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To Forget

The next morning, Rose awoke slowly and happily.  She smiled over at Scorpius, gazing over his sleeping and peaceful form.  Scorpius.  She shot up, startling him awake in the process.

“Rose,” he groaned, “Go back to sleep.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped, fumbling to get out of the bed, “Oh my God.”

“Hey, where are you going?” he whined, trying to reach for her, but she was already off the bed and running to the door.

Before he could even really sit up and rub his eyes awake, the door was shut and Rose was gone.  Sighing, Scorpius fell back onto his pillows, arms spread.

“Fuck,” was all he said before turning back onto his stomach and going back to sleep.

--

When he finally decided to get out of bed at eleven thirty, Scorpius was entirely ready to sort things out.  He grabbed a white v-neck and changed into a pair of loose jeans, slipped on a red flannel over his shirt, pulled on socks, and then headed downstairs, checking the bathroom first.  And then, when she didn’t answer his persistent knocking, he unlocked her door with his wand and slipped in.

“I can’t,” was all she said.

She was sitting at her desk, scribbling furiously with a quill.

“Bullshit,” he almost laughed, “Why can’t you?  Daddy dearest?”

“You don’t understand, Draco.  Your parents are happy.”

“Yours should be.”

“But they aren’t.”

“Well, your dad needs to get over it.”

“Goddamn it, Scorpius!  This isn’t about my parents!” she yelled, and she threw the chair back as she stood.

She stalked right up to him, and he was shocked as her lips met his that he forgot to react at first.  When she started to pull away, however, his instincts kicked in and he grabbed her face, kissing her hard and demandingly.  She pushed him to the bed, and he almost stumbled in his surprise.

“Rose,” he gasped as she yanked off his flannel.

“Don’t even ask,” she ordered, pulling her shirt right up and off.

He sighed as her naked form came into view, and he brought himself to her again, kissing her wildly.  Her hands found his jeans, and they were sliding down his legs in seconds.  He didn’t think, just let her undress them, and he only paused when he was hovering over her, heart pounding and breathing too fast.

“Rose,” he started, but she just put her hand to the back of his neck and shook her head.

“Don’t.  Ask,” she said before kissing him, and that was all the confirmation he needed.

 

 

“I’m so confused,” Scorpius sighed a half hour later, Rose wrapped in his arms.

“I have to go,” she whispered before rolling away from him.

He barely caught her before she got off the bed, but he just managed to grab her wrist, holding tightly.

“Where are you going?” he asked, eyes wide, “What the hell is going on?”

“I told the triplets I’d meet them for lunch.  I have to go.”

“Rose!” he exclaimed as she pried his fingers loose and walked away to get dressed.

“Rose!” he repeated as she just ignored him, “What the hell, Rose?  Am I just a rebellion for you?  Is this just a game?  Honestly, what is going on?”

“I can’t like you!” she screamed suddenly, turning on him, “I’m not supposed!  I’ve hated you all my life, I’ve suppressed these feelings for so long, and now I can’t control any of them!  Look what you’re doing to me!  I was never like this!  I never would have done that!  I don’t know what it is about you, Scorpius, but you’re irresistible!”

“Honestly?  Really?”

He almost laughed.  He sat there, shaking his head.

“I know it sounds stupid and like some lame, trashy romance novel, but it’s true!  Before you decided to ask me why, I was okay with just hating you forever!  And then you wanted to know why, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I still can’t!  You make my whole brain go numb, and then I can’t even think, and then I just do things!”

“Oh?  Oh?” he yelled, getting out and pulling on his boxers and jeans, “Is that what this was?  Just a thing?  Just gonna string me along, making me think you actually like me, making me think I might actually have a chance for once?  Real classy, Rose!  Goddamn whore,” he finished in a grumble, and she was in front of him so fast, he almost didn’t duck her slap.

“Don’t call me a whore!” she shrieked, shoving his chest.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” he roared, pointing at the bed, and she shrunk under his anger, “TELL ME.”

“I don’t know,” she crumbled.

“Don’t know, don’t fucking know,” he muttered before pushing around her, gathering his things, and stalking out.

He was just throwing his black leather jacket on when he left the portrait hole.  He stopped to lean against the wall so he could tug on his black Doc Martens, and he was just lacing them up as the portrait hole opened again.

“Scorpius,” Rose started, walking toward him until he finished the last shoe and stormed right by her.

Gritting her teeth, she followed him, her pace quick, yelling for him to stop every once in a while.

“Leave me alone, Rose!” he responded only twice, but that only moved her faster.

When he finally reached the Great Hall, he was farther ahead, and so he slipped in through the open door, instantly catching Corvus’ eyes.  He watched him mumble something to Hailey before reaching over and smacking Adrian.

“Scorpius Malfoy!” Rose shouted from behind him.

He stopped and spun on his heel to face her.

“Get away from me,” he said in a low voice, “Leave me alone.  I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” she retorted, shoving his chest as McGonagall stood.

