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This spell should only be used when all other attempts have failed. That is to say, this is a very severe spell, and not to be undertaken lightly. The incantation should be spoken in a clear voice – mumbling may lead to the accidental casting of “Auxerial Lynmous” which could have disastrous consequences. This spell was derived from – Rose looked up from her text book, blinking as her eyes readjusted to the bright sunlight. She was sitting on a wall in one of Hogwart’s smaller courtyards, back against the sun-warmed stone. She looked around herself, wondering what had snapped her from her “Rose plus textbook” daze.
“That’s a fine looking toy.” Rose’s hands clenched as she recognized the sneering voice of Avery. Red-headed, ugly, Weasley and mudblood to boot. Gee, sure sucks to be you doesn’t it. He’d stopped tormenting her as soon as she’d learnt to jinx, but old habits died hard it seemed.
Rose turned in her seat to see the hulking Slytherin and his lackeys bent over a small fourth year.
“Look’s expensive.” The greasy haired boy continued, stroking his chin in a faux-thoughtful manner. The fourth year was a small, slim girl, who wore Ravenclaw’s colours. She had turned pale under her dark black hair, and Rose felt a surge of hatred.
“Avery.” She called, standing up. She drew herself up and steeled herself. “I didn’t realise that the sewers were spewing out their inmates.”
Avery’s face turned a darker shade of puce red. “Weasley.” He said, making her name sound like something sour. “You’re not very bright are you? You should really have kept your great, big mouth shut.”
Rose pulled her wand from her shirt sleeve and held it idly.
“Scars gone?” She called, assessing possible means of escape. Idiot, she swore at herself. You can’t take on all of them. “You looked great with that rash. What was it, a year ago? Or less?”
Avery’s face twisted itself up. “Bitch.” He spat. “I’ll bloody kill you!!” He waved a meaty paw in her direction, and Rose had time to mutter a quick, startled “Shit.” before Avery and his freak show descended.
Rose waved her wand and sparks flew as she dodged and ducked around the thugs.
“Stand still!!” Avery yelled in exasperation as Rose ducked and two of his yobs slammed into each other.
Rose grinned as she saw the two boys crumble, exhilaration making her eyes bright and heart beat in a frenzy.
“Come and get it!” She dared, getting a kind of fierce enjoyment from it. But it appeared to be the wrong thing to say, because instead of running away, leaving Hogwarts grounds and never being seen again – Avery narrowed his eyes.
“You heard the lady.” He snapped, and Rose’s eyes widened in alarm. Woops.
Rose was picturing just how she’d explain this to her parents, when Avery flipped up into the air, and hung by his ankle.
“Wha’ the?” He growled, swinging about, waving his arms at anything that moved. His lackeys eyed each other, not entirely sure what to do next.
Rose’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she eyed the now-deserted courtyard. The Ravencalw had long since disappeared, but that meant nothing. There were hundreds of hiding places behind the walls and stonework that lined the small space.
Avery was still hollering. “Show yerself!!” He yelled. “I’ll curse you into tomorrow, you bleddy-” and Scorpius stepped out from behind an ornamental bush.
“Language!” Scorpius chided. “There’s a lady present!”
“Where?” Avery jibed nastily. “I see a whore and a slut.”
Scorpius made his lazy way over to where Rose stood, open mouthed. “Are you the slut or am I?” He asked her quietly, keeping an eye on Avery.“I think,” Rose muttered back. “that you actually qualify for both.”
“Very true.” Scorp admitted, and raised his wand arm. “Last words, Avery?” He topped his words off with an artistic flick of his wrist, and the Slytherin came crashing to the ground.
Scorp and Rose stood frozen, shoulder to shoulder.Avery’s thugs looked at the crumpled heap of their ring leader, as he pushed himself painfully to his feet.
“Kill ‘em!!” Avery yelled hoarsely, at the same time as Rose yelped “Run!”
And they did. She and Scorp vaulted the wall, away from the courtyard and out into the wide, open expanse of the grounds. The thundering noise of footsteps behind them had them sprinting as they never had before, twisting and turning through ornate gardens and untamed patches of meadow. Rose caught Scorp’s hand, and tugged him through an ornate gate. Behind it lay a copse of trees that had been left to go wild, with grass growing long and lush. She chanced a glance over one shoulder, and saw the heavy-set Slytherin’s slowing, obviously deciding they had better things to do. Rose closed her eyes for a blissful second, and felt her foot catch in a sprawling tree root. With a yelp of surprise, she tumbled down amongst the long grass. Abandoning any pretense at dignity, Rose scrabbled away into the cover of the trees, drawing her knees up to her chest and gulping for breath.
