh floor. With a smaller group of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, she too followed the packs up the staircases towards the dormitories, only tonight she took a detour. Actually, earlier in the day, she’d planned to meet him on the seventh floor, something decided in passing. After their daily routine of scowling and insults, it was something she’d mentioned to him. So there she found herself circling the seventh floor, waiting for one of the most mysterious places in all the castle to reveal itself. ‘If you need to ask you'll never know, but if you know, you need only ask.’ A place that Rosie herself stumbled upon in her second year. The Room of Requirement, was still known among a certain few students but even still, it appeared that the majority of the school hadn’t even heard of it. The majority of the school had also never read “Hogwarts: A History” and so, it could almost be assumed.

The person she was meeting was the surprising one. Well, surprising to many, for others—expected. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, the bane of her existence, or the former bane. From practical birth they were expected enemies, with Rose only younger by a few short months. By the time she’d been sent to Hogwarts, she was expected to beat him at every test, duel, and Quidditch match she was ever faced with, and she’d faced them head on. For the first few years, the rivalry worth three generations continued. It was recently though that it all changed. A night was all it took, and a little firewhiskey. The pair found themselves drawn to one another, and it was these secret meetings that continued it all.

That’s where Rose found herself now, in the Room of Requirement, right on time. She circled the room, and what it made of itself. With the intention, needing a place to hide, the room seemed to look like the junk room of Hogwarts. Books, chairs, tables, and literal junk. It was piled high. Even more, the room had a distinct smell of fire and ash. Like a burned home. With a sigh, the young red head sat down on a chair, just looking at everything around her. Rosie just hoped he would show up. This had almost become routine, she wasn’t rushing to change that now. Something about him just intrigued her.

[scorpius]

It had been a hard practice but now he was on his way to the seventh floor in his expensive denim jeans and a navy blue checked shirt, and why was he on his way to the seventh floor, the floor that all Gyrffindors wondered? A Weasley. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing to do, seeing as the Malfoy’s didn’t like them but Scorpius found a odd attraction to the young red head even when they were throwing insults toward each other like stones. No one would suspect a thing, Scorpius always disappeared and if anyone accused him of being with a Gryffindor he could easily shut their mouth. Even though he had a reputation among the other students of being the son of Draco Malfoy, he was willing to risk it to see her. They had met a few times and each time he had been very careful not to be seen with her, and he always had an excuse so no one would suspect a thing from the sixteen year old Slytherin. He was determined to see her but he didn’t want others to find out. Why? It would ruin his reputation and he’d hate for his father to be disappointed in his only son. He was supposed to grow up like his father, and please him like any son would. Yet he was on his way up to the seventh floor to meet Rose Weasley.

There was rivalry between the two for obvious reasons but something between them began to attract and it was when Scorpius was in his fifth year he felt feelings for her. It was odd but then again you couldn’t control your feelings and if he could have chosen who he liked it wouldn’t have been her. Although there were plenty of pretty girls in Slytherin he felt like he only had eyes for Rose Weasley. Soon enough he reached the Room of Requirement and looked around before he summoned the door by needing it. He walked into the room that was piled high with junk and looked around for the red head. Immediately he could tell that she was in there somewhere, he just had to look for her and it wouldn’t be hard. Something he hoped for was that no one else was in here, all hell would break lose. Quietly he walked around the room looking for the red head who he was suppose to be meeting.

Eventually he saw her standing there and he snuck up behind her and ran his hand through her soft red head and wrapped the other one around her waist, nuzzling her neck. This would defiantly look bad if someone walked in and saw Scorpius with his arm around a Weasley, it would most likely ruin his reputation among his fellow Slytherins, and would ruin his life at home, Draco would never look the same at his only son. “Hey,” He said softly, his head still buried against her neck.

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The redhead began walking, just throughout the items there. The room was so massive now, she couldn’t even remember it being this large. But the Weasley soon felt the realization of the emptiness wave over her. She adjusted her bright blue blazer, the only thing keeping her warm. It suddenly seemed much colder in the room. She was isolated, and alone, and coming from a girl who was never left alone, it was the most unsettling feeling she’d ever experienced. While in her travels, the young ginger-haired girl stumbled upon a large white candle. It was almost poetic; finding such a pure symbol of light among all of rubbish. Quickly, Rose pulled out her wand, muttering ’Incendio’ which in return set the wick on fire. She smiled, impressed with herself for producing such a still and perfect flame. It wasn’t long before the color came back into her cheeks. Rosie found herself running her finger through the flame quickly, just knowing that she could.