“Oh?  Oh, really?” he laughed, shaking his head, “Well, my bad!  I guess we can just fuck some more then because that’s obviously all you really wanted, right?  I chase you around, tail between my legs everytime you’re around, and then you decide, let’s back Scorpius into a corner, kiss him, and then drag him around until you get a good fuck and tell him it was all for nothing because it was just a thing!”

His voice had reached a shout, and Rose was staring at him in horror as was the rest of the hall.

“Happy?” he finished before turning back and continuing on to the guys who were just standing there, frozen.

“Where are we going?” Adrian asked once he got in earshot.

“London,” he said, not stopping.

“Scorpius!” Corvus exclaimed, hurrying to get on the other side of the bench and run after him, “London?” he continued, exiting the Great Hall, “Why London?”

“I’m going to forget her.  I never want to remember her,” he said as McGonagall called their names, her heels clicking toward them.

“Up for a run?” he asked, looking to his left and right at Adrian and Corvus.

They just shrugged, and the three of them took off when they reached the stairs leading outside.

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December.

Scorpius sighed, exhaling smoke as he did.  He loved behind home, loved being able to see his parents every day and visit his friends at any hour without getting in trouble or having to worry about classes.  He loved every single thing about being home for the holidays.  He shrugged deeper in his jacket as a breeze blew past him before sucking in another draft.  He loved the peace of the mornings, when it really was so early that he should be asleep, but he loved being awake at this time, loved watching the sun rise.  He hadn’t been to bed yet, which was probably bad, considering it was almost eight o’clock in the morning.

He snuffed out his cigarette when he was done before flicking it in the bushes and sighing, huddling into his jacket.  He let his eyes close, relishing in the cold morning sun.  He could hear his mother waking, quietly going about the house.  When he was little, he used to try to wake up before her all the time, but he never could manage it until he just didn’t go to sleep one night, and listened to the house wake up.  He loved it.

He struck another cigarette.  He was feeling antsy lately, and angry, though he amounted it to Rose being so close to him when he was supposed to be at peace, to be at home, away from her.  They hadn’t spoken since their fight nearly a month ago, but that didn’t surprise him.  She never hung out with the girls when he was around, and she made herself scarce the second he walked into the common room.  She still made his blood boil sometimes.  He just couldn’t understand her.

He smiled as he heard the refrigerator open.  He could almost see his mum sigh and cock her hip, hand planted there, trying to figure out what to cook for breakfast.  A door opened and closed upstairs, his father, and he scuffed his feet along the carpeted hallway, clearly tired.  They’d taken the week off from work since Thursday was Christmas, and it was nice to have them around.  He missed them during the day, where he would wander around before finally going to Corvus or Adrian’s house.

His dad’s footsteps started toward the door, but Scorpius remained there, knees pulled close and cigarette balanced between his fingers.  He took in a small draft as the door opened, and his dad made a noise of surprise at his figure.

“Been to bed yet?” he asked, looking around for the paper.

“Not yet,” Scorpius returned, digging into his pocket to retrieve it.

He stood up, took in a last draft, and snuffed the cigarette out with his toe before brandishing the paper and waiting for his dad to go back inside.  He followed him in, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging up once inside.

“Couldn’t sleep or just didn’t feel like it?” Draco continued, looking over his shoulder.

“Latter.  M’starved, though.”

“Good.  Waffles and fruit for breakfast,” Hermione said as they entered the kitchen, “You look tired, darling.”

“I get confused when you’re here because I never know who she’s talking to,” Draco laughed as he went to turn on the coffee pot.

“Probably you, dad.  I never look tired.  Plus, you’re old.”

“Har har.  So, what’s on the schedule for today, kid?”

“Uh,” Scorpius said, scratching his head and sitting down, “I don’t know?”

“That’s the bad kind of I don’t know,” Hermione sighed, turning and arching an eyebrow at him, “The kind of I don’t know that means you’ll be with the boys and you won’t be doing things I approve of.”

“Strip poker is hardly something to slap my wrist for,” he joked, smirking.

“Oh, Scorpius.  Why don’t you see how Rose is doing?”

He hadn’t told them.  He’d skillfully dodged the subject everytime they asked, but this time his father chimed in.

“Yea, see if you can’t strike up a friendly conversation, try to win her over.”

“Already did that, dad,” he laughed humorlessly, and then clamped his mouth shut.

His mother turned away from her waffles, eyes wide.

“Already did that?” she repeated, “You made nice?”

“Uh… no?”

“You’re a horrible liar, kid.  What’s up?” Draco said, getting a mug for him and Scorpius.

Scorpius sighed, rubbing his face, “It’s a really long, ugly, stupid story.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Draco said before sitting across from him and handing him his mug of coffee.