Scorpius skidded to a halt next to her, eyes shining and alive as he gasped for breath, hands on his knees.
“Do you reckon,” he gasped. “we lost them?”
Rose laughed as he slumped down next to her, jolting her shoulder into a tree. “We’d better.” Gasp There’s no way,” Gasp “that I can run anymore.” She leant back against the knobbly branch, sucking painful breathes into her aching lungs. Scorpius caught her eye, and the impish glint sent her into a fit of giggles. Scorpius watched her with a bemused expression, letting a chuckle of his own slip out. And another. And another.
Soon the pair were leaning against each other, gasping for breath and holding their sides. Moments would come when one would have control of themselves, only to look at the other and lose it, all over again.
“This is crazy.” Scorp gasped. “If I get detention because of you, I will never let you forget it.”
Laughing, feeling as though she were ten years old again and hiding from de-gnoming, Rose closed her eyes and fell back into the soft grass with a whoosh. She lay there for a few seconds, giggling softly to herself, when she realized that Scorp had gone very quiet. She opened her eyes, and found him staring straight at her. Rose blushed, and wished she hadn’t. Red hair and blushing was not attractive, Hugo had often said she looked like a tomato.
“What?” She said, and Scorp started. His pale cheeks flushed, and he reached an impulsive hand forwards.
“Nothing, you’ve just got grass in your hair.” He muttered, tugging it out. His eyes flashed down to Weasley’s of their own accord, and he felt his mouth dry up. She was lying there, with her rose-bud lips slightly parted, the laughter leaving her face relaxed and glowing. His breathe caught, and he realised that she was beautiful. Not just hot, he’d always known that, but beautiful.
Rose’s heart was pounding and she lay completely still. She wasn’t sure what was happening, wasn’t sure what this new, gentle version of her friend meant. His eyes were intense, almost threatening, and Rose found herself taking in the play of muscles easily visible with his shirt sleeves rolled up.
“When do you get these?” She teased, aiming to chase away…whatever this mood was. She reached up to prod the offending bicep, but Scorpius caught her hand in his, startling her. She turned her wide eyes back to his, and saw the grey become swallowed by the black of his pupil. Rose wondered if he was angry, but before she could wonder why he’d suddenly become so freaking sensitive, he tugged her up to meet him in a greedy kiss. Rose came alive under his hands, surprising both of them. It was nothing, absolutely nothing like the kiss they had shared before. This was new, this was softer and harder and hungrier and so much more desperate. Scorp tasted with a tentative tongue, and Rose moaned against his mouth, digging her hands into his hair. She nipped at Scorp’s lips with her teeth, and he groaned, grinding against her, pushing her back down into the grass. More, Rose thought. I need more.
As if sensing this, Scorp stroked a bold hand up and down her side, his thumb ghosting over the curve of her breast, and Rose writhed against him, pushing his hand onto her breast, needing more.
“God Rosie,” Scorp mumbled, not removing his mouth. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”
He swallowed her laugh, feeling her trace her hands up and down his back. He dipped his head to her neck, and started working the skin there, feeling her hands flutter, her neck arch.
Rose closed her eyes, revelling. She had never been kissed, never been touched this way before, and she was treasuring every second. She had never felt quite so desirable, or so dangerous.
Her hungry hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, and they sprung apart under her fingers. She traced the hard muscle of Scorp’s chest, exploring every inch of him.
“Tell me to stop.” Scorp whispered, and bowed his blond head as his mouth explored lower. Rose’s only answer was to tug his head lower, feeling out of control.
“Or now.” Scorp repeated, and the huskiness of his voice pierced Rose. “Or -”
He was cut off by a thunderous crash from the undergrowth nearby, and the pair started upright, hands fumbling to re-clasp buttons and straighten hair.
A deer stepped out of the foliage, and Rose sagged in relief. “I had a feeling,” She said, voice sounding strange and new to her own ears, “that it was going to be Albus, jumping out with a camera.”
Scorpius threw his head back and laughed, offering Rose his hand. She took it and he pulled her against his side, tucking her head against his arm.
“We should go.” He said, as Rose began to place kisses there. His voice sounded strained, and Rose smirked. “We should really, really go.”
As the pair began to wind their way back towards the castle and the inevitable detention that awaited them, Rose couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same burning desire coiling at the pit of his spine, or if his heart was beating half as fast as hers.
And the answer was yes. Yes, it was.
Fin.