A Scorose Fanfiction by Goldensnitch18


Rated M for Scenes of a Sexual Nature & Language


Summary: In their sixth year, rivals Rose and Scorpius

have a moment of terrifying clarity when they

both inhale the sweet smell of Amortentia.

One year later, Rose is finally single and Scorpius is

determined to snog the crazy out of her.


Disclaimer: I am not profiting from this story.

Anything you recognize belongs to the great and mighty JKR.


Beta Magic: Many thanks to harpersbizarre and dragonjess

for their time and work on this story.

Chapter Twenty-One

The seventh year students stood silently at the edge of the lake at dusk.

They were all in their robes.

Each one of them sporting their house colors.

They faced the Headmaster.

Some sombre, some excited.

To either side and behind them stood a wall of people.

Parents, siblings, loved ones, friends, fellow students.

The Headmaster raised his wand to the sky.

The seventh years followed suit.

Sparks of red, green, yellow, and blue shot above their heads.

The Headmaster turned to the water, and the students dropped their wands, but the sparks remained, dancing above them, lighting the night sky.

From across the lake, boats slowly floated towards them.

Not a soul spoke as they waited in reverence.

Once the shore was littered with wooden boats, ready to be boarded, the Head Boy and Head Girl stepped forward.

They each reached up for the clasp on their robes for the last time.

His was lined in green.

Hers was lined in blue.

The robes fell to the ground behind them, and they no longer belonged to this place.

The girl and boy stepped forward again, each taking a seat in one of the wooden boats.

Once they had settled, the two boats began to glide again, moving slowly back across the lake and toward the train that would take them into their futures and away from Hogwarts for the last time.


The morning that Rose's N.E.W.T. results arrived she was sitting at the table with a mug in her hands. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and her mother was talking to her about what she could do with the books that wouldn't possibly fit in her and Alice's room.

Rose knew that her mother was still talking. She saw her mouth moving, but behind her, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw something moving towards the house. It was an owl, but it wasn't one of theirs. It wasn't an owl that she recognised.

And, then she knew.

It was a Hogwarts Owl.

"Mum," she said loudly. "Mum, look."

She stood, and her mother turned round at the window.

"Oh, my … Rose!" her mother squealed. "Ron! Ron, come down here!" her mother was shouting, and Rose was bouncing on her toes.

"Mum, it's them. It has to be."

"Ronald!" her mother shouted as the bird came near enough the window that Rose could see the letter tied to its leg.

"Dad!" Rose screamed loudly and rushed to the window. By the time she had pushed it open, her father was breathing heavily in the kitchen with them. Hugo followed him in a moment later. Rose's hands were shaking so badly that she had to let her brother untie the letter. He handed it to her with a smile and wished her good luck.

She looked down at her name staring back at her and turned the letter over to find the Hogwarts seal.

"Open it!" her father encouraged.

"Oh, Ron, let her be!" her mother said, but her voice was shaking as bad as Rose's fingers.

She slid one digit under the seal and pulled the wax up swiftly. The creamy parchment slid out into her hand, and she unfolded the letter.

Rose screamed.

She screamed loudly.

She threw her arms into the air, jumping around in a circle as she screamed.

Her mother started screaming too. She grabbed the parchment from Rose and screamed again.

They fell into each other's arms and laughed as her father took the results, and then Hugo, and then they were a mess of hugs and laughter and screaming.

Her father was shouting, "Seven Outstandings," with a mixture of awe and disbelief.


Rose knocked on the door of her childhood home for the first time in her life. It was odd to be a guest to this place where she had grown up and lived for so long, but it was also right. This would always be her home, but now her small bedroom that she shared with Alice, and Scorpius' much larger one, where she spent several nights each week, seemed to be where she belonged now.

Scorpius stood beside her as she knocked, one hand on the small of her back. She could tell he was nervous. He had changed his jumper three times before they had left his apartment, and she had only arrived fifteen minutes before they had needed to leave. He was now smoothing his hand through his hair and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He cleared his throat as the door swung open, and her mother stood there before them, smiling broadly.

"What in the world are you knocking for?" she asked the pair of them as she stepped forward to hug Rose. Rose wrapped her arms around her mother tightly and hugged her back.