He took a sip before beginning, “So, I got pissed at her one day for doing her whole hate-on-Scorpius-grumble-under-her-breath thing, and so I yelled at her, told her it was unfair, and I wanted to know why other than because, and she kissed me?” he paused, shrugging, “I’m not really sure how that came about, but then we were kissing more, and she wasn’t leaving, and then she did leave, and that was confusing for a little while.  So, then she decided to be nice one night after a Hogsmeade trip and ask me how it had been, and we got to talking and were having a good time, and, this was a good month later, mind you, and then we just started kissing again.  I don’t really know what’s wrong with her, honestly.  One day she hates me, the next she doesn’t.  Then, we got in this huge fight, like, two weeks later, though those two weeks were really great, and she came to my room an hour later, and she just stayed the night.  Slept in my bed, obviously more kissing, no, mum, don’t give me that look, I didn’t have sex with her.  Well, not that night.  Hey,” he added to his dad, putting up a hand, “This was totally not my fault.  She quite nearly tied me to the bed and forced herself on me.  But, anyway, so she just up and left the next morning, I went back to sleep, woke up, like, hours later and went to go find her where she says I can’t and then is kissing me and taking off my clothes.  Mum,” he paused to glare at her, “You asked.  And that was that, and then she abandoned ship again and was like oh, I have to leave.  Bullshit.  So we fight again, and then I storm off, she follows, we have this huge loud blowout in the Great Hall, I, uh, went somewhere, I’ll omit that for your sakes, and now here we are, a month later and we haven’t spoken.”

There was a loud silence for a minute or so before a knock interrupted it.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry.  She sounds frighteningly like her father,” Hermione sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.  Okay, Draco, I’ll get it.”

“Expect a sock in the face next time you call me Draco,” his dad grumbled as Scorpius left to get the door.

When he opened it, a teary-eyed Rose was standing there.

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CLIFFHANGER, HAHA.

:D

Uhm, also, I guess I should probably bring this up about now… this ends in three chapters, :O  I’d only originally planned to make this ten chapters, though that kind of fell through when I got down to the actual writing of it, and the story kind of wrapped itself up in chapter eight.  And, I mean, I really only wanted to write this to spotlight their friends and their relationship starting, so there you have it.  I may do some off-shoots (definitely doing the Corvus one) where I’ll go into more detail about the different characters, but, for right now, eight chapters, that’s all.  I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope you all don’t hate me too, too much!

And, also, I wanna give you guys a little sneak peek (or a rather hefty scene) into Grazed Knees:

“You shouldn’t even care!”

“Oh, why not?”

“Because you’ve got Lav Lav, you moron!  Go dote on her some more and stop worrying about me!”

Hermione stormed from the common room, and Harry sighed as she went.  Her pace was fast; she was nearly jogging.  She needed to hear Draco’s voice, to let him soothe away all her worries.  She hadn’t realized how much she looked forward to their Friday and Saturday nights until just last week.  She’d almost been late, and her heart had fluttered painfully with the anxiety that he may have left, annoyed with waiting for her.  But there he was, curled up on their couch, thumbing through The Fellowship of the Ring; he’d finished The Hobbit two days prior.  He’d smiled when she’d arrived, and every stress dissipated instantly.

She couldn’t explain their friendship, if it even was that.  She couldn’t explain what went through her head, sitting there with Draco Malfoy, reading and talking and actually enjoying his company.  The first few times, she’d attributed it to their love of similar books, but then it grew to other things.  They talked past literature and they found one another, and it was thrilling for Hermione, to think that someone so normally cold and vile could open to someone like her.  It had only been five weeks since their first encounter, but Hermione felt like she’d discovered an entirely different person beneath the layers of Malfoy; she’d discovered Draco.

“I was wondering when you’d get here.”

His voice immediately calmed her, but it also released her tears, her pent-up anger.

“Woah,” he commented, dropping his book and leaping out of his seat.

He pulled her against him, and Hermione froze.

This was not something she had ever expected.  His actions were instinctual, and he thought to stop himself far too late.  She was already in his arms, they’d already touched.  Draco instantly backed away, and a blush she’d never seen flared in his cheeks, embarrassment flashing in his eyes before he dropped his gaze.  His hands clenched into fists, and his jaw was firm, rigid.  They stood there for a moment before Hermione opened her mouth.  Draco shook his head once and was gone.  She was dumbfounded, and a whole minute ticked by before she could move, turning to face where he’d headed.  He wasn’t there, and this hurt her more than it should have.

Well, woah!  I guess you kind of know, well, everything essentially now.  Yes, it is a Draco/Hermione because, yes, I couldn’t help myself.  Another sliver of good news?  As I post this, I’ve got the file for chapter twenty open for Grazed Knees, so you can definitely look forward to an epic.  That said, I’m not telling you which chapter this is from because that would just be giving too much away.  However, you can look forward to a few more sneak peeks in the last three chapters and probably a few tiny ones in The Lightning Strike.  And, also, if you’ve been watching the page, I keep updating with chapter updates to let you know how far into the story I am.  I plan to be posting it when it’s either very close to being finished or entirely finished, though it will definitely be after Corvus’ story.  So!  That’s all!  I’ve bombarded you with enough excitement.

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