Chapter Seven: In Which Scorpius Sneaks In
The next day found me, Scorpius, Demetria, Jane, Al and Ophi sharing a compartment on the way home for the holidays. A stony silence existed between Scorpius and I, as he had yet to formulate a proper apology. Felicia was notably absent from our compartment, as she was now sharing with Ellen and Eurydice, her two new best friends. Demetria was sneaking glances towards Al, occasionally even venturing a tiny, sharp smile. If I were Al, I would have run back to Felicia in fear. Al, however, being blind, obviously did not notice Demetria staring at him. I guess, however, that he felt her preference for him, as he had clearly chosen not to sit with Felicia.
Ophi, meanwhile, was very quiet, probably being embarrassed over his weird claustrophobic fit the night before. Jane was immersed in another romance novel, and Scorpius was glaring moodily out the window.
Demetria kept shooting me significant glances as well. "What?" I finally mouthed at her.
She narrowed her eyes at me, and then swiveled her eyes towards Al. I almost rolled my own eyes in response. Instead, I threw my hands into the air, as though to say, "What am I supposed to do about that?"
Demetria sighed heavily, reached into her bag for a quill and parchment, and wrote a note to me.
To my lovely idiot friend who cannot get a hint when it dances naked in front of her face,
I want you to hook me up with Albus! Something useful to do over the holidays, you know?
- Your much smarter (and gorgeous) friend, D.
PS: Make up with Scorpius already! This awkward silence is driving me insane.
Oh, for goodness' sake. Why is it that I always end up in these situations? Just a few months ago, Al had been begging me to set him up with Felicia, Felicia had been begging me to set her up with James, and Eurydice had been begging me to set me up with Scorpius (luckily, though, I ended up with him!). It made my head spin just thinking about it.
I shrugged helplessly at Demetria, which only seemed to infuriate her. She frowned at me (her face rather resembling a thundercloud) and tapped impatiently on the parchment. I noticed that both Scorpius and Ophi were watching us with interest now, and even Jane was peeking out from her book with wide, bespectacled eyes.
I don't know. He has a girlfriend, remember? And besides, I don't know if you guys would be the best couple. He's a sensitive guy.
I discreetly shoved the parchment back into Demetria's hand, and tried to look innocently out of the window. Scorpius grinned at me, and I smiled back before remembering that I was mad at him. Instead, I tried to imitate Demetria's thundercloud frown, which only caused Scorpius to huff and then glare at me, with a much more intimidating facial expression than I ever could manage.
"Really, Rosie?" he burst out, causing Ophi to jump. "What am I supposed to say to you?"
"You could just apologize?" I offered in a very small voice.
Scorpius rolled his eyes and got to his feet and left the compartment, slamming the door shut behind him.
"What's wrong with him?" he asked, turning to Demetria, but she only threw the parchment back at me.
"Really, Rosie?" she shrieked. "Really, you don't think I'm sensitive enough?"
"Well," I began, not knowing how to answer this question, which I really felt answered itself.
Demetria let out a roar of frustration, and threw the remainder of her ink bottle in my face, leaving my face completely drenched in black ink.
"Demetria!" I cried, but she wasn't listening. Demetria got to her feet and slammed the compartment door behind her just like Scorpius did.
I turned awkwardly back to the others, only to see Ophi and Jane staring at me. "I'm going to find Demetria," said Al, and got to his feet.
"Why?" I asked. "Shouldn't you find Felicia instead?"
Al completely ignored my question and just felt his way out of the compartment. Great. So apparently all my friends seemed to hate me at the moment. I didn't even really feel that I personally had done anything to deserve this sudden hatred. Perhaps they would come around, all of them. I certainly hoped so.
I had been home for several days and had not heard a word from either Scorpius or Demetria. It seemed like they were both pretending that I didn't exist anymore. I had never before felt so depressed. It felt as though I had lost all contact with the two people I had spent the most time with for the past few months.
On Christmas Eve, I was the world's saddest person. My Mum kept looking at me with this concerned, motherly expression on her face, but I couldn't tell her what was wrong. After keeping my relationship with Scorpius a secret for several months, I didn't feel that I could bring him up by saying, "You want to know why I'm miserable? It has to do with my secret boyfriend that I haven't told you about…" Yeah. That wouldn't be the best way to introduce her to Scorpius.
As I walked up the stairs to go to bed, my Mum patted me on the back. "Try to get some rest before tomorrow, Sweetheart," she told me. "Your Grandma Weasley would be so upset if you were sad on Christmas day. And all your cousins will be there!"
