Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, places, ideas, events, etc. belong to the brilliant mind of JK Rowling.
The first Dragon Club campout that Albus and Grace attended was on Halloween night. Albus was feeling a bit sick as he trotted down to the common room wearing his favorite pair of red and gold pajama pants and a plain black t-shirt.
“It’s about time,” Rose grumbled as she stood up from a squashy armchair.
“You’re not wearing that are you?”
“What’s wrong with this?” Rose tugged self-consciously at the hem of her light blue tank top.
“The fact that it’s barely there!” Al squeaked, taking in the sight of his cousin before him. Rose was wearing a pair of short yellow and blue shorts that showed off her legs too much, and a tank top that was low cut enough to show off a fair amount of cleavage.
Misinterpreting his concern, Rose scoffed, “It’ll be warm down by the Lake, I’ll be fine.”
“It’s not the cold temperature I’m worried about, it’s where Malfoy’s eyes will be all night.”
“That’s kind of the point,” said Rose with a giggle as she snatched up her blanket from the couch where she had placed it, and then grabbed her pillow as well. They met Scorpius, Zander, and Grace in the Entrance Hall.
“Damn, Weasley!” Zander circled Rose, eyeing her up and down and then winked at Scorpius, “Good luck keeping your hands to yourself tonight, mate.”
Albus playfully punched Zander, mumbling, “That’s my cousin, Goyle.”
“And she looks great,” Grace grinned up at her friend, and they looked at each other. They had planned their pajama outfits together. Grace was dressed just like Rose, in black and red booty shorts and a red tank top.
Until that moment, Al had avoided looking at her, but when she spoke, his eyes automatically slid to Grace and his jaw dropped open slightly as he took in the sight of her. This look did not go unnoticed by Rose, but she brushed it aside; any boy would drool over Grace, she looked gorgeous.
“I’ll second that, Grace,” said Scorpius, who was smiling fondly at Rose.
“Come on, then,” said Al, shoving past his friends, “let’s get this show on the road.”
Once they reached the Lake and found it surrounded by their fellow members of the Dragon Club, Albus visibly relaxed and went straight to Steven for a bottle of firewhiskey. Grace followed him, returning with a margarita, which was Rose’s favorite drink, but she didn’t want to drink tonight.
“Are you cold, love?” Scorpius asked as he wrapped his arm around Rose’s shoulders.
“No, I’m fine,” she replied as she leaned her head onto his shoulder.
“Are you sure? Because I am more than willing to warm you up.”
“I just bet you are,” said Al, finishing off the bottle in his hand and getting another one.
“Oh, get over it, Albus and admit that you like Scorpius,” Grace scolded.
“What? Just because I am tolerating him doesn’t mean that I like him anymore now than I did before,” he stuttered.
“That’s a load of hippogriff shit,” said Grace, “even I have to admit that Scorpius and Zander have grown on me. I consider both of them my friends now.”
“You mean you only consider me a friend?” Zander pouted, trying to subtly slip an arm around her waist.
Giggling, Grace shoved him playfully and said with a sultry smile, “Well, maybe a really close friend.”
“How close?” Zander’s voice had dropped an octave as he inched closer to Grace, his eyes dipping into her shirt then back up to her eyes.
“Not that close,” Albus growled in a warning.
Everyone had a different reaction to this statement. Grace shivered in secret joy; she had made Albus jealous. Zander’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at his friend’s tone; it was obvious to him how Albus felt about Grace then. Scorpius and Rose were in their own little world, completely missing the significant moment that had just taken place.
Then there was Albus who was thinking, ‘What the bloody hell did I say that for? Grace is free to do whatever she wants with whoever she wants. Even if it is Zander fucking Goyle.’
“You know,” said Rose thoughtfully to Scorpius, unaware that all of her friends were listening, “maybe my legs are a bit chilly.” She swung her legs up into his lap, and he let his hands wander freely up and down her calves, warming them up with the friction his fingers caused.
Sighing contentedly, Rose leaned into him and gave him a soft kiss. “Does anyone else want to go drown themselves in the Black Lake?” Grace whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Zander chuckled and Albus choked on his firewhiskey.
“Rosie!” Grace had jumped up suddenly, “This is a muggle song!”
Laughing, Rose said, “Oh my Merlin, it is! How did they get a muggle song here?”
