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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Broken

Rose snuggled deeper into the warm pillow, fighting to stay in the dream world a little longer. 

A world full of sweaty skin, breathy moans, and an ecstasy high. A world where there'd been giggling, stolen kisses, and soulful conversations late into the night.

A perfectly wonderful world that she never wanted to leave. Rose wanted to relive the dream and bask in the moment. But all dreams weren't meant to last. Reality was calling. 

Groaning, Rose rolled over and hit something hard. Had she fallen asleep on the office floor again? Reaching out she softly touched the object and felt a heartbeat pounding against it. 

That was so not her desk.

Rose opened her eyes wide and was met with Scorpius's sleeping form. A green blanket was wrapped around his bare stomach, as his chest fell in an easy rhythm. His hair was a chaotic mess from Rose's hands running through it. Long red lines, like nail scratches, ran along his chest.

They were in his bedroom. The bed was shifted at an odd angle. The pillows were discarded on the floor, after being tossed impetuously off the bed. Their clothes were spread all over. The once-clean room that would leave any neat freak drooling at the mouth was a lustful disaster. 

It wasn't a dream. She'd slept with Scorpius Malfoy last night. 

Rose lay on her back, touching her lips in disbelief. She'd kissed him. She'd been the one to initiate this. In less than five seconds everything that they knew had imploded, because she'd made an impulsive decision. 

That kiss ruined her. 

It ruined them. 

Oh, Merlin. What if she messed up their friendship? It was already fragile enough as is without adding sex to the equation. Anxiety attacked Rose like a jinx, hitting her square in the chest.

What if he wanted to pretend it never happened? There was no way she could go back to being friends after this. It would destroy her to be around Scorpius and act like he didn't make her heart race. He seemed to fancy her. Didn't he? He'd said he'd been wanting to kiss her for weeks now. That had to mean something. 

They had to mean something. 

Rose glanced at Scorpius's sleeping form and lightly touched his face, tracing his jawline like she'd longed to do. She found the scar underneath his chin and outlined the mark.

He stirred at the contact. Rose held her breath waiting for him to wake up and ruin the moment where she could pretend everything was perfect. Scorpius slumbered on.

Wanting to bask in the fantasy, Rose continued to trace her fingers over his face, finding the actions to be soothing. How could a person be so impossibly handsome?  

At Hogwarts, students would gossip about how hot Scorpius was. His devilish eyes and cheeky grin. The muscled forearms and dazzling personality. It was all discussed over giggles and hopeful glances. Rose used to despise every conversation. She was too stubborn-headed to see the truth in their words. Now that her eyes had been opened wide she was drawn back to every whispered word she'd overheard.  

Rose glanced at the time seeing it was half past six. Not wanting to wake Scorpius, she peeled the sheets off and crept into the bathroom. 

After a refreshing shower, Rose went to her room to find the clothes Scorpius had lent her for the journey that day. They were going to be disguised as two teenage boys. The shirt was black with an obscure band's logo. The jeans were faded with holes across the legs, as if they'd been thrown in a shredder. 

Rose threw on the clothes, charming the pants to stay up without a belt until they took the polyjuice potion. She braided her hair in a simple side braid and stepped into the hall landing to find her bra dangling on the railing.