Not much time has passed, maybe only ten minutes, and the fiery redhead began to get anxious. Was he even coming? Did he forget? Although she kept herself from pacing (something she’d gotten from her mother) she couldn’t help but pick at the skin near her nails. In all reality it was odd for Rose to even worry about seeing him. It was secret and even more, she didn’t understand what was so intriguing about it all. Why Rose was breaking curfew and jumping through hoops for a Malfoy it didn’t make any sense. Again, she found herself adjusting her clothing hoping not to appear any bit frumpy. Another moment or two passed when the candle she lit caught her eye. The lit wick began to flicker, something it hadn’t done for almost ten minutes; something changed.

Immediately, the red head was grabbed at the waist. At out mere surprise she gasped, and reflexively, gripped her wand. But the touch was soft, and as she knew who it was, her tension quickly dissipated. A beaming smile found its way across her cheeks. The blonde prince himself, his own head buried into her neck caused a small giggle to pipe out of her. His breathing send chills down her spine as he muttered his own greeting. This was bad, and she knew it. Rose Weasley—the pinnacle of perfection had a soft spot for the boys that she shouldn’t. How awful would it be if her friends saw her, not to mention her parents. Her father would lose it; her grandfather would lose it. But yet, it was all still so appealing.

Rose turned into him, his arms still wrapped around her. ”Hi” she said, still in her bright and energetic tone. She looked deeply into his eyes, a striking shade of gray. From there to his striking features, a very sharp jaw line, met with the boy’s signature pale skin. Rose could only imagine what it looked like in the third-person perspective: the Weasley, with fire for hair and red ants across her face and the Malfoy, with an exterior as icy as his heart (or, as it was supposed to be). With this all in mind, the immediately awkwardness of it all sank in. Instead of a usual kiss they shared, she began with a meek ”I’m happy you came”. Still, in his arms she was much warmer than earlier, and it wasn’t something she was rushing out of.

[scorpius]

A lot of history had been ruined by Scorpius and Rose coming together in attraction, there wasn’t suppose to be any sort of attraction between any of the Weasley’s and Scorpius yet he felt himself craving for the younger red head. There were better suited girls for him, girls that his father and mother would approve of. It would have been obvious that both his parents would have been pleased if Scorpius had a girlfriend who was pureblood and a Slytherin, but he didn’t. He wasn’t even in a relationship right now; he just messed around with other girls. There were plenty of girls in Slytherin that enjoyed being in his bed, and he was sure that his father wouldn’t be too disappointed with that, considering he was in the current search of a girlfriend, that’s what his father thought anyway. Nothing ever entertained him more than to see girls trying to win him over with their skills within the bedroom, but with Rose things were different. They cuddled and would sit in silence with their arms around each other and they didn’t have to say a word. Just sit and show their affection for one another. He didn’t mind the fact they hardly spoke, he was just happy to hold her at the end of a difficult and long day.

Gently he rubbed his cheek against her neck and lifted his head up as she turned around in his grip and he smiled softly. This was wrong, both of them knew it and they both knew the consequences of what could happen if they both got caught, yet they continued to meet in the room of requirement. Scorpius was sure he’d get a beating off of all her cousins if they found out about their repeated flings and his family wouldn’t be to impressed by his meetings with a Weasley. His father thought of himself as the Slytherin prince and tried to convince his son that he to would be the prince, however, Scorpius had a different personality to his father, he had that cold side and anger to him, but he also had the gentle side that his mother held which led him to be much lighter with others and consider other peoples feelings, his father felt that this was a weakness. “I’m glad I came too,” Gently he brushed his lips against her forehead before placing a light kiss on her forehead and wrapping both arms around her.