"Mrs. Weasley," Scorpius told her politely, but she snorted and wrapped her arms around him too.

"Hello, dear." Hermione let him go, and he looked at Rose with wide eyes. She shrugged and laughed at him as they followed her mother into the house. She certainly wasn't going to complain about her parents being too nice to Scorpius.

"We just finished cooking," Hermione told them as she led them to the dining room where her father was setting the table for four.

"Hey, Dad." Rose moved over to her father who put one arm around her and kissed her forehead.

"Evening, Rosie."

Scorpius followed behind her and stuck his hand out. "Good evening, sir."

Ron looked at Rose and then back at her boyfriend. He put his hand out and shook with him. "Good to see you, Scorpius."

"Good to see you, too. Thank you for having us, both of you." Scorpius looked from Ron to Hermione as he spoke, and she waved him off before leaving the room.

"Your mother has been a mess all day. She seems to think we need to impress this git." Ron nodded towards Scorpius, but his tone made it clear that he was joking. Rose relaxed. Joking was good. Joking meant her Dad was calm and happy.

"There really is no need to go to any …"

"Oh, calm down, son." Ron clapped him on the back and laughed. "We did the whole scare the life out of you bit already. You're in. Now we just want to get to know you."

Rose reached over to grab her boyfriend's hand and squeezed it softly as Scorpius looked at her uneasily. She was sure he was trying to figure out if there was some kind of trick behind her father's words. Rose didn't think there was.

"Come on." She pulled his hand towards the table and took a seat next to him.

Ron moved to grab wine from the side table and poured them each a glass. Just as he was taking his seat, food began to float into the dining room followed by Hermione, her wand extended towards the floating dishes. She took her seat next to Ron and leaned in to grab her glass and take a drink of her wine.

As they dished out their food, Hermione asked, "So, Scorpius, how are things going with Garrick?"

"Good. It's kind of like being at Hogwarts still. I'm still learning so much and reading a ton."

"He's a brilliant man. I was quite impressed when your father told me he had offered you the position."

Rose knew she was grinning like a fool, but she was so proud of Scorpius. He had only been working with Ollivander for a few weeks, and he still had the same giddiness about him when he told her about his day that he had the first day. It was adorable really. Her training hadn't started yet, and she was a tiny bit jealous of how incredible his job was, but mostly excited for him.

"Harry has you lot starting this week?" Ron asked Rose.

She nodded. "Yeah, Monday."

"You think you're ready?"

"She's going to be amazing," Scorpius said. "When we were moving Al into the apartment, Harry told me they didn't even debate her. She left the interview, and it was just known that they were going to let her in."

"He was probably exaggerating," Rose said and took a drink of her own wine as her cheeks turned pink.

"No, he wasn't. You're perfect for that position. That's why I told you to app…"

"Yeah, okay," Rose laughed uneasily as she cut him off and shook her head slightly.

"Why you what?" Ron asked slowly, his eyes narrowing. It wasn't menacing necessarily, but more like he was searching them for some truth that was just escaping him.

"You suggested it?" Hermione asked, watching him closely also. "The Auror department?"

"You didn't tell them?" Scorpius asked her, confused.

"No, I didn't."

"I'm sorry," Scorpius told her parent's quickly. "I didn't realise that …"

"It's fine, Scorpius. Ron and I have our own opinions about the Auror office, and they don't align with Rose's. We still support her."

Her father snorted and huffed, but kept quiet otherwise.

"It's fine," Rose repeated her mother's words as she put her hand on his leg. "I made the choice to accept the job."

They ate in silence for a few long minutes. Rose kept her hand on Scorpius' leg, and he gripped it in his, holding on to her tightly.

"So, who are you taking to the match next weekend, Rose?" her father finally asked, and somehow this shift in conversation cleared the air enough that they could all breathe again. Her parents had given her and Scorpius four tickets to a Wimbourne match as a graduation gift.

"We're going to take Albus and Alice."

"Are they back together, then?" he asked.

"Er …" Rose glanced over at Scorpius. As far as she knew, no one knew about the situation with James other than them. "No, I don't think they will be, but they are starting to be friends again.

