You... - Harry Potter Next Generation Fanfic

Chapter 28

Rose's P.O.V.

His lips were soft against mine, and I could taste the tears, I just couldn't tell who's was who's. We pulled for air and Scorpius took and breathe and kissed me, took a breath and kissed me and repeat. I never felt so...right. Like this was bound to happen. It wasn't fully complete yet though. I pressed my hips against his and rubbed them slowly and I felt him groan in our kiss as I pulled his hair and I just wanted to melt into him. His hands went to my waist and-

"Ahem- hem" someone cleared their throat.

We turned and jumped from one another in a jolt.

Scorpius' P.O.V.

OH THANK GOODNESS IT'S JUST HER!

"Lyra!" I said, as she looked at us with a shock filled face and was soon replaced with the infamous Malfoy smirk.

"Just giving you two a heads up with a little advice: you might want to keep this behind closed doors since personally, I don't want to see anyone's naked butt," she replied as she grabbed  a small box off a far table and left. As Lyra closed the door, an awkward silence arose. I went to say something but Rose beat me to it.

"I am sorry about-" she said," ...that, look I will just leave-"

"Rose, you are the smartest person I have ever known, but you can be so dumb at times." and I kissed her again. This time it was full of passion and lust as I wrapped me arms around her waist partly pulling her off the ground. Thankfully, she kissed back with the same amount of feverish passion. I pulled away from her lips to smother her neck and chin with kisses as she moved her neck to give me room. She moaned and I knew I had to stop before things got out of hand- and we were in the hospital wing, not where I hoped I would've been for this situation. I pulled away and kissed her forehead before resting mine against hers and catching my breath. My only thoughts as of now are:

FINALLY!!!

Lyra-Belle's P.O.V.

Oh my merlin!

I knew it!

I knew it!

Who knew it?

I DID!

I am so happy for Scorpius! He better ask the damn girl out or else I am going to knock that boy silly!

I started walking towards my room when I saw someone standing in front of it. I quickly noticed who it was and I ran and embraced him.

"James! I am so happy to see you! See I am 100% ok! Just like I said I would be! What are you doing here so late?" I said happily but his face was full of pain, and mostly anger. "James what's wrong? What happened?"

"What happened?" he asked, annoyed, "You know very well what happened, or actually what didn't happen Lyra-Belle, or should I say- ,MALFOY!" He spit out my last name like it was poison with anger and venom in his voice, I took a step back.

"James we weren't allowed to tell, it's Beauxbatons' rules, and besides who tol---"

"Look Malfoy lets cut it to the end of your excuses! I am tired of waiting for you!" he said. I never saw him so angry before, and he called me 'Malfoy'? Why? And why is he saying that like an insult, I never did anything.

"James I--"

"That's Potter to you!" he said, I felt my heart smash into a million pieces, what happened? Why is he acting like this?

"What is wrong with you James what did I do?" I asked, hoping it was a misunderstanding.

"I know everything now!" he said as he stepped closer to me and shoved me backwards, "I know about your family, from your older Brother bastard to your hoe of a mother and loser younger brother-"

I smacked him. Hard. And then I punched his gut and kneed his groin. I then held him up by his shirt as he kneeled on the ground.

"Look, I don't know what the hell is your problem but NO ONE insults my family, NO ONE!"

"So you're proud of your serial killer of a father than? Uh Daddy's Princess?" I kneed him again, smacked him and kicked his groin with my three inch heel.

"We are so done," I said as I felt the tears threaten, "I thought you were different, I thought you didn't judge a book by it's cover or it's history. I thought we were both on the same page, 'born from big families with a big history but we were going to do our own thing and my our own lives'. But I was so wrong. You're nothing but a jerk. I jerk who cares about a family's history and defends his own acting as if he's special because he's the chosen one's first born son. Fine. Be that way. But I honestly believed in you, thought that this trip was the best thing that ever happened to me and that I may have even thought about transferring for one more year in order to stay with you. Honestly James I- wait a minute- are the one who's been the reason for Scorpius' beatings?"

"No, that's the Seventh year Slytherins, I ditch and they let me because they know their place-"

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

"To be quiet and obey, they've cause enough trouble that my father had to save people from!"

"So because of one rotten apple you're going to toss out the bag? James that's low, and my brother?! He was your target? And when the seventh years came along you just let them beat up my brother to death?!"

"Not like it matters, the idiots got caught so he'll be lucky."

"Lucky? LUCKY?! WHAT THE HELL JAMES?! I don't even remember what I saw in you. But all I see now is a monster. Goodbye and stay the hell away from my family!" I said as the tears began to stream across my face. "Oh and here," I tossed the bag on the floor," since I missed your birthday in the summer. But since I am deatheater spawn it's not safe right? Well fuck off!" I slammed the door, slid down it and began to cry.