Only for You, a gift for the Community
Recipient: The Community
Title: Only For You
Author: queenb23more
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1316
Notes: Written using the prompt Later on we'll conspire as we dream by the fire, to face unafraid the plans that we've made, walking in a winter wonderland .
Only For You
Rose slips out of bed, wraps a blanket around her shoulders, and moves silently to the window, looking out at the snowfall now blanketing the village she has called home for the last two months. She sighs nostalgically as she gazes into the back garden at the moon reflecting off the rooftops of the neighboring homes, never having imagined that she would grow so fond of somewhere other than London. Yet, from the moment she first saw the small cottage and took in the countryside, she had been enthralled, and she had neither hesitated nor been reluctant when presented with the opportunity to leave the hustle and bustle of the city for the quiet tranquility of Godric's Hollow - instead, she had been anxious to escape the lack of privacy she'd felt when living in Diagon Alley, in the flat above her uncle's shop, where she and her cousin, Dominique, had endured seemingly constant surveillance by their over-protective parents and meddling family members.
Although now that she is no longer subject to it, she has to admit that, in spite of the years she harbored resentment, she misses the scrutiny more than she ever would have thought possible.
She stares out the window, looking past the homes aglow with lights and full of people, her mind traveling to Ottery St. Catchpole. In her mind's eye, she sees the Burrow filled to the brim, knows that each member of her family, with the exception of herself, is there, and she aches to know precisely what they are doing. She closes her eyes and can literally smell the delicious scents of roast goose and Christmas pudding drifting in from her Gran's kitchen, can hear the voice of Celestina Warbeck emanating from the wireless, can feel the warmth of the large crackling fire in the sitting room, can taste the sweet spices in her Granddad's favorite mulled wine.
She wonders if they are thinking of her as she is thinking of them but is fearful that none of them is missing her as she is missing them.
She shivers as she sighs again, although this time her nostalgia is laced with longing and wistfulness, and she pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders, as much in comfort as for warmth, startling slightly when she feels arms wrap around her from behind.
"Rose?" Scorpius says, his voice gruff from sleep, and she feels his breath against her neck. "Are you - is everything all right?"
She nods as she rests back against him, her heart swelling at the concern in his voice.
"Then come back to bed." His arms tighten around her possessively and his lips graze her ear. "It's cold without you."
"I will soon," she promises. "I'm just…thinking."
"Always a dangerous proposition," he chuckles, and Rose giggles unconsciously at the familiar tease.
"Only rarely," she retorts, and she turns, smiling wanly over her shoulder, not quite meeting his eye.
He kisses her softly. "So are you going to tell me what's going on in that brilliant mind of yours or are you going to make me drag it out of you?" He moves the blanket to expose her shoulder and places a lingering kiss on her bare skin.
"It's Christmas," Rose replies quietly, returning her gaze to the full moon streaming over the village.
"I know. And you're missing your family," Scorpius finishes. He moves around to her side and cups her chin, turning her face towards his.
She nods slightly. "It isn't that I don't want to be here with you, but…" She is still reluctant to meet his gaze, knowing that there is uncertainty and apology in her eyes, but when she does, she sees nothing but affection and understanding in his.
"I understand, Rose. Really, I do. No matter that my parents and I are hardly on speaking terms, I've been thinking of them tonight all the same." He leans in and kisses her again. "You know, it's still early yet…you can go if you'd like -"
"No," she says emphatically, lacing her arms around his neck, uncaring that the blanket has dropped completely off one side of her body, leaving her half naked. "I told you - I won't go without you. I couldn't."
He bends down and lifts the blanket back over her shoulder then takes her by the hand and leads her to the sofa, muttering "Incendio" in the direction of the small fireplace as he sits, pulling her onto his lap.
As she watches the flickering flames, her thoughts shift to the previous afternoon and her parents' suggestion that Rose ought not to bring Scorpius to the family's Christmas celebration and how it had escalated into a heated row, with Rose informing them that she and Scorpius were no longer merely dating but that he had moved into her cottage, ending with Rose's angry declaration right before Disapparating that if Scorpius was not welcome at the Burrow, she considered herself uninvited and would not be attending either.