“Forget how, let’s just enjoy it!” Grabbing Rose’s hands, Grace pulled her to her feet and they began to dance together, laughing and singing along with the song.
Rose sang loudly, running her hands through her hair and twirling around. Grace dipped down to the ground and back up, then grabbed Rose’s hand and spun her in a circle.
Rose took both of Grace’s hands and danced with her friend.
They were barely aware of the fact that just about everyone in the Dragon Club was watching them with interest; they seemed to be the only two people there who knew that particular song. “Best. Meeting. Ever,” said Zander Goyle, his eyes wide as he watched his two best girl friends dance together seductively. He snatched away Al’s bottle of firewhiskey and took a swig from it.
“I’m cutting in,” said Scorpius with finality as he stood up. Just then the song changed; it was another muggle song. “What the fuck?” he asked, but surprisingly, Scorpius knew this one. His mother had often listened to muggle music at home, and he had often enjoyed it.
Scorpius, who was clad in a pair of green sweat pants and a white t-shirt came up behind Rose, and put his hands lightly on her sides, just over her ribs. He whispered the lyrics of the song in her ear.
Rose spun around, surprise etched over her face as she realized that he knew this song. He spun her back around forcefully, and kept singing. He held her close to him, and she grinded back against him. She lifted her arms above her head, and his hands traced her arms all the way up and back down.
Scorpius moved his hands down to her hips, and guided them to sway with the music. Albus stood up, getting ready to interrupt; they were practically shagging! But Grace distracted him by grabbing him and pulling him up to dance with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her body suggestively against his.
Giving in with a groan, Albus moved his body to the music also. Damn it, this is what got him into this mess in the first place! Dancing with Grace did things to him that drove him crazy. His hands were on her back, tracing her spine up and down as they danced together.
Grace sang a few of the lyrics of the suggestive song to him. Albus shivered at those words, and his fingers dug into her sides, gripping the thin material of her tank top.
Knowing he needed to stop while he was still in control of himself, Albus pulled away, “Fuck,” he hissed and then retreated quickly into the tent, leaving a stunned Grace behind. Seeing the hurt look in her eyes, Zander jumped up, grabbed her hand and started dancing with her.
For the first time since Rose, Zander cared for a girl as if she were a sister to him. That didn’t stop him from flirting with her, of course, but Zander had grown to care for Grace and did his best to help take her mind off of her aching heart.
“Forget him. Let’s dance, Gracie,” Zander whispered to her. Nodding, she let Zander guide her body, and was vaguely surprised that he was such a good dancer. If she hadn’t been so enthralled by Albus, she might have actually considered having a fling with Zander, but as it was, she only had one bloke on her mind.
“I love this song! This should be my theme song!” Zander declared as he spun Grace around and then pulled her back against him hard. Even though he had just heard the song for the first time, Zander caught onto the chorus quickly, and sang it loudly for Grace, who laughed appreciatively.
The song was about a guy who all of the girls wanted; a typical theme in muggle songs. Grace had to admit that it did sound like something that could be Zander's theme song.
“You’re a good singer, Zan,” Grace complimented, putting her hand on his chest and running it down his toned abs and back up.
“That’s not the only thing I’m good at,” he smirked.
“Save it, I’m not interested.”
He chuckled, “Me either. No offense, Vaisley, but I prefer being with girls who don’t fancy one of my mates,” he nodded toward the tent.
“What? I don’t…if you think…Albus and I are just…stop laughing, Goyle!”
“I can’t help it! You sound just like Scorp did when he was trying to deny that he was in love with Rose.”
Grace chuckled a bit, but it quickly turned into a soft sob. “Sorry,” she mumbled, wiping at her damp eyes.
Sighing, he said, “Let’s go on inside the tent and sleep. It’s getting late.” She nodded and let him lead her back into the tent.
Zander started to head off toward the boys’ room, but she stopped him, “Rose is still out there with Scorpius. I don’t want to be by myself. Will you stay in the sitting room with me until she comes in?”
Not knowing what else to do, he nodded and sat on the couch. There was nothing to be said between them and they fell into a comfortable silence which resulted in both of them drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Outside, Scorpius and Rose were still dancing. “Another muggle song? Bloody hell, what is this meeting coming to?” he groaned as yet another song played that he was unfamiliar with. He had only known the one he had been singing earlier.
