( SHAMELESS )

[ROSE WEASLEY]

TAKE ME, SHOW ME, THE CORNERS OF YOUR EMPTY ROOM

T H E T R O U B L E W E C O U L D G E T I N T O

making her nightly rounds had never been her favorite thing. however, every so often, she found the long lonely walks to be worth while. when she was finished patrolling the halls, rose always made sure to stop in at the prefects bathroom. she found the tub to be so relaxing. the fragrant smell of the different colored soaps and waters. ooh she loved it. she had never been too much of a girlie girl, but this was just amazing. she had spent many long nights simply soaking away all her troubles. naturally she'd occasionally have company when moaning myrtle stopped by to say hello. the girl was always so bitter and rose never understood why. well, of course it could be because she was dead and she lived in a drain....

sighing softly, rose opened the door to the prefect's bathroom and slipped inside. her eyes scanned over the room, beginning at the glistening pool of water at her feet, and ending at the stained glass mural of mer-people. it was truly gorgeous in here. she had always loved it. smiling slightly, she took in a small breath and began to hum a familiar tune as she danced lightly on her feet over to the faucets. one by one, she turned the different colored jeweled knobs and one by one, different colored water poured into the pool, filling it high with bubbles and colors. smiling to herself, she walked over to the dressing rooms and slipped out of her robes. after grabbing a towel, she wrapped it around her body and tied her hair up in a ribbn so as not to get it wet.

rose had inherited many things from her mother, most of them proving to be redeeming qualities. however, her hair, on the other hand, was another story. hermione granger was known for her wild mane of bushy hair and just like her mother, rose obtained the bushy mess. however, unlike her mother, rose chose to straighten her hair each morning before leaving the dorm, thus choosing to tie it up in a ribbon and not get it wet.

just as she was about to let the towel drop to her ankles, she heard a noise. eyes widening, she held the towel closer to her body and ventured closer to the door to try and get a glimpse of who ever was there. but when she turned the corner, she couldn't see anyone. shrugging slightly, she began to walk back to the tub and sat on the edge with her feet in the water and one hand holding the towel to her chest. as she sat there, things began to run through her mind. it traced over her vacation and what she did with her family, and friends, and what she got for christmas. then, it slowly began to drift to something that happened right before she left to go home for the holidays. something that had to do with scorpius malfoy.

naturally, she had know scorpius for years on end now, but they had never truly spoken. then, all of the sudden, a few days before break, they spoke and something about the way he spoke to her just made her feel.. comfortable. it was almost unheard of. a weasley and a malfoy speaking nicely to each other. they were civil. and to add to that, rose hadn't been able to get him out of her head. she couldn't stop thinking about him. they're families hated each other, so maybe that was why it felt so good to break free of the mold, but there was something there that she could put her finger on. she wanted to see him again. she wanted to talk to him more and get to know him. she was curious.

the water splashed gently as she kicked her feet around, waiting until she felt like getting in the water. truth be told, she didn't feel like being alone, but she doubted that anyone would be up at this hour. when she finally about to get in, she heard the door open. someone must have read her mind.

"hello?"

tagged » scorpius malfoy
words » seven nine nine
outfit » a towel
muse » mythbusters
notes » this girl is all alonnnne[/blockquote]

[SCORPIUS MALFOY]

I WANT YOUR LOVING OH YOUR LOVER'S REVENGE
YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE

there were certain benefits that accompanied simply existing in the world as a malfoy, one of which was the ability to bully a fifth year prefect into giving up the password to their special bathroom. he himself had never won the position as glorified hall monitor, a fact which his father chose to remind him of whenever the though occurred to him. it was no matter, really, scorpius assured himself as he made his way silently up the marble staircase at the front of the school, rather riskily if truth be told. usually when one was lurking about the castle past curfew, one kept to the side stairs and whatnot. no one was in the area, fortunately, and scor continued on toward the fifth floor, dressed in a plain white v neck tee and slacks that he had worn to the hog's head earlier that afternoon for drinks with alexander.

as he went, he found himself reflecting on the fact that if he had been made quidditch captain, he wouldn't have to browbeat fifth years for the password to the prefect's bathroom. this fact smarted a bit more than not being made prefect. he had played quidditch in his youth, for it was his family tradition. but when he reached his sixth year, scor had decided that his future was not with the broomstick, but the briefcase. he was destined for great success in business and power, like his grandfather lucius had been. as it happened, there was quite a bit of business on his mind at that moment, and the bathtub had always been his favorite place for making his most important business decisions.

and as scorpius malfoy opened the door to the prefect's bathroom, he heard a sound that was familiar to his ears, yet still foreign. it all made sense when he looked down on rose weasley submerged and without a stich of clothing in the water before him. he had only heard her voice once before, or concentrated on it anyway...yet the sound had replayed in his head since that instant all through the holidays, most of the time when he was sitting alone in his bedroom at the window, watching a fresh layer of snow drift from the clouds to coat the crisp wiltshire grounds of his childhood home. he had stayed indoors for most of the break, willing that sound to return, subconsciously drained of energy for much else in his mind's pursuit to determine a position on his feelings toward the voice that haunted his thoughts and rendered him immobile.