I didn't mention that I basically saw all my cousins every single day at school. "You're right, Mum," I said, giving her my "good – daughter" smile. "I've just been so stressed out about O.W.L's."
"As long as you're studying hard and using your smart mind, Rosie, nothing can go wrong," said my Mum.
Lying in bed that night, I considered writing a letter to Scorpius. Would that be the right thing to do? Should I apologize for being so angry with him? Had I, perhaps, overreacted? I sighed heavily and rolled over on my side. I could tell that I wouldn't be getting all that much sleep that night.
Suddenly, though, I sat bolt – right up in bed. I was certain that I had just heard a tapping noise on my window. Could it be an owl? Or perhaps just some hail?
The tapping noise repeated itself. Definitely not hail. This tapping was just three successive taps. I tentatively got to my feet and crept over to my window and peered out before jumping back. A face was staring back at me. I took another look. It was Scorpius! He was floating on his broomstick right outside my window. I quickly opened my window.
"Hello beautiful," Scorpius said breezily before he elegantly jumped through my window, pulling his broomstick with him. He lightly kissed my lips. He was real! He was really here! Why?
"What are you doing here?" I exclaimed in a whisper, as Scorpius' arms engulfed me in a hug. He held each of my arms and pushed me back so that he could look into my face. "I came to apologize," he said. "I'm really sorry that I cheated off of your test, Rosie. I shouldn't have done it and it was disrespectful." He seemed so serious I almost laughed out loud.
"Yeah, sure, whatever, you're forgiven," I said, before wrapping my arms around him again. "How did you get here?"
"I flew," Scorpius answered, gesturing towards his broom, now leaning up against my wall. "I didn't know which room was yours, though, so I had to check almost every window in the house. You know that your brother is playing with toy dinosaurs?"
"I'm so happy that you're here," I breathed, leaning my head against his shoulder.
"So," Scorpius said, finally extricating himself from me. "This is your room."
Up till that point I hadn't had time to feel embarrassed about my room, but I definitely did then. Clothes and books were strewn over the floor, my walls were a very girly lilac, and several teddy bears dotted my bed. On my dresser was a rather embarrassing (now that I really thought about it) picture of Al and I before boarding the Hogwarts Express for the first time.
"Never mind that," I said, hastily trying to attract Scorpius' attention away from all the humiliatingly childish items in my room. Scorpius, however, walked straight over to my dresser, examining the glass figurines of ballerinas that I had collected as a girl, and then, of course, the picture of Al and I as eleven year olds.
"I remember that day," Scorpius said, as eleven – year – old Rose waved at him. "That was the first time I ever saw you."
"Yeah, and we met a few hours later at the Sorting," I said. "You stepped on my foot and I told you off."
Scorpius laughs. "That's right."
I awkwardly sit down on my bed. "That was a while ago," I said. "A lot has changed since then."
"I'll say," agreed Scorpius and grinned at me. Then he pulled something square out of his pocket and tossed it to me. "Christmas present," he said, and flopped down on the bed beside me. It made me oddly pleased that he seemed so at home in my bedroom. I turned over the small box in my hands.
"I have something for you, too," I said, and pulled the envelope out from under my bed. "You go ahead and open it first."
Scorpius took the envelope, raised his eyebrows at me, and ripped it open. Two tickets to the Quidditch match between Puddlemere United and the Chudley Cannons fell out. Our two favorite teams, competing against each other. Scorpius' face split into a smile.
"Merlin, Rose, this is great!" he said. "I can't wait to see your team be beaten into the dust by mine."
"Likewise," I told him. Scorpius pulled me into a soft kiss, and then gestured towards the small box in my lap. I carefully opened it, revealing a small silver chain with an oval - shaped silver pendant, carved with tiny roses. "Oh, Scorpius," I whispered. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I had ever owned.
"Open it," Scorpius told me.
I found the clasp and the locket sprang open. Inside were photographs of both me and Scorpius. Scorpius in the picture winked at me and I laughed. This was probably the most romantic and beautiful gift I had ever received. Nothing would ever be able to measure with this.
"I don't know what to say," I said. "Thank you."