"Well, Alice will have her hands full at St. Mungo's, it sounds like. Harry's been telling me that James practically lives there these days." Scorpius started to cough on his potatoes.

Rose shot him a glare. "She's really enjoying it so far. I know she's looking forward to going to the match, though."

"We all are," Scorpius added. "Thank you again for the tickets."

"You both earned them," Hermione assured him.


Twenty minutes later, Rose was helping her mother put the final dishes away while Ron showed Scorpius his office. It was really the shed out back where Hermione didn't care if messed with all of the joke shop items that were still in development.

"I guess you like the Cannons," Scorpius said with a laugh as the bright orange posters and memorabilia overwhelmed him.

"Just a bit, yeah," Ron told him. He approached the wall, and Scorpius suddenly realised what the layer of orange was set behind.

"Holy …"

"Yeah," Ron sighed happily.

Scorpius walked the last few steps to examine the handle of one of the dozen broomsticks on display. "Is this an Oakshaft 79?" He made no effort to hide the awe in his voice. This broom was deserving of awe and wonder. It was a relic from a time when broomaking was an art akin to wandmaking.

"That it is," Ron ran his hand just above the wood, but didn't touch it. "Just found it last spring."

"There are only two verified in the world."

"Three now. She's my crown jewel."

"I can't believe you just have this sitting out in your shed."

"Harry and I put more charms on this place than Gringott's," Ron laughed loudly and walked down to the next broom. "This is my Cleansweep One. It was my first collector broom. Hermione bought it for me for our first wedding anniversary."

"It's beautiful. That is quite the present. "

"Hermione doesn't really get brooms or Quidditch, but she loves me, so she made an effort."

"You seem happy, both of you."

"We are," Ron agreed. He took a few more steps down the line. "This is the Comet 140."

"First Broom with a breaking charm."

"You know your brooms," Ron said approvingly. He stared at the broom for a minute in silence, before he spoke again. "We weren't always so happy, you know. Rose was a miserable baby. She screamed nearly all the time, and I really didn't think we were going to make it. Hermione wanted her mother, so she went and stayed with them. At first, I stayed here, but then I realized I was being an idiot, and I went to stay with her and Rose at Hermione's parent's house."

"So, no one was here?" Scorpius asked, confused.

"No," Ron laughed loudly. "We went from this beautiful home that we had just bought while Hermione was pregnant to living in my in-laws guest room. I had them connected to the Floo Network so that I could get to work. We weren't sleeping, and Hermione and I were arguing nearly all the time about what to do with Rose."

"What was wrong with her?"

Ron snorted. "She's a stubborn arse of a girl. That's what's wrong with her. Her grandfather finally came in one night, took her, put her in his car, and drove off with her. Came back twenty minutes later with her asleep in the car seat." Ron shook his head as if he still had no idea how such a thing had been possible. "I thought Hermione and I weren't going to make it through that, but we did. We moved back home and apparently thought it was a good idea to have another one."

"Was Hugo as bad?"

"No. It was Rose again. She was jealous and in love with him at the same time. She would shout at us if we weren't taking care of him right."

"That sounds like Rose." Scorpius nodded and laughed also.

"Then when Hugo left for Hogwarts, we had to figure out how to be just the two of us again." Ron stepped down the line, and Scorpius followed, his eyes on the Firebolt. "This one was Harry's. Youngest seeker in a century." Ron actually picked that one up and handed it to Scorpius who felt the weight of it with his hands. "The way she looks at you, you aren't going anywhere, kid."

"I hope not, sir."

"I don't really like your father," Ron told him with a grimace.

"I know that," Scorpius admitted.

"But, I'll try. To be decent to him I mean."


"Do you play chess?" Ron asked brightly, taking back the Firebolt.

Scorpius smiled at the memories of Albus and Rose telling him that he needed to practice his chess skills. "I love chess."


Rose woke up the next morning in Scorpius' bed. She stretched her body against his silky sheets and moaned as her muscles groaned in response. She smiled sloppily as her mind wandered over the night before, particularly her watching Scorpius and her father playing chess. It had perfection, more than perfection actually. It had been everything. Something had happened out in her father's shed. She was sure of it.