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Rose stood on her tip toes, as she received the kiss from the boy. As shrewd and as awful as the two were to each other, the way he’d kissed her, the way he held her—it was so….protecting. It was a small, albeit powerful reminder that at the end of the day, no matter who said what, that it didn’t truly matter. Then again, if it didn’t matter, they wouldn’t be hiding out together in the room of requirement. She smiled up at the boy before her, her eyes full of happiness—the same demeanor that she was often seen with. Yet this body languange, half the time it was all a front. Even still she was so insecure about her body, working obsessing to keep her small frame. Something that Hugo, Albus, Lily, not even Scorpius knew. It was funny, obviously the pair were attracted to one another, but their relationship was ever so complicated. Were they friends? No, not exactly. Were they enemies? In public, sometimes. They weren’t necessarily ‘together,’ but there was no doubt that there was an attraction to one another. Still, even in such an confusing state, the Slytherin boy knew secrets about her that she wouldn’t dare tell anyone.

Meeting in secret though, it was beginning to get old. Sure, sneaking around was fun at first, but being who she was, in the position she was in; call it a Gryffindor’s instinct, but she knew it was so wrong on so many levels. But obviously, to be with him, even for five minutes—just a pleasant conversation was to be in secret. Anything public wouldn’t do, for either of them. Plus, Rose hadn’t a clue how involved the boy was with others. Actually, Rosie and Scorpius talked very little. It never seemed to be necessary, they knew the comfort that the other seeked. As she looked at him, her smile began to fade noticeably. Rose was still younger than him, and she’d heard the rumors. How many girls threw themselves at the boy; dueling one another just to impress him for a moment. How daft and dimwitted they all were.

”Scorpius?” she began, a hint of desperation in her voice. ”How long do you think to keep this up?” she followed up with, stepping away from him. The less-affectionate Rose started to rear its ugly head; her body language and purpose replicated that of her mother. ”I mean, you don’t…I mean we. We don’t want to even communicate civilly outside of here. Do you think anyone’s noticed yet? Albus! Albus is in your house! He’s sure to notice something.” The young Gryffindor began to pace, lost in her own mind of worry. The thoughts of what he was doing with other girls in the meantime flooded her brain. Did he like the other girls more? Was he just using her, expecting something else? She hadn’t even noticed if he was speaking at this point, still lost in her worries. The red head stopped pacing long enough to turn back to Scorpius, her arms folded as though it were an extra barrier. ”Well? she started, looking at him for answers.

[scorpius]

There was tension between Rose and Scorpius sometimes, mostly because of Scorpius’s fear of getting caught with the younger Gryffindor. In some perspective he knew it looked bad, but yet again he enjoyed sneaking around his friends and family in order to see the girl he was attracted to. He wouldn’t call it love that word was far too strong and he didn’t want to admit the feeling of love in the first place. Something he knew was a girls longed for a boyfriend who adored them, who kept them warm in the cold winter days by lending them their oversized coats, to sit with them while their friends were around and to say to people that she was his girlfriend. Scorpius couldn’t brag about his crush on Rose Weasley, nor could he say that she liked him back. It was too risky and could get him into a lot of trouble with his friends. The last thing he wanted was to give Malfoy a bad name; his family would not be best pleased with his antics. He couldn’t be certain if there was a future for him and Rose, he’d like to say there was but how did he know? He might end up being married to a pureblood Slytherin and carry on the Malfoy tradition, or he could marry Rose Weasley and break the tradition which would be followed up with his parents possibly blanking him for his choice.

The soft voice of Rose broke his trace of thought and he mumbled slightly in response to his name but was shocked when she stepped away from his reach breaking the hold that he had on her. She enquired on the situation and rubbed his chin softly looking at the floor. He knew that eventually she would question him and the future, and Scorpius didn’t like talking about commitment or coming out with the truth and if she wanted him to talk to his friends about her and him, the answer would be no. He wasn’t going to make there current situation public, “Why? Don’t you like meeting in secret, in all honesty, it gives me a thrill”” It was a lie, it didn’t give him a thrill and if she didn’t like meeting up in secret then she knew where the door is, he wasn’t risking his family name and reputation just for some mere Weasley. He could find another, easily, click of the fingers and they would fall at his feet.

Rose went on about how they didn’t communicate civilly outside in public, and if anyone had noticed yet. Scorpius felt quite proud of himself for keeping her his little secret, she probably didn’t like it but he would prefer it if people didn’t know he was meeting up regularly with a Weasley, the daughter of Ron and Hermione. “Whoa, slow down Rose,” Gently he placed his hand on her shoulders and smiled, “We have to keep up appearance, if people knew about us no one would be the same toward us. Our family certainly wouldn’t be pleased due to the strong history. We need to stay a secret, and as for Albus, he hasn’t noticed.”