“Oh, I love this one,” Rose whispered, pulling Scorpius close to her.
“It’s a slow song,” he noted as his arms automatically went around her and held her close to him, swaying her gently.
Rose was whispering the lyrics of the song barely loud enough for Scorpius to hear. They were so tender and heart warming that she felt a little embarassed singing them, but with Scorpius, she knew there was nothing for her to be embarrassed about.
Scorpius began humming along, and Rose could feel it reverberating through his chest. Encouraged by his response, she continued singing the words to him softly.
Scorpius wanted to spin her around again, to see her beautiful red hair fan out around her, but he just held her closer still, his hand splayed on her lower back, leading her as they danced. He laid his cheek on top of her head, inhaling the scent of her. She tilted her head to look up at him and her blue eyes sparkled in the light of the fire.
The song came to an end, and he bestowed her with a small smile, “I believe I liked that song as well. Very much.” Grinning, she kissed him and then the music went back to an upbeat tempo.
After a fun night of dancing, Rose and Scorpius retired into the tent. Upon seeing two of their friends on the couch, Scorpius summoned a blanket, draped it over Zander and Grace, said goodnight to Rose, and they went their separate ways.
Early the next morning, after they packed everything up, they returned to the castle. “Bloody hell I’m hungry,” said Zander as he scratched his stomach.
“To the kitchens!” said Rose as she leapt on his back. Laughing, Zander took off running with Rose on his back, toward the kitchens. Scorpius followed them quickly with a yell of “Oi! No running off with my girlfriend, Goyle!”
Laughing, Grace and Albus continued on their way through the quiet castle. “I’m sorry about last night,” said Grace, “I just wanted to dance. I didn’t realize it would upset you.”
“It didn’t upset me,” he corrected cautiously, “it just took me off guard.”
“What,” hissed a sudden voice, “is going on here?” Olivia came into view, dropping Al’s Cloak of Invisibility at her feet.
“Ollie!” Al faked a smile and rushed to his girlfriend, hugging her, thankful for her presence. It gave him a way to get away from Grace and the way she made him feel. “We were just on our way in.”
“In from where?” Olivia was not responding to his embrace.
“Outside, obviously,” said Grace with just a hint of ice in her tone.
“What were you two doing outside alone?”
“We weren’t alone,” he corrected, but couldn’t say more because of the enchantment binding his tongue.
“Oh,” Olivia’s eyebrows shot up, “you were with Rose and her Slytherin friends?”
Albus nodded. Grace frowned. Olivia scowled. “Come on, Ollie, let’s go back up to Gryffindor Tower,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“Alright,” she relented, but her eyes went to Grace and her look was disapproving and suspicious. “But this isn’t over, Albus, I’m tired of you sneaking out at night with that lot,” her eyes, still on Grace, narrowed.
His shoulders slumped and he followed his girlfriend back up to their dormitory. Grace shook her head; she could make Albus so much happier than Olivia made him. Didn’t he see that? Tears filled her eyes. Just two weeks prior she had been sure she had no feelings for Albus more than friendship and now her mind had changed completely.
She was in love with Albus. It was so obvious to her now. She couldn’t get him off of her mind. She thought of the way he kissed her. The way he had made her feel when his lips touched hers, when his hands explored her body.
It was more than physical for her. They were connecting on a deeper emotional level, talking at Dragon Club meetings, and she realized that she knew Albus Potter so much better now than she ever had before. She could tell you everything about him from his favorite color to his least favorite school subject to the way he nervously bit at his lip when something was bothering him.
Deep down she knew that he felt the same way. She could tell by the way he looked at her, the way he listened when she spoke, the way his eyes always went to her first whenever he entered the room. Knowing it would take a lot of convincing on her part before Albus realized his true feelings, she sullenly retreated to the Slytherin dungeons.
Rose was sprawled out on the bed of Scorpius Malfoy. She was laying on her stomach, reading a book, humming quietly to herself. Scorpius was trying to do the same, but was constantly being distracted by the gorgeous redhead lying beside him.
His eyes glanced down to her feet, which were clad in short high-heeled shoes, skimmed up her smooth perfect calves, and gazed hungrily at her slightly freckled thighs. Her skirt barely covered her round small bottom, and Scorpius couldn’t help staring, knowing that if she shifted her weight the slightest bit, he would be able to catch a glimpse of her panties.