When the two of them had come back in to play chess they had been laughing and talking about brooms. Scorpius had kissed her softly, and her father hadn't even cared. In that moment, she had finally been able to see him next to her in that tent at her Gran's on Christmas, his arm around her shoulder as he laughed with Al. He would lean in and kiss her softly below her ear, and no one would bat an eye because he belonged there.

But, he wasn't in bed. Her arm had hit his cold pillow and her mouth fell down in a frown. She hated it when he got out of bed without her. She loved those first few drowsy minutes when she slid into his chest, and he hummed in appreciation as she wrapped her arm around his stomach.

Rose sat up instead to find the room empty as she had been expecting. She moved over to his dresser and pulled a pair of his pyjama bottoms over her knickers, and moved out of his room and down the hall. The door to Al's room was shut, but she could hear the shower running. She padded down the hall to the kitchen and found Scorpius there making breakfast. "You left me," she said.

He turned to face her and grinned. "It wasn't easy." His arms wrapped around her, and she let her lips fall against his. "Do you have any idea how sexy it is to wake up to you in your t-shirt and knickers?" He kissed his way down her neck, and she snaked her hands up his back.

"Maybe I would believe you if I hadn't …"

"Hello," Scorpius cut her off, suddenly staring behind her. Rose spun out of his arms and stared as well.

"Hey, Rose." Rose watched the pink rise in Evie Benson's cheeks as she spoke.


"Uh, well, see you guys." Evie was holding a bag and a pair of shoes in her hands. She was clearly wearing last night's dress, and Rose could hear the shower down the hall still running.

"See you, Evie," Scorpius said jovially behind Rose's back.

"See you," Rose forced out and then watched Evie's brown hair, frizzy and tangled from … Rose didn't want to know what ... as the former Slytherin walked to the door as quickly as possible. As soon as the door clicked closed, Rose turned and glared at Scorpius. "Why didn't you tell me he was seeing someone."

"Errr," Scorpius moved back to the stove to oversee the pans that were doing just fine on their own.


"I … think there might be some roommate code …"

"What?" she asked again.

"I don't know." Scorpius pulled dishes down from the cupboard, and she could tell he was avoiding her eyes.

"Tell me."

"Rose …"

"Tell me. How long has she been coming over?" Rose demanded.

"Evie? Errr … last night?"

"Why do you say it like that?"

Scorpius glanced desperately down the hallway where the water had stopped. "There are … he … has a lot of guests."

"Guests?" Rose asked flatly, her hands landing on her hips.

"Guests," Scorpius repeated. He shrugged as if he was trying to pass this off as nothing out of the ordinary.

"And he and his … guests …"

"Look, it's not like I go knocking on the door asking what is going on."

"Oh, Scor. He's clearly not dealing well with Alice still."

"Maybe, but, it's been awhile, and I mean, he could just be being normal …"

"Oh, really?"

"I mean, I don't, no one but you, but it's not like we abstain, Rose." She glared at him, and he held up his hands in surrender. "I just don't think it's anything to get worked up about."

"So, if we weren't together, is this what you would be doing? Bringing home bimbos and shagging a new one every night?"

"It's not every night, and they aren't bimbos. That was Evie! We've known her since we were eleven."

"That's probably worse!"

"So … she clearly didn't get out before Rose woke up." Rose spun to face Al. He was grinning. That smug little shit was grinning.

"Sorry mate," Scorpius said. He waved his wand at the stove again and food flew to the three plates sitting on the counter.

"I just think maybe you aren't …"

"Save it, Rose," Al told her. He grabbed his plate from Scorpius and moved towards the table. "I'm a big boy, and you and this git weren't exactly together when you started shagging him so forgive me if I don't take you seriously."

"That wasn't the same thing at all!" Rose insisted as she fell into the seat across from him.

Al rolled his eyes and looked at Scorpius who shook his head as he placed his place in front of him. "I'm not getting involved."

"How long after this started did you lot start getting each other off?"

"Al," Scorpius said with a warning tone.

Albus ignored him and stared at Rose. "Well?"

"It was nearly a month after that arse first kissed me," Rose's face was pink with embarrassment and anger.