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Her face was flushed, and her head still spinning. So many reasons went through the poor girl’s mind. Reasoning to continue what they were doing: it wasn’t truly hurting anyone, they both enjoyed each other’s company, and to be honest—Rose knew it, it was nice to be liked. The girl hadn’t had any kind of relationship, crush, or general love-interest since the middle of her fourth year, why would she screw that up now? But then, those ugly little consequences were back in mind. What would people say if it was all found out? She hated sneaking around; lying—it was something she was totally against. Furthermore she was neglecting her prefect duties, procrastinating on her assignments and honestly, she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up.

The red head stood there, a cross look, plastered on her face. Though she was very much attracted to Scorpius, and admittedly enjoyed his company very much so, at the end of the day, he was still Scorpius Malfoy. The level of trust she could truly have with him was subjective. Her bright blue eyes watched his reactions to her contempt and she shook her head in disapproval. She knew what he was doing, she saw right through him. Rose sighed when he acted as though it gave him a thrill. “You know, your blatant lying is making the matter even more distasteful.” For a moment, she didn’t even realize what just escaped her lips. She was becoming her mother more and more by the day. “Now, honestly Scorpius, I’m not asking you to be directly quoted in the Daily Prophet about this, that is actually the last thing I’d ever want. As much as you think you have on the line here, I have the same…” she started, choosing her words carefully. This wasn’t something that she wanted a massive fight over, but she was tired of the lack of communication between them….even behind closed doors. “What I’m asking is how long you want to keep this up. This obviously can’t go on forever. I have my sorts to deal with, and you have yours…” she trailed off, raising a brow and the blonde haired boy.

The red head waited a moment, the silence of the room beginning to suffocate her. She scanned the Malfoy’s face, looking for something, anything that was genuine. As he set his hand on her shoulders and smiled, she couldn’t help but to return a half smile, even for a brief moment. She was cracking under him. Rose had a crush on him, and he knew it. Whether was as genuine about his own accord as he let on, that was debatable. As he went on about how they needed to keep up appearances, she listened less to his reasoning and more the way he even approached her about it. He spoke as though she were a child. Did he forget, he was but months older than her? He’d gotten to Hogwarts before her simply from a September cut-off date. Fantastic, she could still beat him in any test, jinx him from there and back, and knew herself to be much more resourceful than him. Again, the thoughts in her mind…why couldn’t she stay on task in her own mind. Her face was flushed once more and it occurred to her, that she didn’t even really know what she wanted. Granted, she hated being so secretive, it wasn’t like her—but she didn’t want to deal with the retributions of what they were….whatever they were, going public.

Still, Rose wasn’t about to appear to be weak or any of the sort, she knew there was still cause and purpose to be so inquisitive. “Why’s this even going on? Are you just bored? Is it funny?” She hoped she wasn’t making too much of a judgement, but he was a Slytherin, and a Malfoy-Pureblood-elitist to boot. “I’ve heard the rumors, is the same thing going on with someone else?” The moment she said that, she regretted it. He wasn’t hers, she had no exclusivity to him. Just because she chose to live a more monogamous life didn’t mean he had to as well. “Scorpius, I’m not trying to sound like the whining girlfriend, because I’m not. I’m simply curious…” Rose looked up at him, his hands still resting on her small frame. She bit her lip, before shaking her head. “You know what, just nevermind. Forget I said anything…” she gave him a more of a cover-up, fake smile before moving closer to the candle she lit prior. Internally, she hoped that this sort of white flag she was throwing in the air would give him reason for him to be honest, and clue in her, even the slightest way as to what was going on, and what was in store for the future. But she hadn’t expected it.

It was silly, moreover stupid, but she genuinely liked him. When he wasn’t being that bastard she’d gone out of her way to beat, he was a good guy. He could have a good heart, but he was just so manipulative.

[scorpius]

Female were defiantly a complicated species. You could never please a girl, most of the time you upset them and they go into a mental breakdown in front of you with tears and whining then expect you to cuddle them and tell them that it would be okay. Scorpius never did that, he always bailed at that stage, no way was he going to get into a relationship with someone who complained and whined about how fat she looked in her dress. Rose wanted to know what the future held for them and to Scorpius the future was hazy and he didn’t think that them meeting up every now and again would get out but it was coming to that point when he knew either one of them could slip up when talking to a close friend.