Earlier, when he had helped her locate a book in the library, she had stretched up enough for him to know that the panties she wore that day were emerald green, lacey, and currently just out of his sight. Not for the first time, he considered asking Albus to lend him a pair of trick glasses created by his Uncle George that would allow one to see through clothing.
Alas, he had too much chivalry for that. He should’ve let the Sorting Hat chuck him into Gryffindor after all, it seemed. Without really intending to, he found his hand skimming down her back and cupping her perfect rear.
Rose immediately stopped humming and turned her head slightly to look at him. “Sorry,” he mumbled and removed his hand, deliberately flicking the skirt up a bit and catching just the littlest glimpse of green.
She smiled at him, “It’s alright, I don’t mind,” she said.
He blinked at her stupidly before repeating, “You don’t…you don’t mind if I grab your arse while you read?”
Laughing, she replied, “Don’t think it’s escaped my notice that you have been checking me out every five seconds since I’ve been in here. So go ahead and touch all you’d like.”
“All I’d like?” he asked eagerly.
Rose giggled, “Okay, maybe not all, but you know what I mean. Scorpius, we’ve been dating for two months now, and we’ve been friends for so much longer than that. I trust you. Truly, I do. Even if I’m not ready to have sex with you, that doesn’t mean I’m going to deny you every little thing you want.”
“This,” he said quietly, again letting his hand wander to her backside, “Is no little thing for me, Rose.” He paused, “Are you sure this is alright?”
She rolled over, turning her body so that it was facing his, and his hand lay gently on her hip. She brought her hands to his face, stroking it lovingly, “Yes, I’m sure.” She kissed him and as they kissed, his hands traveled around to cup and grab the part of her body he had been admiring all day. Hell, he’d been admiring it for over a year.
The kiss became more and more heated and he became more confident with his hands, letting them pull her skirt up so that it bunched around her hips. “You,” he whispered in a panting breath, “are so perfect, Rose,” as he spoke, he trailed his fingers around her body. “If I do anything you’re uncomfortable with, tell me at once and I’ll stop.”
She nodded and experimentally, he began touching her. It was the first time he had touched her in some of those places. The first time she had allowed him to become so intimate with her. What if she didn’t like it? What if he did something wrong?
These worries fled from his mind as she reacted in a way that utterly shocked him. A wild gasp was ripped from her throat and she moved closer to him, and she brought her lips crashing down on his, kissing him in an insane frenzy as her own hands began to explore.
He had always thought of Rose as an innocent girl who was somewhat afraid of intimacy. She always kept careful boundaries for him that he never crossed, except for the night she had shown him her tattoo. He had never expected that she wanted this as much as him. He never expected that she would crave him the same way he craved her, and that scared him.
Rose hadn’t kept boundaries to save her physical innocence, she kept them to keep herself emotionally safe. At the moment, this meant much more to her than messing around with her boyfriend; this was her way of showing him how much she trusted him and how much of herself she was putting into his hands (both literally and figuratively).
Not knowing exactly what he was doing, Scorpius acted mostly on instinct as he let his hands wander. He figured he must be doing something right because she was responding to him very enthusiastically.
She let her shaking hands explore his body, and it was the first time that they had ever touched certain parts of his. Scorpius gave a guttural moan and let his lips trail down from hers to her neck.
“Rosie,” he whispered, trying and failing to catch his breath as they both continued what they were doing, “if you keep doing that, I’m going to…” he trailed off, knowing she would understand.
“I know,” he was both surprised and pleased to hear that her voice sounded just like his; low, breathy, labored, desperate, “me too,” she said. Those two words were his undoing. Knowing that he was causing her as much pleasure as she was causing him sent Scorpius over the edge. His entire body shook, and he felt her rocketing into the same blissful abyss as him.
She bit hard into his shoulder, her scream somewhat muffled by the fabric of his shirt. As soon as they both caught their breath, she rolled away from him, lying on her back, staring straight up at the canopy above them. Scorpius watched her curiously as she turned to smile at him, her cheeks flushed with color and it turned him on again knowing that he was the reason for the color in her cheeks.
“That was incredible,” he said at last.
“Mmm,” she hummed contentedly, “You were incredible.”
They began to kiss again just as the curtains around the bed were torn open. Zander Goyle was looking at them with a goofy grin on his face as he took in the sight before him. Scorpius was practically on top of Rose who was looking the most disheveled Zander had ever seen her, with her hair a mess and her skirt bunched up around her waist, showing off her knickers.
