Rose and Scorpius, A True Love

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

The party that went on in the Gryffindor common room that night was huge and never ending. Everyone, from Hufflepuffs to Ravenclaw had shown up. And to Gryffindors delight, even a few Slytherin had come to join our celebration. None were celebrating of course, just drinking themselves blind out of pity. Somehow Brandon Woods had snuck in cases of Firewhiskey and butterbeer. Albus had shown up, and dragged Malfoy along. But Harley was cheering Albus up just fine on the couch to my eyes displeasure. I grabbed one of the floating drinks of Firewhiskey and started to drink it behind one of the couches in the corner of the room. I tried to hide during these things, seeing as it was usually filled with drunk guys trying to hit on any female standing alone. And me being a prefect, I should be breaking it up, but I can always pretend to not know what is going on. As I drank the Firewhiskey I heard the unmistakable sound of girlish giggling. I peeked over the couch to see Malfoy backing away from a few girls who seemed to be eager to meet him. I felt a lurch in my stomach and the sensation to rip each and everyone of their scalps off. I sat back down behind the couch and tried to ignore the giggles. "What do they see in him anyway? Sure he's good looking, and sometimes funny, and tall, and- ugh what am I thinking!? He's a jerk. A prejudice, rude, self absorbed rodent!" I said firmly out loud. I took another swig of Firewhiskey and breathed heavily. At that very moment someone jumped right over the couch, clutching a bottle of Firewhiskey, and looking behind the couch. I noticed the platinum blonde hair of Malfoy and groaned out loud. "No! This is my hiding spot! Don't ruin this too!" I said shrilly. He cupped a hand over my mouth. "Will you shut up?" He whispered. "I'm trying not to get jumped thank you very much!" He released me and sat down with his back to the back of the couch and opened the bottle of Firewhiskey. I watched him take a gulp silently, his arm seemed better. He noticed me staring, "what?" He asked. I quickly looked away, "how's your arm?" I asked awkwardly. "Fine. Madam Pomfrey fixed it in a minute." He said as he took another gulp of his drink. I looked at him, "why did you do that? Why didn't you let the bludger hit me?" I asked quietly. He looked at me but then looked away. "Well- it was coming at you- and- well, didn't want your face messed up more then it is now do we?" He said stiffly. I felt my face go red, "you didn't seem to think I was so ugly when you tried to kiss me!" I whispered loudly. He sat up and stared at me with wide eyes, "Oh! So now you bring that up? Now you want to talk about it?" He said angrily. "Well maybe I do!" I yelled. "FINE! Let's talk about it then shall we?" He said crossing his legs and resting his chin on his hands in mock interest. "Screw you Malfoy." I whispered. I snatched the bottle of Firewhiskey out of his hands and took a gulp full. As it went down my throat I felt the warm sensation run through my body. "Of course." He rolled his eyes and drank from his bottle again. "And what does that mean?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders, "nothing. Just that your avoiding talking about it." He said simply. "I'm not avoiding it." I lied. "Whatever Weasley." He mumbled. I took another drink and I started to feel the effects of alcohol. "I told you we would win." I said with confidence. Malfoy rolled his eyes, "And I told you that alcohol is alcohol." And he raised his bottle in the form of a toast. "Cheers." He mumbled. I sat up, and looked at him, "wait. Why are you even hiding? Shouldn't you be mourning your loss with your fellow losers?