Rolling his eyes he went into a defensive mode and folded his arms across his chest, “What do you want me to say!? That I enjoy sneaking around my friends and family just to see you! Imagine what my father would think if he knew I was running around with you.” It defiantly sounded harsh and Scorpius regretted what he had said but he couldn’t take it back now, it was to late and it looked like this was going to turn into some sort of argument and he didn’t want to scare Rose away. The red head went on about how long this would last but Scorpius just shrugged and didn’t give her an answer, instead he fiddled with a type writer that was beside him trying to avoid any sort of deep conversation that she wanted. Sure he liked her but he wasn’t ready for commitment yet. She carried on and questioned their meetings and Scorpius frowned, “You think I’m doing this just for a laugh? I genially like you!” Oh yes, he was beginning to get annoyed with her and it was defiantly showing on his face.

“Maybe there is, it isn’t your concern though.” There was another, Adora Flint, a sixth year Slytherin and they were both on the qudditch team, they’d had a few flings in the past and she was defiantly attractive but he didn’t like her, he liked Rose. “You’re not my girlfriend though, you’re just another girl I like.” He didn’t dare make eye contact with her, but he couldn’t help but feel as if she was becoming clingy and questioning him. When she said forget it, he shrugged, “Fine.”

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She couldn’t believe him. His body language, everything about him. This was the side of him she despised. He was becoming his alternate self right before her eyes. Rose watched as the boy stiffened up, put on that twisted smile, and folded his arms. Typical Malfoy; predictable, and nonetheless unlikeable. It was then that he insulted her. She was taken aback, this was different from there usual insults, half the time it being fake. Immediately, the Weasley stiffened up. She was at a loss as far as how to even react. She wasn’t going to break down and cry, or show any weakness. Her expression was icy and cold. Did he forget who he was speaking to? Just because she was a Gryffindor, just because she was in a different year? Her bright blue eyes followed him as he shrugged her off. As Scorpius began to fiddle with the type writer, the anger within her began boiling up. She clenched her teeth, trying hard to surpress her anger and frustration, but it was too late. He was avoiding the question, ignoring her, and insulting her—and she had enough if it. Full of anger, the fiery red head took out her wand once more, casting a blasting curse to his ever so precious typewriter.
Pieces of the contraption flew in different directions, and Rose was still noticeably furious. ”How dare you!” she shouted at the boy. It was almost comical, such an large explosion came from the wand of such a petite young girl. Even more, if she was slightly off, it may have been Scorpius who exploded. In a huff she turned away, walking to another shelf full of junk. She doubted he would even express so much as care in her anger, and now, she didn’t even care. He could leave, ‘he should leave’, she thought. As the boy told her that he genuinely liked her, she shook her head, scoffing at the mere thought of what was genuine with him. ”Right, you like me so much…” she repeated, still grimacing.

Rose heard him from the other shelf, stating that there could be another. Well of course there was another, or else he wouldn’t be so secretive about that either. Probably Adora Flint, only because that’s how these things worked. Adora was a greater enemy than even Scorpius. If given the opportunity, Adora would even give her to death, there was that much hatred between them. She bit her tongue shaking her head. ’I hope it’s Adora. I hope you two are perfectly happy in your Slytherin, pale, blonde-haired ways. I hope you have your one token bratty pureblood elitist child. Then, I hope that they disappoint you so much, that they are sorted into Gryffindor and prove to be a noble and good person, something that no one in your dumb pureblooded families could even comprehend! she thought, the evil expressions noticeable on her face. She was still angry livid. As he shook it off with a casual “fine” she exhaled sharply one last time before kicking the closest thing near her.

(OOC: IDK what direction we should take this in, so I didn’t say to much. Meet Rose, she liked to break things when she’s angry.)

[scorpius]

The original affectionate mood Scorpius had been in with the younger red head had changed; he was no longer holding her and paying attention. Now he was stood a fair distance away from her and his body was turned away from her, showing a lack of interest. Within minutes the type writer he was playing with exploded and he jumped slightly turning sharply around to face her, “What the hell! That could’ve hit me?!” If that spell did hit him, it would of hurt a lot and he definitely wouldn’t talk to her after that, that would change everything. Maybe he was being slightly harsh but he didn’t want her to be able to push him around and question their future that was his decision, not hers. “I do like you, but you’re making this difficult.” He shrugged and folded his arms looking at her with a blank expression.