“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” he asked very casually.
“Yes,” Scorpius grumbled, his face still buried in Rose’s neck, laying kisses on her skin, “go away.”
Embarrassedly, Rose squirmed to pull her skirt down into place and sat up, running a hand through her hair. Making a face at the mess, she flicked her wand to tame her wild curls. Scorpius was still lying down, an arm wrapped around her waist, trying to pull her back to him.
Giggling, she stood up, pulling out of his embrace and said, “Thanks for tonight, Malfoy, we should do that again sometime,” with a quick wink at him, she turned and flounced out of the dormitory.
Zander looked from the door where Rose had just disappeared, to Scorpius, to the door again, and then back to Scorpius before asking, “Did she….did you two…are you still a virgin, mate?”
Rolling his eyes, Scorpius sat up, scratching the back of his head, ruffling his already mused hair. “Yes, Zan, I’m still a virgin. There are other things two people can do to please each other without having sex, you know,” he said.
“Oh, I know,” said Zander, “I just didn’t think that you did.”
Rolling his eyes, Scorpius pushed passed Zander playfully and the two of them went down to the common room. “So do you think that you two will be participating in any other sexual activities any time soon?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not pressuring her. I’m perfectly content to go at her pace.”
“Sure you are,” said Zander with a knowing smirk. “So how was it?”
“How was what?” said Scorpius, hoping that his friend was talking about something other than his evening with Rose, but knowing that his luck was never that good.
“Rose!” said Zander excitedly, “how was it to be with her like that, even if it wasn’t sex?”
Scorpius thought about this before answering, “Think of the best shag you’ve ever had,” he paused and waited for Zander to bring a memory to mind, “then multiply that times a million and that’s how it was.”
Zander groaned in jealousy and said, “It’s too bad she never wanted to hook up with me before settling down with you,” Scorpius playfully punched his best friend and the two of them fell into a short comfortable silence.
“Do you want to talk about it? It seems like you two are quickly heading in the direction of the big s-e-x, and you’ve never done it before, so is there anything you might want to know? Any questions you’re embarrassed to ask?”
“As if I would tell you if there were,” Scorpius replied. He knew that Zander was being serious, and he appreciated it, but that was just not something he felt comfortable discussing with someone as experienced as Zander.
“Who else would you ask about it, mate? Surely not your father, seeing as how he doesn’t even know you’re dating Weasley, let alone considering shagging her.”
Scorpius frowned; who else could he talk to? Not that he needed any questions answered, of course, but Zander brought up a valid point. If Scorpius couldn’t talk to his father, and he was too embarrassed to talk to Zander, who could he go to for advice about Rose and his physical relationship? The answer that sprang into his mind was not one he wanted to consider, but it did seem like his only option.
“I don’t know,” he lied smoothly, standing up from the chair he had been sitting it, “but I’m going down to the library to study. We have that exam tomorrow in Ancient Runes,” said Scorpius, lying through his teeth, using the only class that he did not have with Zander.
“Sure you do,” his friend replied knowingly, “have fun studying, mate.”
“See you later, Zan,” Scorpius left the common room quietly, and set out at a brisk pace to find Albus Potter.
“Oi! Potter! What are you doing in here?” Scorpius finally found him lurking in the library.
“Sh!” Al motioned for him to be quiet and pulled him quickly into an abandoned aisle of dusty books. “Be quiet!”
“But what are you-” Albus clamped a hand over Scorpius’ mouth and turned him to face the bookshelf. At first Scorpius was confused, but then he looked through the books and realized that Albus was spying on a girl. Confident that he would be quiet now, Al removed his hand from Scorpius’ mouth. “Are you stalking Vaisley?”
“What? No! I just…followed her in here to…erm…you know, see how she’s doing.”
“Have you talked to her at all since the campout by the Lake?”
“No, I haven’t, but it’s only been a few days.”
“A few days of not talking means something a lot different to girls than it does to blokes.”
“I know.”
“How are things with Olivia?”
“Fine. Why were you looking for me anyway?”
