He's considering her.
That his only way to describe it, stepping back and taking in all he can. So as she studies the textbook in front of her, he studies the constellation of freckles on her collarbone and the length of her eyelashes. He's in a state of full observation. The curve of her lips. Her left eyebrow, the way it moves as she reads. The way the light catches her cheekbone.
"I think I'm finally getting this," she says softly.
"You're actually quite pretty." He answers.
Her head snaps up at him. "W-what?"
He smirks. "Well don't get all shy now, Rosie."
She turns a page with a little more force than necessary. "I hate that name."
He gives her a look that is nothing shy of making her feel that his eyes are invading her. "Don't take it out on the book, love."
She looks down to see she's gripping the text so tightly her hands are shaking.
Rose closes her eyes and takes a deep breath through her nose, to clear her head. He's annoying her, that's it. That's why she feels so frustrated. Yes, he's annoying her. Of course.
"So, what exactly do you see in old Collin?"
"What's it to you?" she mutters, going back to the page before her.
He shrugs. "I guess I don't like you with him."
"Too bad that's not up to you."
He chuckles at this, shaking his head. "I'm just saying, you could do better. Objectively speaking."
Rose shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, more like, your 'objective' speaking," she mutters.
"What was that?" he grins at her, laughing a little. He's regarding her as something cute and it makes her want to hurt him.
"Oh, shut it." she snaps, looking at the random symbols she assumes were once letters on the page. She can't quite read anymore, her mind is racing. Is he flirting? Is this another joke to him? She doesn't want either one to be entirely true. Maybe one. She doesn't admit it to herself but…
He smoothes a hand over her back. "Always so tense," he muses, digging his fingers into locked-up muscles on her shoulders.
Her shoulders slump at this. She leans back into his hand. She can't believe she's trusting him like this, letting him touch her…but it feels nice.
"You work too hard," he reminds her, and she glances sideways at him after this.
"I work hard because I happen to care." She points out flatly.
"You care a great deal," his hands slides down her lower back, "you probably care more than anyone else in this bloody world."
"Scorpius, what are you doing?" she leans her head on her hand, elbow on the table, turned towards him. She's opened up her body to his, to face him.
His hand settles on her knee, and she doesn't shrug it off. Maybe his words from the night before have stirred sympathy in her heart. Maybe she's tired of fighting. Maybe she's curious.
His damned fingers slide to the back of her knee. It tickles, and she watches his hand with a look of jaded, tired confusion.
"Maybe I don't like Collin, because I'm protective of you."
Her legs part a little, without her knowing.
"Why are you protective of me?" she stares at his neck. His pale skin. His Adam's apple as he swallows thickly.
"Because I've always felt like what we had…whatever it was…made you special to me. And no one could fuck with you. No one could argue with you, or insult you, because I was different. If it came from me, I knew you could take it. I knew you well enough. And now that it's established I don't hate you. I guess I don't like anyone fucking you for the same reasons."
"We've been bitter rivals since we were kids, Malfoy, don't get all sentimental." She grits out, trying to make the feelings he's making her have go away. Cursing the nerves on her leg for singing. "And what am I supposed to do, if you think every guy I want is unworthy to you?"
"You want him."
The demanding tone of his statement, poised more as a question, brings her eyes up to his. His are silver and biting into her, seeking the truth.
"No, I don't think so. But that's none of your concern."
He slides his hand up further.
"I'd like it to be."
"Isn't that something left up to me?"
He nods, his fingers crawling up further still, well past the middle of her thigh. Her leg twitches. She stares him straight in the eyes. She doesn't push away, or tell him to stop. She nods back.
Her chair is at an angle to his, and he grabs one of the legs of the chair with his free hand and drags it closer to his. She jumps at the sudden shift, with him so close and so warm and they're so alone and together.
She bites her lip. "Why are you doing this?"
His hand shifts and he cups her, and she shudders and cries out slightly.
"You seem to want it. And just look at you."
He does, and she watches his eyes as they rake over the undone buttons around her neck and her shaking thighs and heaving chest and shiny eyes. They plead with him; her pupils fat and lashes fluttering.
He wiggles a finger where it is slightly, and she gasps again, pushing her hips against his hand. She's desperate for friction and force. She's never wanted anything so desperately, not like this.
His slides his middle finger over her knickers, up and down her slit. The fabric rubs her and waves of shivers find her. She grips the chair and bites her lip, blushing furiously.
"So lovely." He murmurs, and kisses her cheek softly. She stares into his eyes, begging beyond anything he's every seen before.
He finds her clit, and rubs over the soft cotton. She gasps louder, letting out a high pitched moan. She's surprised by the pleasure he gives her.
He rubs slowly, and her inexperienced hips buck and grind, trying to satisfy herself furiously.
His free arm wraps around her waist, his lips finding her ear. He nips the lobe gently. His breath brushes her ear perfectly.
She whimpers for release, and he's only kind enough to pick up the pace a little bit, rubbing circles into her knickers until he feels the dampness soaking through the material. He kisses under her ear.
"You do realize you're very precious to me. It took me a while to figure out that I wanted you, Weasley, because you wouldn't just come to me. I had to work for you."
She blushes, because she knows at that moment, how much he didn't work for this.
But he's doing something particularly nice to her neck, so she forgets why that's a bad thing.
His thumb moves to take the place of his pointer finger, and he presses down to rub faster, fervent circles until her toes curl in her shoes and she moans and cries out and grinds his hand. Her lips form a perfect "O" shape and her eyes widen, and her voice gives out and she comes undone.
He watches her orgasm with a bemused expression. She covers her mouth with her hands and tries to steady her breathing. She can't believe what they just did. She gapes at him.
"Try to get Collin to do that to you, it won't be the same."
He smirks, leaning back in his chair. She suddenly feels ridiculous, with her legs spread wide and covered in a layer of sweat.
"You arrogant bastard." She snaps.
She tries to straighten herself up, smacking her book closed. She packs up and storms out. He watches her leave somberly, brushing himself off.
As she races down the halls, teary-eyed, she realizes he didn't have the decency to kiss her first beforehand. She curses herself for thinking that, of all things, before anything else.
A/N Hey guys1 How are you liking the story so far? I love this couple. A lot of potential sexiness. I'm not sure how my interpretation of Rose is coming out. I like her, and she does soften a bit eventually, so bear with me. Please review, let me know what you think!