There was a silence and Scorpius shuffled uncomfortably under Rose’s gaze, he didn’t like this side of her but yet again she probably didn’t like his typical Slytherin side, every Slytherin had a reason to be in that house. Scorpius was simply in there because both of his parents had been in Slytherin and he had a tendency to get what he wanted when he wanted it, no matter what happened he got his way. Scorpius walked away from the red head and sat down on a dusty old couch wondering where this would lead them and if he should leave the girl to destroy old object in the room of requirement.

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Rose sat down in a dusty seat, contemplating her options. There were very few, upon realization. She could simply leave, though that would entirely ruin any chance of her getting what she truly wanted. Though by staying, she probably would lose the same. It truly was a lose-lose situation she’d put herself in. The red head sighed, tossing around the hair that laid on her shoulder. The Weasley messed up, and she knew it. She couldn’t look at him, still livid as to what he’d said prior, but she heard every word he said. He knew he liked her, and he admitted it. This changed everything. The first step she had to do was apologize, and in the best way.

Her blue eyes watched as he walked away. Her heart seemed to leap out of her throat as she thought he was finished, leaving for good. But he stopped and sat, allowing himself and the feisty gingered-hair girl a moment to cool off. She looked around her, at the damage she’d caused. Though it wasn’t as noticeable surrounded by hoarded junk, it was obvious that something happened. The smell of sulfur and burning returned to her senses, and it occurred to her as to why it smelled that way, all from their parents. Her mum and dad, and even Scorpius’ father—they fought…here. Then her Uncle Harry he came back to get Scorpius’ father. It was quite ironic looking at it from a third person perspective. Their parents having a similar argument, here in the same place.

She exhaled sharply before standing up, her bright eyes watching the boy who’s own mood she personally set off. She looked at his robes, all dirty from her explosion. ”Scourgify.” she muttered from across the room, watching as his robes seemed to clean themselves. Rose continued to approach him, though rather timidly—like the young girl she always seemed to be. ”Scorpius…” she called out, doing her best to make eye contact, despite her cautiousness. ”I…I…I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me…” she admitted, biting her lip. ”Just…j-just let me know, whatever you decide you want…alright?” she added, beginning to turn away.

(OOC: where do you want them to go from here?)

[scorpius]

Arguments would always occur between two people who were attracted to each other, especially in a relationship but of course the older Slytherin and Gryffindor weren’t dating and he was actually quite glad they weren’t considering that if they were this argument would have probably ruined them. Of course she needed to look at the situation from a better angle. Rose was upset because he was hiding his trued feelings and she was pretty much his dirty little secret, but she had to understand he was in a house were Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s shouldn’t get along and having a relationship with one was out of bounds. It was like she was aware of the situation, there was so many risks and he had been sneaking around with her so he could see her, what more did she want?

Imagine what his father would do to him if he knew that his only son had been sneaking around with the enemy?! And there was a fair amount of Weasley’s and Potter’s around that already had a great dislike for him, he’d probably make it ten times worse if he hurt her and he didn’t want to face the fury of the Weasley’s there were to may of them and he didn’t want to have his head kicked in by a hand full of angry red headed Weasley’s. Scorpius ran a hand through his blond hair and contemplated on leaving the room and leaving her to cool down, if he wanted to see her again he could always just send her an owl right?

Movement caught his eye and he looked down at his robe that seemed to become very clean since the small explosion and he knew it had to be the work of Rose Weasley, they wouldn’t just clean themselves she must have sent a spell his way to clean his dusty robes which now looked brand new. Then he heard his name and looked up at the timid red head and he smiled slightly to ease her nerves. “Yes?” In fairness she did look pretty upset and it made him feel pretty bad about what he had just done, he didn’t mean to upset her but he didn’t want someone nagging him about letting his feelings out for the world to see.

The blonde nodded and looked at the floor, “It’s okay, let’s just have a bit of a time out for now and give each other some space.” It was a way out, that way he could go back to the common room and relax, possibly think of a solution to this sticky mess. When she turned around he did nothing, he wasn’t going to stop her if she wanted to leave.

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rose weasley.
hmm, maybe after this scorpius gets with adora and then rose finds out through a rumor or something like that? so i reckon now they should both leave or something, i'm not sure, haha. <33

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