Loving Rose (A Scorpose fanfic)

Chapter 12--- A trip to Hogsmeade

[Scorpiu's POV]

I held her hand in an empty cart of a train heading to Hogsmeade, I remember asking her out to Hogsmeade as our first date. I honestly did not prepare much, but I know that we could not stay in this cart for too long. Rose's family still does not know about me yet, like my parents, but her family is larger, with cousins in the school. Rose actually smuggled out here with me for an excuse of toilet break.

"Scorp, " Rose started, I turned my head around as I adjusted my position, facing her. "I have to go."

"I know, just one more" just when Rose was about to ask one more what, I touched my lips to hers with my eyes closed. I pulled away, and said, "Let's meet at Three Broomsticks when your cousins decide to split up, try to make that faster." I smirked. Rose smiled as well, the corners of her mouth turning up, causing the freckles on her cheek to show, matching the colour of her red hair.

Rose stood up, and as I yaw.ed, I followed her to the door, our hands still joined, only letting go when I saw Rose join back with her cousins, and I returned to the empty cart.

------Hogsmeade

I had nothing to do at the time being, her cousins mentioned that they plan to spend an hour together. So I strolled around the busy streets of Hogsmeade.

Then, someone tapped my shoulder, expecting it to be Rose, I turned around, but she startled me, for it was not Rose. It was Ashley. She asked, "Hey, Scorp, mind to go to the Three Broomsticks together?"

"Sure, but I will meet someone else there in an hour."

"Who cares!" She smirked, and pulled my hand towards the small cottage.

We walked in and found a seat in a small corner, she ordered two hazelnut coffee, my favourite, and we started talking. Then, she leaned in and whispered, "Scorp, I like you." She stood up and walked over to my side and sat down. "Scorp", and she matched her rough lips to mine. I sat there, frigid as a stone, she kissed harder.
Then, I heard a gasp, pulling back, I looked up and saw Rose with her mouth open. I quickly stood up, making a loud screech with my chair, catching everyone's attention, I was about to explain to her. But all I saw was the flick if her red hair. I knew from her face that she was more sad and dissapionted than angry at me.

I followed her trail outside to the streets, but lost her immediately. Sighing, I strolled back to the train station, sighing again when I noticed I had missed the train.