"Seriously?" Al snorted. "Hm, maybe I am being a bit of a manwhore then. You two really were shit at the whole just sleeping together thing." Rose opened her mouth to respond, and Al waved her off. "This doesn't have anything to do with Alice. She and I are fine. Leave me alone."

Rose huffed and pushed her egg around her plate with her fork. She wasn't convinced at all that this wasn't about Alice, but it was clear that Albus didn't want her opinion.


"Scorpius!" Venetia pulled him into her, kissing his cheeks as he hugged her. "And, you brought your beautiful lady." She moved towards Rose and kissed her as well.

"It's so good to meet you, Venetia," Rose told her.

"He is a good boy," the old woman said in a tone that made it very clear that the topic was not up for debate.

"Yes, I think so," Rose grabbed his hand in hers, and Venetia watched them with a wide smile.

"I told your mother." She wiggled her finger at him. "Young love. Beautiful. Come, come, eat." She waved as she turned to lead them back to the small room where they found his parents waiting for them.

"You did not say she was so beautiful, Draco," Venetia chided him, and Scorpius' father just laughed.

"I apologise, Venetia."

"I forgive you. Enjoy your dinner." She smiled once more at Rose and left the room.

Scorpius pulled softly on Rose's hand and led her to a chair that he pulled out for her and then pushed in as she sat. She blushed softly at the gesture which somehow seemed more significant with his parents there. "Thank you," she told him. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, and she was sure that she must be positively red.

"I'm so glad you could join us for dinner," Astoria told her as Scorpius moved to sit across from her at the table.

"She's hardly talked about anything else for the last week," Draco teased.

"Well, you are important to my son, and therefore important to me." Astoria was speaking to Rose, but she stared at her husband. It seemed that they were having some sort of conversation that Rose wasn't privy too.

"Stop it," Scorpius told them in an even tone. Apparently, he was also privy to whatever was going on.

"Did you get settled into your new flat?" This time, Astoria looked right at Rose as she spoke. Draco took a drink from his champagne flute, and Scorpius was still looking at his father with an odd expression in his eyes.

"Yes. Scorpius helped me unpack today actually." Well, he had come over to help her unpack, but all three of her roommates had been at work, so they may have gotten distracted. She saw Scorpius' lips twitch into a smile at her words. She bit her own lip as she remembered the feel of him inside her as he held her against her bedroom door.

"Well, that was nice of you, Scorpius. How are you and Albus adjusting to living together?" his father asked.

"It's going fine. Al and I shared a dorm for six years. We can certainly manage in my flat, especially now that mum has finished furnishing it."

"Well, I would have had it done for Christmas if I had realised you would be hosting." Rose took a long pull from her champagne at that. She wasn't sure how the woman could make one word hold so much emotion, but somehow when she said "hosting" Rose felt properly shamed all over again about the moment Astoria had come into Scorpius' room to find them under the sheets, his head between her legs.

"I wouldn't have been hosting" - Scorpius put the same inflection on the word as his mother, and Rose wanted to disappear - "if I hadn't been so upset about our last dinner here."

As Rose wondered idly if this is what dinner with the Malfoy's would always be like, a bowl of soup appeared in front of her. Scorpius shook his head at his own bowl at if it had offended him.

"Rose." Draco lifted his spoon from the table as he spoke. "You started your Auror training?"

"Yes, last week."

"That will be for three years then?"

"Yes. There is an exam at the end of each year. I'll have to pass them to continue in the program."

Astoria made a small humming noise. "Yes, mother?" Scorpius asked.

"I didn't say anything, love," she insisted.

"Would you like to?" he asked.

"No," she said with a smile.

"Your parents must be very proud," Draco told Rose.

"Oh, yes," Rose said. Proud wasn't exactly the word Rose would use to describe the tenuous acceptance her parents had fallen into about her career choice, but she didn't see a reason to get into that here, especially when she was sure that Mr. Malfoy had probably already heard all about it from her mother.

"It does seem a bit dangerous," Astoria said. "Aren't they worried about you?"

"Erm, they … well …"

"Rose's father was an Auror and her Uncle. I'm sure they know how capable she is," Scorpius insisted even though he knew perfectly well how her parents felt about her choice.

