Username: maji_kat
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claim: Rose/Scorpius
Total Word Count: for my 8 fics - 5377 words.
Warnings: ratings range from G to NC-17. All fics are labelled with more detailed warnings.
Title: seven little words
Theme: Journal Entry
Rating: R
Warnings: only the musings of Scorpius’ sex-addled brain.
seven little words
“Have you been reading my journal?”
Scorpius ducked his head, avoiding the cushion aimed at his face. Or maybe it had been a shoe - he wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk finding out. Rose stood in the doorway, her face flushed, chest heaving, the aforementioned journal clasped between her fingers.
“How can you accuse me of such a thing?” Scorpius sounded as scandalised as he could manage. It was hard to concentrate on simple things like speaking when Rose was wearing nothing but a towel and he was thinking about what it would feel like to bury her beneath him on the lounge.
She glared, turned on her heel and stormed from the room.
He sat back and let out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding. Sharing a flat with Rose was proving harder than he imagined it would be, especially when she insisted on walking around in next to nothing. They had a rule, forged from the beginning - no wild shagging, no random men/woman in the kitchen in the morning and if they must bring someone home, to be considerate of the other person who had to live there. So far, it had worked, but Scorpius was in one of the longest dry spells he had ever encountered.
He wondered how she’d take to a friends-with-benefits arrangement.
He had read her journal - well, not read exactly but he had taken a peak that morning when she was at work. He had been bored; at least, that was what he told himself, but in reality, he wanted to know what she was thinking. More than once he had caught her with a sly smirk on her face as she watched him, and more than once he had wanted to throw her against the wall and tear her clothes off.
So he’d broken every rule he knew and stole into her room and opened her little book of secrets. He knew she thought he was alright - he’d overheard her telling Lily one night on the phone, so he expected some dreamy rambling about his body or his face or something mildly romantic even.
What he had not expected was to find the words I want to fuck Scorpius’ brains out glaring at him from the starkness of the page. He heart sped up, his palms grew sweaty and he could not help the images that flashed through his brain. He could not help wondering what she sounded like during sex, what she would feel like under his hands and what it would be like to watch her come undone, to completely let go of that stiff-upper-lip thing she had going on. Most of all, he wanted to hear his name drip from her lips, to see her head thrown back and her eyes wide and glassy.
He’d read on, but there was nothing more - he hadn’t even gotten another mention. He’d stashed the journal back in her drawer and decided the shower was the best place to deal with what was lurking in his head.
Sighing, he pulled a hand through his hair, climbed off the lounge and went to apologise. He knew she knew he’d lied - he had a terrible poker face, Albus was always telling him so - and he found her sitting on her bed, still wearing nothing but that bloody towel, the journal balancing on her knees. She looked up, blushed and then sighed in defeat.
“Go on,” she said, sounding tired, “tell me it will never happen. Tell me I’m not pretty enough, not thin enough, not right enough for you. I’ve seen the girls you go out with,” she added, giving him a challenging look.
He kicked the door shut, making her jump. “I was rather disappointed actually,” he mused, leaning back against the closed door. “You only mentioned me once in there,” he added, gesturing to the journal.
“What were you hoping for? A blow by blow description?”
He smiled. “Actually, yes.”
Slowly, a cheeky grin spread across her face. “Then give me ten minutes to write it all down for you.”