“I kind of wanted to talk to you about something that might, uh, make you a bit uncomfortable…you know what? Forget I said anything. I’m just going to get out of here and go back to my common room and pretend this never happened…”
“Scorpius, listen,” Al tugged the sleeve of Scorpius’ robe and pulled him back, “I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but these last few months have given me the chance to get to know you better, and I reckon we’re friends now. I want you to know that you can talk to me about things. I don’t have many blokes I can talk to, you know. All of my friends are my family members and that gets awkward, let me tell you. So what’s going on?”
“I don’t want you to kill me, Potter…”
Albus rolled his eyes, thinking his friend was being overdramatic, “I’m not going to kill you, Malf-wait…did you and Rose..?”
“No,” said Scorpius slowly, “but I think we might sometime soon.”
“And you thought it was a good idea to talk with me about this? Bloody hell!”
“Well you’ve shagged before, and I haven’t, so I thought you would be someone I could talk to!” said Scorpius angrily, in an attempt to defend his actions.
“Hold on,” Albus held up a hand for Scorpius to be quiet for a moment as he processed this information, “You’ve never shagged? Never bedded a girl? With Zander Goyle as your best friend, you were unable to find a willing participant-”
“I was not unable,” hissed Scorpius, beginning to regret starting this conversation, “I chose to wait.”
“Why?”
“I wanted it to be with the right person. I wasn’t going to give it up to some slag. Surely you know by now that your cousin means everything to me, Albus. So I guess, in a way, you could say that I waited for her.”
“Blimey, no wonder you’re worried! You’re both virgins and have no idea what you’re doing.”
“I resent that! I know perfectly well what I’m doing even if I haven’t done it before.”
“My best advice,” said Albus seriously, “is to go with your instincts, mate, because they rarely lead you wrong. Also, you should probably try to read her responses.”
“Read her responses?”
Albus did a facepalm, “Yes, Scorp, her responses. If you can tell she likes something, then keep doing it. If you’re unsure or she doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it, then you should change what you’re doing.”
Scorpius nodded seriously, taking mental notes, and Albus was trying desperately to be diplomatic about this. If he allowed himself, even for a moment, to remember that Malfoy was thinking about having sex with his cousin, he wouldn’t have been giving him pointers, but they were friends now and for what it was worth, he liked Scorpius.
“But I thought it would hurt her? How can she like it if it’s painful?”
“It will be at first, for a few moments, which means you should probably be patient. Don’t just start…you know…being all…aggressive. Give her time to adjust and get over the whole ‘bloody-hell-this-hurts-why-am-I-fucking-doing-this’ thing.”
“Al is right,” Zander joined in, having followed Scorpius around the castle to find out where he was going.
“Zan,” Scorpius groaned in embarrassment and sank down to the floor, leaning against a shelf of dusty books. Laughing, the other two boys squatted down with him, having a mini pow-wow in the back of the library.
“I’m just saying, I’ve done this before many times. She can enjoy it her first time as long as you go easy on her,” Zander continued. Albus nodded in agreement after patting Zander on the back. “Granted, it will probably be damn hard for you to control yourself, I mean after all, this is Rose we’re talking about, and that girl….damn…just damn. She would drive any bloke crazy.”
“Oi! That’s my cousin!” said Albus, becoming flustered at the mention of Rose’s name. Up until that point he had used his imagination to make himself believe they were talking about someone else.
“Sorry, mate, but it’s true,” said Zander with a wink. “Is there anything else that you’re worried about while we’re here?”
“Yes,” said Scorpius looking at Al, “will you kill me if we do this?”
Albus rolled his eyes, “If it had happened a few months ago, then absolutely. But now…no, I won’t. If she decides to shag you, who am I to say anything about it? Granted I can’t speak for the rest of the family. James and Hugo will probably try to kill you.”
“I expect that much. Is there anything else I should know?”
Zander and Albus glanced at each other and then both started spewing out advice at random at the same time. “Don’t talk a lot during,”
“Try to compliment her,”
“The place where you do it is important,”
“Use protection,”
“Be romantic,”
“Don’t let things get awkward afterwards,”
“Kiss her neck, girls love that,”
“Ask her what she wants,”
“Stop if she tells you to at any point,”
“Practice unhooking bras before hand,”
“HOLD ON!” yelled Scorpius, who couldn’t keep track of everything. Everyone fell silent as Scorpius thought for a moment and then asked, “how am I supposed to practice unhooking bras?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” said Zander with a wave of his hand, “we’ll put a few on Potter and then let you practice…”
“HELL NO!” shouted Albus.