"rosie." he spoke without thinking as his legs carried him to the edge of the bath, unbelting his slacks as he went. there was an ominously amused twist to his smirk, which could not have been more contrasting to the sneer his father had given hers on the daily over twenty years ago. "we just keep meeting up."


tagged -- rose weasley.
words -- five hundred and eighty seven.
outfit -- white v neck and slacks.
music -- bad romance by gaga.
notes -- so wrong, it's right.

[ROSE WEASLEY]

TAKE ME, SHOW ME, THE CORNERS OF YOUR EMPTY ROOM

T H E T R O U B L E W E C O U L D G E T I N T O

rosie watched him with a smirk on her lips as he unbelted, her eyes locked on his. she no longer felt like a typical innocent weasley with him. she felt like someone else. she had always stuck out, but with scorpius, it didn't matter. it didn't matter who she was, it was how he made her feel. she had had boys in the past, her fair share to say the least, but rose had never met one like him. a slytherin who wanted to break out of the mold. or, so it seemed. never in a million years would she have though of him to be one to even talk to a weasley, or someone who wasn't pure. but here he was, talking to her, unbelting and obviously expecting something that rose wasn't about to give. he was expecting more than what she was ever going to give him.

with her mind focused on the voice she had been dying to hear all break, her eyes met his hands, which were busy working away at his belt. smirking slightly, she met his eyes. those beautiful green eyes. "scor." she said softly. "only this time you've caught me with my pants down." a small laugh escaped her and she grinned up at him. "and it appears yours are on their way." her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked back to the water, kicking her feet around slightly again. though she had only faced him once before, rose loved the feeling she got when she was in his presence. he was very handsome, and it was had to ignore that fact. another fact that was hard to ignore, was that she was stark-naked with just a towel wrapped around her.

again, she looked to his hands. "and what, mr. malfoy, do you think your doing? just because i'm naked, doesn't mean that you must undress as well. do you expect something to happen tonight? because i can tell you right now this towel is not going to leave my body." the smirk still played on her lips as she watched him move closer. in truth, she wanted nothing more than to de-clothe him and pull him in with her, but she held back from that. he was a malfoy and she barely knew him. proceeding any further with him from here would be a broken law in her home. the weasley's and malfoys were not friends. but she couldn't help but to stare into his evil eyes.

she cocked her head to the side and pulled the towel tighter around her body. she wasn't the kind of girl who would really let a boy in so fast, even if he was as devilishly handsome as scorpius was. she knew she'd only be a fool to let him in, so instead, she rose her delicate hand, as a motion for him to stop. "i do believe the only reason we keep meeting, is because you, my dear scorpius, are seeking me out. am i wrong?" a smirk that mimicked his appeared on her face and a small twinkle in her eye. oh, if only she could tell now. she, a mere weasley had literally charmed the pants right off of mr. malfoy himself. look at him, readily taking his clothes off to get naked with her to think that nearly twenty years ago, her mother and father hated his with a passion, and now their little girl was falling for the malfoy boy and allowing him to view her in just a towel.

usually, rose was stubborn prat and never gave in to a thing anyone told her. she was the oddball out in her family. she didn't want to be like them. sure, she loved them, but she hated her blood. she hated that she and her brother weren't pure like their father and the rest of her family. she loved her mother, but sometimes, she was mad at her father for choosing her as a bride and making she and her brother so that they may have the muggle blood. though she was one of several weasley's who weren't pure, but she wasn't like most of them. she wasn't proud of her last name. she loved her family to death, but in reality, she felt like the odd one out. perhaps that's why she didn't push away the fairly forward boy in front of her.

tagged » scorpius malfoy
words » seven one seven
outfit » a towel
muse » thinking of making taliah
notes » oh my oh my.