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Malfoy laughed grimly, "Only Slytherin I don't want to kill is Al, and he's occupied." He nodded his head across the room where Harley and Albus were in a tight embrace. I tilted my head to the side while looking at them, "are they going to breath any time soon?" I asked. Malfoy laughed, "I doubt it, they only have like four years of sexual tension built up to release." He said as he took another drink. I shrugged my shoulders and sighed heavily, "All well. So is that the only reason your hiding? From their sexual tension release?" I asked sarcastically. He scoffed, "please, I'm hiding because I'm worried of getting jumped. Those girls are crazy when they're drunk." He said checking behind him as if worried they were around him. I laughed, "please, they don't chase you cause they're drunk, they chase you cause your hot." I said without thinking. I clamped a hand over my mouth in shock. Malfoy was staring at me with raised eyebrows. "Maybe you should drink more often Weasley, makes you more honest." He said with a wink as he took another drink. I laughed out loud. "Maybe you should drink less Malfoy, it gives you a bigger ego." I said with rolled eyes. He threw a throw pillow that was laying on the floor at me. "You don't know what you have started." I said laughing. I took the pillow and threw it as hard as I could. He dodged it. He rolled stealthily over the couch. I crawled slowly around ready to jump him, but he was gone. All I saw were people dancing and laughing to loud music in the middle of the common room, and a few people making out on the couches and some even on the floor. Then I felt someone grab my ankle, and I was pulled to the back of the couch. Malfoy had pinned me to the floor, his arms holding my hands to the floor above my head so I couldn't move. "That's not fair!" I whined childishly. He was on top of me, his legs on either side, holding me to the ground. "Alls fair in love and war, Weasley." He said in mock superiority. "Oh snuff it!" I whined, as I continued to attempt to wiggle out of his grasp. "Admit I won, and you will be freed." He said, looking down at me. I narrowed my eyes at him, "no." I said firmly. He sighed dramatically, "Alright Weasley, you brought this on yourself really." And he bent lower so he was only a few inches from my face. He grinned devilishly at me, and gave a piercing stare with his silver eyes. "What are you doing." I whispered, not taking my eyes off his. "Nothing." He said slowly. One of his hands released my wrist, and slowly crept along my waist. He lowered his lips to my ear and whispered, "Give in yet Weasley?" I felt chills all through my body. 'No...' I thought to myself. 'Wait! What am I thinking?' I shook my head. "Fine. You win." I whispered reluctantly. Malfoy frowned a little, then moved off of me. I sat up shaking my head. Trying to rid my mind of my thoughts. "Your level headed, I'll give you that much Weasley." Malfoy said with a heavy sigh as he sat himself up against the couch. I grabbed the bottle of Firewhiskey and tried to take a drink but found it empty. I looked around trying to find another bottle but there was none. "Are we out?" I asked feeling a little disappointed. I would need the alcohol if I wanted to forget about what had happened inside my head. Malfoy peeked behind the couch, then came back and whispered, "Alright, hears the plan. One of us is going to go over to the crate in the middle of the dance floor and grab a few bottles and bring them back. Got it?" He said, sounding professional. I nodded my head slowly, "But who?" I asked raising my eyebrows challengingly. He thought about it for a moment. "Well if I go, I'll get jumped. If YOU go were fine. So you should go." I glared at him. "Fine." I mumbled. I crawled away from our hiding spot, then stood up. I tried to maneuver my way in and out of the dancers but kept getting bumped into. When I finally reached the case, I grabbed a couple of bottles, and started to make my way back. Then I felt someone slip their hand around my waist, "Hey, let's dance." Some Slytherin who was clearly drunk said. I pulled myself away, "I'm good." And I turned to leave, but the guy grabbed my wrist and pulled me around. "No isnt an option." He whispered threateningly. I wrenched my wrist away from his grasp, "I think it is!" I said firmly, starting to get mad. He put both his arms around my waist, and me having my hands full of bottles was making it impossible to get out of his grasp. "Let go of me!" I yelled trying to push him away. "Oi! Davies!" Malfoy had come away from his hiding place. "Stay out of it Malfoy, I'm busy." The boy said. Malfoy pushed the guy off me, grabbed me by my hand, and dragged me back to our hiding place. "I lied. Next time I go." Malfoy said angrily, looking over the couch making sure he didn't follow. "Thank you." I said quietly. He gave me an odd look, then looked at the bottles. He grabbed one and opened it, he took a swig