“Al?” a distinctly feminine voice came from a girl who had just rounded the corner. All three boys jumped immediately to their feet to greet whoever had stumbled upon them. “Oh, it is you. I thought I heard your voice.”
“Grace,” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat before asking stupidly, “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she said with a frown, “have you been avoiding me?”
“Actually, he’s been stalking you,” Scorpius received a quick kick in the shins from Albus.
“No, I haven’t been avoiding you, I just needed some time to figure things out.”
“Wouldn’t it have helped if you talked with me, seeing as how it involves me?”
“I didn’t, erm, think about that.”
“Well, you prat, how could you think about anything if you don’t even know what I want? Did you ever stop to think that I regretted that moment in the kitchens and didn’t want it to happen again?” Zander and Scorpius stood there awkwardly, not wanting to leave when things were getting so interesting. Not to mention they were enjoying their friend’s discomfort.
“I didn’t realize that you felt that way,” poor Al sounded crestfallen.
“I don’t feel that way,” she replied crisply, “just so you know, I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”
“You haven’t?”
“No, as a matter of fact, I think about it all the time,” she was moving very close to Al, and Scorpius had to back up a step to give her space to approach him. When she was close enough, Grace reached forward and brushed a lock of his hair off of his forehead.
“You do?” he squeaked.
“Yes. I think about it when I’m in bed at night, and when I’m in the shower, and when I have some time to myself alone in my dormitory while I…well, you know,” instead of blushing, which would be the natural reaction for most women, Grace was smirking at Albus wickedly.
As her words sunk into his mind, he didn’t stand a chance, the poor bloke. Immediately he snatched her up, spun her around, pinned her against the bookshelf and started snogging her senseless. “Perhaps we should leave,” said Scorpius as he waved his hand to clear the dust in the air that had been stirred up by how forcefully Albus had pinned Grace to the old bookshelves.
“I don’t know,” Zander was grinning widely, “I’d rather stay and watch the show.” There was no doubt to any of them that there was going to be a show, as Albus had taken to running his hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he went, and she was quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Oi! Albus, mate, you have a girlfriend!” Scorpius felt it was his duty to remind his new friend of this little fact, “Does the name Olivia Wood ring a bell? Because it should.”
“Go fuck yourself, Malfoy,” Albus’ voice was muffled as his mouth was buried in Grace’s cleavage.
“You know, maybe I will. Or perhaps I should just go find your cousin and let Rose fuck me instead?” that did it. Al released Grace, and she promptly fell back to the floor, landing lithely on her feet. Al’s face was pale, drained of color.
“I’m sorry, Albus,” said Grace shakily as she straightened her clothes, “I didn’t mean to come at you like that. But I was being honest about everything I said. I can’t stop thinking about you. I know it’s wrong, Olivia is one of my best friends, and I shouldn’t be doing this to her, but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I want to be with you.”
“Well this is no longer fun to watch,” grumbled Zander.
“Grace, I want to be with you, too, but Olivia and I have been together for a year now, and I can’t just let her go. I need to make sure that what you and I have is real and not just a fling that’s all about physical stuff.”
“This is so much more to me than something physical, Al, surely you know that? We’ve been friends for years. Do you really think I would betray Olivia for a shagging buddy? If that’s all I wanted, I could just go to Zander for that!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Shut up, Zan,” Albus, Scorpius, and Grace all said at the same time.
“I want to believe that what we have is real, Grace, that what I feel for you means more than just this frenzied snogging, but before I make any rash decisions, I have to be positive. It’s like you said; you wouldn’t betray Olivia unless you were sure, and the same goes for me. I won’t leave her until I’m sure.”
Grace reached for him, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him to her. She kissed him so passionately that Zander and Scorpius just watched with wide eyes. Grace pulled away, “Then be sure, Albus, and when you are, come and find me.” With that, she was gone.
“Bloody hell,” Zander groaned, “how do you turn that girl down? If I were you, I would be chasing after her and begging her to-”
It seemed that Albus took Zander’s advice to heart, because he was suddenly sprinting after her calling out, “Grace! Oi! Grace! Wait up!”
Laughing, Scorpius and Zander left the library and went back toward the dungeons. “Do you think Potter and Vaisley will ever realize that they’re meant to be together?”