"That's enough," Scorpius breathed, and then leaned in to kiss me. The locket slipped from my fingers back into the box as Scorpius pushed me back against the bed, covering my mouth with his in a wet, scorching kiss. His hot tongue pushed my lips apart and slipped into my mouth, and his hands wandered from my waist to my neck and back again, caressing my sides. My hands found their way into his hair, and I knotted my fingers into his white – blonde strands. Scorpius' hard, muscular body pressed against mine, our shapes and forms molding perfectly into each other. He rolled over on his side and pressed me closer to him. Our legs intertwined and Scorpius wrapped both of his arms around my back. I seemed to be possessed by some other being as I pushed myself closer to him, and allowed my hands to push up his shirt and roam across his firm stomach. He groaned into my mouth and pulled me on top of him. In one quick movement, Scorpius managed to pull my shirt over my head. We stopped then, for a moment, as Scorpius stared at me, laying there on top of him with my chest bare. He pulled me back down for another kiss, much more softly this time, his hands caressing my face gently before travelling down to cup my breasts, and I gasped into his mouth. I felt a sudden urge to kiss him harder, and pressed my lips firmly unto his. Scorpius' one hand travelled down to stroke my thigh, his fingers wandering to my inner thigh, and back to my back.
The loud noise of a door slamming in the kitchen made us wrench apart. For a second the two of us were completely still. When nothing else happened, I whispered, "Probably just my dad."
I leaned back in for more kissing, but Scorpius gently stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. "I forgot that your family was still here."
I frowned. "You're going home?"
"Of course not," Scorpius grinned at me. "But I don't really feel comfortable doing… this with your dad wandering around the kitchen downstairs."
I was about to protest when Scorpius handed me my shirt back and crawled under the covers. I reluctantly pulled it back on and scowled at him. He patted the spot next to him and I snuggled up to him. Scorpius wrapped an arm around me and yawned into my ear. "Some other time," he whispered, and my stomach lurched with excitement, nerves and anticipation.
I woke up the next morning because of the noise coming out of the kitchen. Mum seemed to be making breakfast and scolding Dad while the radio played in the background. In the room next to mine, Hugo was banging around; loudly taking things out of his trunk and throwing them back in.
I turned my head slightly to see Scorpius curled up against me. His hair was tussled, his mouth was slightly open, and he was snoring softly. Some of my red hair was draped across his pale face. I didn't want to wake him, but it sounded like one of my parents would be coming upstairs to make sure that I was getting up any minute now.
I nudged him gently. "Scorpius," I whispered. No response. I tried nudging him again, but once more he was too deeply asleep to hear me. I shook him a little. "Scorpius!" I said, a little louder.
He only moaned and turned over, so that he was lying with his back to me.
"Scorpius, you have to get up, my parents-"
He mumbled something incoherent in response and pulled a pillow over his head.
I sighed. I didn't know how I was going to get him out of my room before my parents noticed. I put my face as closely to his ear as possible and blew. Scorpius jumped up, looking confused. He saw me and scowled.
"A happy Christmas to you, too," he muttered.
"I'm sorry," I said. "But my family is up, I don't know how long it will take for them to get up here…"
"Yeah, yeah," said Scorpius and yawned hugely. "I'll get out of here in a second."
"Scorpius," I hissed. "I don't think that my parents would appreciate seeing you here!"
"Oh, relax, I have to meet them sometime," said Scorpius.
My stomach clenched with guilt. How could I tell him that my parents had no idea that he was my boyfriend? Deciding that avoiding the situation altogether was the best way to go, I urged him to get up.
"Alright, alright," said Scorpius, and he sleepily rolled out of my bed. He stretched and yawned as he meandered his way around my room, looking for his things. He covered his face with his hands, apparently rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and walked straight into my dresser, banging it against the wall and causing several of my glass ballerina figurines to crash to the floor.
"Oops," said Scorpius guiltily. "Merlin, my foot hurts."
"Now you've done it," I snapped, as I heard my dad yell, "Rosie, are you okay?"
"Crap!" I exclaimed. "Crap, crap, crap, Scorpius you have to go!"
Scorpius, however, was hopping around in my room on one leg, clutching his left foot in both hands. "Rosie, I think I broke a toe," he moaned.
My dad was walking up the stairs, his footsteps coming ever closer.
"Scorpius, my dad is coming, you have to go!" I hissed at him, trying to push him towards the window.
"Ow, Rose, my toe," Scorpius cried, shoving me away and grasping his foot tighter.
That was when my dad opened my door and said, "Rosie, we heard a crash, are you-"
He stopped midsentence as he stared at Scorpius and I standing in my room. Then his face became etched with rage.