[SCORPIUS MALFOY]

I WANT YOUR LOVING OH YOUR LOVER'S REVENGE
YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMANCE

scorpius lingered on the edge of the tub while miss weasley coquetted in a towel, murmuring words to him that her family would die of shame from hearing, especially if they could see her croon at a malfoy. he listened to her empty threats of keeping her towel wrapped snug around her, and couldn't help but to smirk as she spoke. no female had ever denied him before, and rose weasley was not about to be the first. no, it was clear that she was more than willing, but he'd play her game, to an extent. "i do believe the only reason we keep meeting, is because you, my dear scorpius, are seeking me out. am i wrong?"

scor shook his head and continued to unfasten his pants, before pushing them down to his ankles and stepping out of them completely. he then pulled his shirt over his head, and in only a pair of briefs he bent down to seize his pants and throw them toward the wall so they'd stay dry. "i don't seek women out," he told her haughtily, hands on his hips and standing unabashed though he was nearly undressed. "but i do tend to happen upon them in towels more than a man would expect. not that i'm complaining."

he gazed down at her where she sat on the edge of the tub, and sighed. her hair was pulled back from her face like he saw girls do occasionally, and was surprised at how well it suited her. usually he preferred his women with long, luxurious hair - something he could hold onto. but her face was fully exposed and she looked adorably vulnerable with her hair styled thus and in nothing but a towel.

"don't let my being here prevent you from enjoying your bath, weasley," he implored her with an underhanded grin. "there's no one around, what are you so worried about? i promise, it can be our little secret." scor held a finger to his lips to demonstrate.

rose weasley had filled his thoughts since their initial meeting before the holidays. she had invaded more than one of his dreams, and occupied his daytime musings on numerous occasions. he could admit to himself that he still had a few hang ups about his being a malfoy and her a weasley, but in each of his dreams he had been able to push that fact aside. and here she was, like a dream wrapped up for him in a towel, flirtatiously kicking her feet in the water as she taunted him. scor had a feeling that he would be able to turn off the protests from the part of him that reminded him of her partially tainted blood, in favor of a larger part of him that could do simple math; rose weasley in a towel plus scorpius malfoy was going to equal something sensational.



tagged -- rose weasley.
words -- five hundred and eighty six.
outfit -- a pair of briefs.
music -- the orange bowl.
notes -- lalalala.

[ROSE WEASLEY]

TAKE ME, SHOW ME, THE CORNERS OF YOUR EMPTY ROOM

T H E T R O U B L E W E C O U L D G E T I N T O

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rosie watched him with a smirk on her lips as he unbelted, her eyes locked on his. she no longer felt like a typical innocent weasley with him. she felt like someone else. she had always stuck out, but with scorpius, it didn't matter. it didn't matter who she was, it was how he made her feel. she had had boys in the past, her fair share to say the least, but rose had never met one like him. a slytherin who wanted to break out of the mold. or, so it seemed. never in a million years would she have though of him to be one to even talk to a weasley, or someone who wasn't pure. but here he was, talking to her, unbelting and obviously expecting something that rose wasn't about to give. he was expecting more than what she was ever going to give him.

she let out a small laugh and tilted her head at the nearly naked man. her face staying pale, though she was staring right at him. he was quite a character, and rosie simply smiled that innocent smile of hers up at him, pearly-whites shining. "oh of course scorpius. i'm terribly sorry. my mistake, doll." she kicked at the water while she spoke. "however, i don't doubt that by the end of the night, they're out of their towels and in to your lap. i don't doubt that one bit." she smiled again and patted the seat next to her, indicating that he should sit. "but i sincerely hope you don't expect me to end up the same." she tugged the towel up slightly as she looked away from him again.

scorpius malfoy was someone she had thought about for ages. someone who had just about been haunting her dreams. she had secrets that she could tell him, that would send him flying away, but she wasn't about to do it. she knew that she needed him here. she needed to stay by his side tonight. she needed to experience the sin of being with him, without actually being with him. she was a weasley and he a malfoy, their worlds simply shouldn't collide. but they did. and here they were. she nibbled gently on her bottom lip. she could feel him watching her. it felt so wrong that it was right to be there.

she smiled and let out another laugh. "i suppose you're right." she mused, eyes sparkling with mischief. she let her fingers hook gently on the towel, as if about to take it off, then she paused. "but dear mr. malfoy, how do i know i can trust you?" her eyes met his and she smirked slightly. "i mean, if word got out, i could be disowned." oh, for the love of god would she love more than anything to be set apart from the family. there were too many weasleys.. too many of them. she could hardly stand it. she loved her family, but she needed something different. she needed to leave and scorpius was her ticket out. still, she would never give in so easily.

tagged » scorpius malfoy
words » six five seven
outfit » a towel
muse » lopez tonight
notes » oh boy oh boy sorry it too so long.

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