"I wasn't insinuating that she isn't capable. I'm just concerned for my future grandchildren," Astoria said plainly as if this was the most normal dinner conversation in the world.

"Merlin, Mother," Scorpius rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but what?" Rose said softly.

"We are …" Draco trailed off, and his wife stared at him, hard, until he began to speak again. "Concerned that with you being in such an esteemed, but, yes, dangerous, position it may be risky."

"You're both unbelievable," Scorpius told them.

"We're practical, darling." Astoria reached for his hand, and he pulled it back.

"We're not even engaged, mother."

"Yes, well, we had just sort of assumed that would be coming soon." She smiled sweetly at him, and he frowned.

"No, it's not coming soon."

"I thought we talked about this, Scorpius." Astoria looked at him, confusion clear on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"I told you at Christmas to end it or make it official."

"And, we did. We're together. Everyone knows. We're taking things one step at a time," Scorpius told her.

"That's lovely dear, but that isn't what I meant at all."

"What do you mean one step at a time?" his father asked, brown furrowed.

"I assumed we would be planning a wedding for next spring, maybe the summer if Rose preferred that?" Astoria glanced over at Rose as if she was supposed to weigh in on the season of a wedding she hadn't known she was planning.

Rose sat stone still, her spoon halfway between her bowl and her mouth, watching Scorpius look between his mother and father as they spoke. Suddenly his eyes met hers. "I had no idea, I promise," he said quickly, and she tried to smile. She knew it came out as more of a grimace.

"So, are you not planning to get married?" Draco asked.

Rose's heart was thudding so loudly in her ears that she was amazed that no one had said anything about it.

"We haven't really discussed it," Scorpius lied.

"Scorpius, the two of you are … well … engaging in activities that would imply that you should be getting married, very soon." Astoria's voice grew quiet as she spoke, which didn't seem necessary considering the four of them were alone in the room.

Rose imagined Scorpius' face that night before N.E.W.T.s. The intense way he had stared into her eyes as he told her that he saw them together fifty years from now. That he wanted her. That he wanted kids with her. He was ready for all of this, everything his parents wanted, and yet here he was, fighting with them, denying it to them because he knew that she was still hesitant. That she was still on the fence. That she didn't think about marrying him.

But, that wasn't really true anymore.

She had hardly thought about anything else since that conversation with her parents.

She thought about it every time she woke up, and his arms weren't around her.

She had thought about it the night before as she had fallen asleep alone in her apartment and wanted him.

She had wondered what it would be like to have a child with him a thousand times now.

She had tried to imagine him as a father, and her heart nearly pounded out of her chest at the image that brought to mind. Scorpius lying in bed beside her, a baby, their baby between them. She didn't even have to wonder too much what he would be like. He would be incredible. She just knew.

She had tried to imagine not being with him at some point in the future, and it had been impossible.

She had tried to think of anyone or anything that could possibly make her not want him, and there was nothing.

She was utterly in love with him and the thought of her father holding her arm as she walked towards him in white dress robes made her … feel something … something beautiful and warm and happy.

"We want to get married," she said loudly. "Both of us want that." She stared right at him as he gaped at her and then shook his head.

"No, Rose, don't just …"

"I'm not. We both want it." She smiled brightly at him, biting her lip in excitement at her realization. She watched a stupid, silly grin spread across his lips as he also realized what she was saying.

"But, not yet?" he asked.

"Just not yet," she agreed.

"And children?" he asked her softly as if there was no one in the room, as if his parents weren't both staring at them, as if there wasn't a table between them.

"We want that, too."

"So, just how long are you going to wait?" Draco asked.

"As long as she wants," Scorpius told him, his eyes not leaving hers.

A/N: I hope you loved it! If you stuck through until the end please leave a review and let me know what you think. All my love to you for being a beautiful loyal creature and reading all of this crazy story.

Also, Amortentia has a sequel in the works, Out of the Dark, which I hope to begin posting in January of 2017, so keep an eye out for that. There is still more story to tell in this universe.

If you are now a shipper of all things Scorose, which I desperately hope that you are, you can find my Scorose One Shots under one story posted as That Which We Call a Rose on my Author Profile.

Thank you again, you beautiful soul you!