Scorose - New Year's Eve

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 \\ 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: May 4 (2016)

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Rose was thinking about New Year's Eve and the resolutions she'd given herself. Being nicer to you, obviously, crossed her head. She'd gotten flares of the night back. In the beginning, the only thing she remembered was them fighting. Fighting like they'd always done and fighting like she'd started the next day. The next thing she remembered were these intense feelings. Passion, such passion. It was then that she realized it really happened. They really had sex. But then, later on, she remembered she'd heard things before. Keywords and they activated her drunken mind. Keywords like...resolutions. They'd talked about some serious stuff that night and even though they were probably drunk already, they'd meant what they said. It was wrong. Everything that happened that day was wrong. Even though Scorpius had been perfectly nice, Rose was still recovering from her break-up with Nick. You wouldn't want to be called Finch-Fletchley Weasley anyways. No. She didn't. She had never wanted it, really, but how would he guess that? Of course. Albus. Albus was one to talk about everything and everyone. Helga had made some pretty sharp remarks about their 'relationship' and how the hell she knew all those weird things about him. It made her realize that she knew Scorpius. She knew him better than she'd thought and vice versa. Above that, their drunk talk had been nice. They had been able to talk to each other without hating each other and even Scorpius's time as bodyguard hadn't been as bad as thought. They were able to be civil. They were able to talk. They were able to look into each others eyes without resisting the urge to scratch them out. And with that, Rose had been able to fall in love with Scorpius. When she'd talked to Helga about it, she'd told her that Rose didn't even know the guy, but Rose realized that wasn't true. She did know him, but she never really gave him a chance.

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Her heart pounded and her heartbeat increased. She was nervous. With a simple push on the doorbell she'd confessed her presence. She didn't know the exact address, but with some persuading, Rose managed to get the information out of Albus. It hadn't even been much trouble, but she understood. As it was Eric who opened the door when she'd visited Albus, Rose could completely understand that Albus wasn't in the mood for being moody and bored. He was simply happy, even though the way towards their happiness hadn't been that easy.

Rose heard footsteps and the last change of leaving the place was ticking away as the footsteps came closer. Would it be him who opened the door, or would it be Kelsey? What would she do if Kelsey would open the door?

"Rose?" It was him. He'd said her first name. Rose swallowed and suddenly she didn't remember what she wanted to say in the first place. While looking for an answer, Rose discovered that his face was a bit red and his forehead was sweaty. Rose flustered red only at the thought of what she could've interrupted. She remembered that look and she quickly sought some other point to focus on. His clothes for example. The fact that he wasn't wearing anything what would in any way refer to what he was doing before.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Rose decided to say. It was probably the thing to say that sounded the least idiotic and it would perhaps explain why she'd been standing there for a while without saying anything.

"No, you're not. Would you like to come in?" he asked. He smiled sweetly and Rose felt her heartbeat rising. Okay, so now it was really official. Sweaty, butterflies, trembling knees. She was in love with him.