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ROSE EXHALED, AND AT the same time, Albus and John appeared, the second making her heart beat faster than it already was.
"We've been looking for you everywhere!" Albus exclaimed, and, as his eyes landed onto Rose's sheet-pale face, his eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong? You look like a ghost."
Instantly, Rose attempted to morph her facial expression into one that appeared decent.
John eyed her, concerned.
"You okay, Rosie?" He asked, and she flushed, bringing all the long-lost color to her cheeks.
She nodded, and almost inaudibly, whispered 'yes.'.
"No, you're not." Albus stated, watching her carefully. She shrugged her shoulders and peeled herself off of the wall.
"Let's go."
Deciding to brush the subject off, Albus followed her into the Gryffindor common room.
S C O R P I U S
THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM lapsed into silence as Scorpius Malfoy spoke.
"—and if, by any chance," he drawled our lowly, "I hear a word spoken about this to anyone—" most flinched away "—I don't think I need to elaborate."
The boy in the leather-bound armchair tapped his forefinger, — the one with the emerald ring which blinked at the fire mischievously — and inched his head to the side, heaving an overdramatized exasperated sigh.
"Everyone except for Blake, scram." Scorpius eyed the group as lost dissipated around the Common Room and into the dormitories.
Blake Lucien Wyatt stretched out his legs clad into leather pants and smirked.
"How are you?" He asked, the ghost of irony on his lips.
"The usual, Wyatt. Bored as fuck, sleep-deprieved. Thank Merlin I'm handsome."
Wyatt stifled a laugh. Malfoy's expression closed again. "Did you— get what I asked?"
With a final look around the Common Room, Blake slipped a thin piece of parchment out from under his robes.
"Are you sure it's correct? You know, Blake, that if you make a mistake, I will have to punish you."
"Open it and I'll show you."
Slowly and cautiously, Malfoy's long fingers unraveled the paper, until on his lap lay an A4 sized map of Hogwarts, roughly drawn. His hungry gaze shot to Blake for a second, a glimpse of appreciation in the deepness of his irises, but it was long gone before Blake could ascertain it even was there.
"So here," Blake pointed to the paper, "Is the bathroom. Here is the corridor."
"And how the fuck am I supposed to know what stall it is?" Scorpius hissed, clearly annoyed, but Blake just snickered.
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FanfictionSHE WANTED TO BE RUINED A LITTLE MORE THAN SHE WANTED TO BE LOVED ╔═════════╗ DEATHLY HALLOWS → ╚═════════╝ In which Rose Granger-Weasley feels something greater than abomination and darker than desire for the infamous Scorpius Malfoy. A da...