and looked back at me. "Alright Weasley, make it up to me. Let's play truth or dare shall we? Every time you choose truth you need to take a gulp of Firewhiskey." Malfoy said as he took another swig of the drink. I sat criss cross and nodded my head. "Alright truth or dare?" He asked me. "Truth." I said firmly. "You know the drill." He handed me the bottle, I drank while he thought about his question. "What's your favorite color?" He asked. I snorted with laughter. "That's the best you could come up with?" I asked in disbelief. "Just answer the question." He said, snatching the bottle back. I thought about it for awhile, "White." I finally said. "Why the hell white?" He scoffed. I rolled my eyes, "you already asked your question but- it's my favorite color because it's pure. White always has a pure glow to the color and I like it." I said shrugging my shoulders. "Now! Truth or dare?" I asked. "Truth." And he took another gulp of Firewhiskey, "what's YOUR favorite color?" I asked curiously. He rolled his eyes, "Dark blue." He said. "Like the ocean?" I asked. "No- like the night sky. With the silver stars sparkling in its color." He said thoughtfully. I found this odd yet impressing, he actually had depth. "Truth or dare?" He asked, already handing me the bottle as if reading my mind. "I already know it's truth, drink." And I drank while he thought of his question. "Why have you been avoiding talking about what happened, with us I mean." He said quietly. I choked on the whiskey, and coughed trying to regain my breathing. "Um- what?" I asked. "You heard me." He said firmly. I wasn't expecting this, but the alcohol was clouding my logical mind. "I'm scared to talk about it." I said quietly. His hard facial expression softened. I shook my head and handed him the bottle, "might as well just take a drink." And he drank silently while I thought of my question. Then it hit me, "why did you date Daisy in fifth year?" I asked crossing my arms. It was his turn to choke on the whiskey. "What?" He sputtered. "I don't know- she was into anything and I figured what the hell. It didn't mean anything, she was just kind of, you know, a stress reliever." He said awkwardly. I narrowed my eyes, "mhm" I said coldly. He passed me the whiskey and looked at me with a glare, "why do you care." He said coldly. I kept my eyes narrowed, "I don't." I said firmly. But something in the back of my head was nagging me, was I lying to myself? I grabbed the bottle and chugged. I felt a burning in my throat, but I felt like a bubble of warmth had exploded all over my body. Malfoy took the bottle, took a few sips, then sat the bottle down. "We should dance." He said firmly. He stood up and looked down at me. "What?" I sputtered. "Yup, I definitely think so. Let's go." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, and he started to drag me to the dance floor, stumbling a little from the alcohol. He wrapped an arm around my waist, grabbed my hand, and pulled me close. "What if people stare." I whispered urgently. "They're too drunk to remember it later. Hell I think I'm gunna be too hung over to remember any of this." He said as he spun me around. The alcohol was finally showing itself, I was dizzy and light headed. I grabbed a shot glass that was floating near my head and drank it. "You know Malfoy, you really confuse me." I said as I wrapped both my arms around his neck, hanging on for support. He gave me a confused look. "I mean, one minute your the sweetest guy ever, then your a total douche. But then your sweet again! And I refuse to admit to myself that it drives me crazy." I said resting my head on his chest. My brain was all fuzzy as we danced. "Rose, I think your drunk." Malfoy said. "See! There you go again! I love it when you say my name, but then you call me Weasley again." I mumbled. "Weasley- Rose- or, ugh- your seriously drunk right now, other wise you wouldn't be saying any of this." His voice seemed off, almost sorrowful. "And your not drunk?" I asked as I looked up at him dizzily. "I can hold it better." He said quietly. "Malfoy.." I whispered. "What?" He asked quietly. "You should kiss me..." I said quietly. "....ok..." He leaned down slowly, I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and kissed him. His eyes were wide with shock. When I released him everything went black. I passed out, drunk, in his arms.