Loving Rose (A Scorpose fanfic)

Chapter 10--- Whoa...

[Scorpius's POV]

I was looking forward for the Christmas Party, so sure Rose would accept with joy, but apparently I was over confident, and she rejected. The Christmas party was enjoyed by everyone, besides me, how could I enjoy it without My Rose?

------1 year later

I almost feel asleep during History class, but luckily, Rose had nunged me before Professor Marley could say anything.

I ate my scrumptious dinner with Daniel, but was forced to split up with him when we headed towards the dormitories. I am head prefect, along with Rose. Which meant we share the same room. I have to admit that I am overjoyed when I heard this news, but I also noticed the look on Rose's face, horror.

After Rose broke up with August, she had tried to keep distance from me, while I tried to get closer.
I headed towards the dormitory and opened the door, finding Rose sitting on the red velvet couch, reading a muggle book. She was wearing a loose pink shirt that showed her shoulders and pants so short that her long shirt covered it. She was hot.

She did not look up from the book, I knew she was trying to avoid the conversation, but I still plopped down on the space besides her. I changed before going in and is wearing a white T-shirt and black trousers. My favourite combination.

"Rose, stop avoiding me, please." I started.
Rose kept her mouth shout, pretending to be enamoured in her book.

"If you don't say something I'll kiss you."

She continued reading, so I leaned down quickly and took her book away while matching my lips to hers. At that moment, everything was perfect, me and her, alone, kissing. Then, I felt her relax and she kissed back, pushing me backward.

This time, I pulled away, I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She was blushing madly, the colour matching her hair, she looked adorably attracting, "Sorry, I lost control...", she whispered. She stood up and walked towards the bathroom, leaving me and my open mouth.

"Rose, I love you, I really do, I loved you since the very first day I saw you..."

"I know." She interrupted. That scentence startled me, "You know?"

"Well, the day on the train station you blushed so frequently and avoided my eyes so badly that I knew you either was in love with me or someone else. Then of course, you kissed me as well, on the beach..."