Scorose - New Year's Eve

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 \\ New Year's Eve \\ WICELA

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor everything that comes with it. The rights go to J.K. Rowling. The only things I own are the holes in her stories that I filled with my fantasies.

Updated: January 2 (2016)

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The birds whistled and her room was full of light. Rose woke up, rolling from the left side to the right side of her bed. It was empty. Her bed was empty. She lifted one eyelid and realized that she, indeed,  was alone. She could've sworn someone was in her bed when she went in last night, but the empty bed proved her wrong. Was there really someone in her bed last night or did she just imagined it?Perhaps it had been Scorpius, who abused the situation, but she was too shy to ask. Either way, he would deny that he had been there and make everything look foolish. Foolish that she broke one of her rules - or thought she had - and wasn't even angry about that. Foolish that she thought they would go to bed together. Foolish that she was so worried, while he was so...relaxed. Perhaps there hadn't been anyone in her bed last night. Perhaps that wasn't even the case. Perhaps she was just missing someone. How much she hated Nick, she couldn't deny the fact how loved he made her feel. All the teasing and jokes of Scorpius had made her feel weird and it had been somewhat comforting, but now that was over. Now everything was over. He was just there, protecting her like he always was told to do. He finally did his job in the way Rose had always wanted him to do, but now it wasn't enough. She cried out loud for her stupid hormones. She almost looked like Lily right now. When Scorpius was like he always had been, she wanted him to stop and now he had stopped, she missed his old self. How could she, Rose Weasley, miss the old Scorpius?

How can you think like that when you have a case in the Wizengamot in less than an hour?

Merlin's beard. Right. She needed to concentrate. Her alarm didn't go off and now she'd missed two hours of her precious time. What did she have a "bodyguard" for if he didn't even wake her for his special moment? He wanted action, didn't he? Stupid guy. He just wasn't worth it, right?

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"Malfoy, before the case will start, I have to talk to Mary Dolohov first. The last time we can actually speak things through before the case starts," Rose told him, when she started to pack her stuff.

"Okay, that's alright," he murmured as an answer and she nodded.

"Alone," she added. Better they would fight about this now than when Mary would be there — or worse, the lawyer of the counterpart.

"Okay," Scorpius repeated. Rose almost raised a brow, but was for the first time lucky she never succeeded to completely learn the trick. He would leave her alone with Mary Dolohov? He wouldn't even leave her alone with her own parents and he even didn't want to leave her alone when she was with Lily. She was in an hospital at the time for Merlin's sake! But now, in the Wizengamot he was able to leave her alone with a...criminal?

"I have just one condition," he added. He was murmuring so softly, that she almost couldn't hear him. He surprised her again. This soft-sweet-caring-kind of voice scared her somehow, but was at least better than his professional barking.

"Which is?" she asked. Would he argue her? She didn't realize how much she'd hoped he would argue her when he answered as softly as he'd answered before.

"We're not going with that car of yours."

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"Mary, are you alright?" Rose asked her client. Mary wasn't like the other clients she'd had. She wasn't a trembling wife, wanting to have custody over her son, when her husband had left with him and to never come back - he'd come back though and the wife got full custody over her son, because of Rose. Mary also wasn't someone who owed a lot of people a lot of money - Rose'd won this case as well, as she'd used just the right words at the right time. Mary wasn't like this at all. She was more dangerous, more unreliable and more criminal than her other clients. When Rose asked this question, like she always asked her clients, Mary just nodded.