“Eventually, though it may take Albus a while to figure it out. I do feel bad for Olivia, though. Blimey, she doesn’t deserve that. If Al is going to try things to Grace, he needs to leave Olivia.”
“Or invite her for a threesome,” Zander wiggled his eyebrows but Scorpius just rolled his eyes.
“Have you two seen Albus? Olivia is looking for him. They have a date tomorrow and she wants to know where they are going and what they will be doing so she can dress appropriately,” Rose was suddenly between them.
“Appropriate dress for any date would be for a girl to wear something easy to take off,” said Zander at once.
“No,” replied Scorpius with an exasperated sigh directed at Zander, “we haven’t seen Albus. Have you checked the kitchens?” Both Scorpius and Zander were ready and willing to lie to protect their new friend.
“Yes, I have, I’m beginning to get a bit worried.”
“Don’t worry,” said Zander casually, “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. He’s a Potter, isn’t he? He’s probably getting into some kind of trouble somewhere.”
Rose laughed, “That’s very true. So what are you boys up to?”
“Just walking to the dorm from the library,” said Scorpius.
“Yes, all by ourselves with no cute Gryffindor girls to protect us from all of the bad things lurking about the castle at night,” Zander teased, “could you please walk us home, our brave little lioness?”
“Oh, well, since you asked so nicely,” said Rose with a chuckle. She linked her arms through theirs, and the three of them made their way to the Slytherin common room.
Scorpius cleared his throat almost nervously and said with deliberation, “Speaking of dates, Rose, you and I haven’t actually been on a proper one, and I was meaning to ask you if you’d like to go on a proper date with me some time?”
Rose stopped walking, halting Zander and Scorpius. “A…proper date?”
“Yes,” he said quickly, “like, treat you to dinner or something. I thought you might like that.”
“I would!” she exclaimed, “Oh, Scorp! That sounds wonderful!” she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him flamboyantly, “If I had known that all I had to do to get you to ask me on a proper date was stick my hand in your pants, I’d of done that a long time ago!”
Zander doubled over in laughter and Scorpius turned bright red before he argued hotly, “Rose Nymphadora Weasley, you know that is not the reason for me asking you out on a date! It’s because we’ve been a couple for over two months and-”
She shut him up by kissing him again. Smiling, she whispered, “I know, Scorp, I just wanted to see the look on Zander’s face when I said that.”
Scorpius visibly relaxed and then asked, “So where do you want to go?”
“I’m thinking,” she said shrewdly, “the Room of Requirement.”
“Perfect, that way we can go anywhere we’d like,” and do anything we’d like, he added silently to himself.
A/N: Normally I am not a fan of using a lot of muggle music in my stories, but the lyrics fit and I happened to be listening to the radio while writing this chapter. Please let me know what you think! Also, what do you think Scorpius and Rose will do for their date? Will Albus date Grace or stay with Olivia?
Just a quick sneak preview of chapter 17, which is titled "Practice"
As it was well into November, Hogsmeade was rather cold. Scorpius raised his wand and suddenly Rose was wearing her favorite emerald green winter cloak. Smiling at him in a silent 'thanks,' she led him toward Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: Hogsmeade Branch.
"Rose," Scorpius stopped, pulling her up short, "Your uncle…"
"…cannot tell me who to date. Come on, Scorp, I think it's about time you met Uncle George."
"What?" he snapped. Unlike Albus, who squeaked when he was nervous, Scorpius' voice dropped.
"My mum told me I should stop by and see him, and I reckon she's right. I haven't seen Uncle George since summer, whereas all of my cousins have stopped by his shop."
"What if he's not here? Isn't the main premise down in Diagon Alley?"
"Oh, he's here alright," said Rose with a giggle. She pointed up at the building and Scorpius noticed for the first time that the entire place was alive with sounds and music. Even though it was getting close to dusk, the joke shop appeared to be in full swing.
When they entered, a bell tinkled above their heads and a bucket that had been strategically placed above the door, tipped over and drenched them in green slime. In midair in front of them, words magically appeared, "Want to prank your friends? What better way than to douse them in a bucket of troll boogies?"
Rose laughed deeply, and Scorpius scowled, mouthing the words, "Troll boogies?"
"Don't worry," Rose reached up and wiped the goop away from his lips, "they're not really troll boogies."
"Are you sure about that, Rosie?" asked the voice of her Uncle George.
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