"We knew this would be difficult," Scorpius says, interrupting her recollections. He sighs heavily, his hand resting on her bare thigh, "…that none of them would take it well when they all learned that what they had hoped was merely a short-lived affair was permanent."
Rose's arms tighten around his shoulders, and she leans her head against his. The hint of sadness in his voice tears at her heart; she is certain that he, too, is remembering the confrontation he had with his parents a few days earlier. She knows Scorpius Malfoy well enough to know that, despite how he has tried to hide his hurt and disappointment from her, he feels them desperately nonetheless.
"And truthfully, I wouldn't blame you if you chose to spend tonight with your family -"
Rose silences him, covering his lips with her fingers. "I told you already. I'm where I want to be…with you. I can't deny that I miss them, but I swear, Scorpius, you're the only family I want to spend tonight with."
"Family," Scorpius repeats softly, his hand sliding without hesitation underneath the blanket, coming to rest on her slightly rounded stomach, and his features shift into that slightly goofy look he gets anytime the subject of their baby arises. "Our family."
Reflexively, her hand covers his. "Everything will be different next year. Once they learn about the baby…once they're grandparents…everything will change…everything will be all right…it has to be all right," she whispers seconds before their lips meet in an intense kiss.
Rose clutches his face, wanting to convey in every way the depth of her love for him and her desperate need to believe that, in fact, everything will be all right with their families who have, for decades, greatly disliked one another. Their kiss deepens, his hands caressing her belly lovingly before moving over her body, and her thoughts drift again. This time, however, she recalls with affection and contentment the first Christmas she has shared with Scorpius as a couple - waking to make love before opening their modest gifts to one another, a long stroll through the village as they discussed plans for their future, giggling excitedly about the news that they had learned only the week earlier but had yet to share with anyone else, jointly preparing their private Christmas dinner, making love once more after dining - and the melancholy she felt only moments ago fades, giving way to waves of hope and deep desire.
She feels herself being lowered to the soft, shaggy rug in front of the fire to be covered immediately by his body, and their lips part for mere seconds.
"Happy Christmas, Rose."
"Happy Christmas, Scorpius."
She gazes into his eyes, her breath catching at the emotion she sees and hears in his voice, and she pulls his lips back to hers, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening proving the same to him.
Title: Only For You
Author: queenb23more
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1316
Notes: Written using the prompt Later on we'll conspire as we dream by the fire, to face unafraid the plans that we've made, walking in a winter wonderland .
Only For You
Rose slips out of bed, wraps a blanket around her shoulders, and moves silently to the window, looking out at the snowfall now blanketing the village she has called home for the last two months. She sighs nostalgically as she gazes into the back garden at the moon reflecting off the rooftops of the neighboring homes, never having imagined that she would grow so fond of somewhere other than London. Yet, from the moment she first saw the small cottage and took in the countryside, she had been enthralled, and she had neither hesitated nor been reluctant when presented with the opportunity to leave the hustle and bustle of the city for the quiet tranquility of Godric's Hollow - instead, she had been anxious to escape the lack of privacy she'd felt when living in Diagon Alley, in the flat above her uncle's shop, where she and her cousin, Dominique, had endured seemingly constant surveillance by their over-protective parents and meddling family members.
Although now that she is no longer subject to it, she has to admit that, in spite of the years she harbored resentment, she misses the scrutiny more than she ever would have thought possible.
She stares out the window, looking past the homes aglow with lights and full of people, her mind traveling to Ottery St. Catchpole. In her mind's eye, she sees the Burrow filled to the brim, knows that each member of her family, with the exception of herself, is there, and she aches to know precisely what they are doing. She closes her eyes and can literally smell the delicious scents of roast goose and Christmas pudding drifting in from her Gran's kitchen, can hear the voice of Celestina Warbeck emanating from the wireless, can feel the warmth of the large crackling fire in the sitting room, can taste the sweet spices in her Granddad's favorite mulled wine.
She wonders if they are thinking of her as she is thinking of them but is fearful that none of them is missing her as she is missing them.
She shivers as she sighs again, although this time her nostalgia is laced with longing and wistfulness, and she pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders, as much in comfort as for warmth, startling slightly when she feels arms wrap around her from behind.
"Rose?" Scorpius says, his voice gruff from sleep, and she feels his breath against her neck. "Are you - is everything all right?"
She nods as she rests back against him, her heart swelling at the concern in his voice.
"Then come back to bed." His arms tighten around her possessively and his lips graze her ear. "It's cold without you."
"I will soon," she promises. "I'm just…thinking."
"Always a dangerous proposition," he chuckles, and Rose giggles unconsciously at the familiar tease.
"Only rarely," she retorts, and she turns, smiling wanly over her shoulder, not quite meeting his eye.
He kisses her softly. "So are you going to tell me what's going on in that brilliant mind of yours or are you going to make me drag it out of you?" He moves the blanket to expose her shoulder and places a lingering kiss on her bare skin.
"It's Christmas," Rose replies quietly, returning her gaze to the full moon streaming over the village.
"I know. And you're missing your family," Scorpius finishes. He moves around to her side and cups her chin, turning her face towards his.
She nods slightly. "It isn't that I don't want to be here with you, but…" She is still reluctant to meet his gaze, knowing that there is uncertainty and apology in her eyes, but when she does, she sees nothing but affection and understanding in his.
"I understand, Rose. Really, I do. No matter that my parents and I are hardly on speaking terms, I've been thinking of them tonight all the same." He leans in and kisses her again. "You know, it's still early yet…you can go if you'd like -"
"No," she says emphatically, lacing her arms around his neck, uncaring that the blanket has dropped completely off one side of her body, leaving her half naked. "I told you - I won't go without you. I couldn't."
He bends down and lifts the blanket back over her shoulder then takes her by the hand and leads her to the sofa, muttering "Incendio" in the direction of the small fireplace as he sits, pulling her onto his lap.
As she watches the flickering flames, her thoughts shift to the previous afternoon and her parents' suggestion that Rose ought not to bring Scorpius to the family's Christmas celebration and how it had escalated into a heated row, with Rose informing them that she and Scorpius were no longer merely dating but that he had moved into her cottage, ending with Rose's angry declaration right before Disapparating that if Scorpius was not welcome at the Burrow, she considered herself uninvited and would not be attending either.
"We knew this would be difficult," Scorpius says, interrupting her recollections. He sighs heavily, his hand resting on her bare thigh, "…that none of them would take it well when they all learned that what they had hoped was merely a short-lived affair was permanent."
Rose's arms tighten around his shoulders, and she leans her head against his. The hint of sadness in his voice tears at her heart; she is certain that he, too, is remembering the confrontation he had with his parents a few days earlier. She knows Scorpius Malfoy well enough to know that, despite how he has tried to hide his hurt and disappointment from her, he feels them desperately nonetheless.
"And truthfully, I wouldn't blame you if you chose to spend tonight with your family -"
Rose silences him, covering his lips with her fingers. "I told you already. I'm where I want to be…with you. I can't deny that I miss them, but I swear, Scorpius, you're the only family I want to spend tonight with."
"Family," Scorpius repeats softly, his hand sliding without hesitation underneath the blanket, coming to rest on her slightly rounded stomach, and his features shift into that slightly goofy look he gets anytime the subject of their baby arises. "Our family."
Reflexively, her hand covers his. "Everything will be different next year. Once they learn about the baby…once they're grandparents…everything will change…everything will be all right…it has to be all right," she whispers seconds before their lips meet in an intense kiss.
Rose clutches his face, wanting to convey in every way the depth of her love for him and her desperate need to believe that, in fact, everything will be all right with their families who have, for decades, greatly disliked one another. Their kiss deepens, his hands caressing her belly lovingly before moving over her body, and her thoughts drift again. This time, however, she recalls with affection and contentment the first Christmas she has shared with Scorpius as a couple - waking to make love before opening their modest gifts to one another, a long stroll through the village as they discussed plans for their future, giggling excitedly about the news that they had learned only the week earlier but had yet to share with anyone else, jointly preparing their private Christmas dinner, making love once more after dining - and the melancholy she felt only moments ago fades, giving way to waves of hope and deep desire.
She feels herself being lowered to the soft, shaggy rug in front of the fire to be covered immediately by his body, and their lips part for mere seconds.
"Happy Christmas, Rose."
"Happy Christmas, Scorpius."
She gazes into his eyes, her breath catching at the emotion she sees and hears in his voice, and she pulls his lips back to hers, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening proving the same to him.