Okay, I finally got around to writing this chapter. I updated one of my stories the day before yesterday, but I didn't have time to finish Rosius. This is the last chapter so I'll try to make it a good one. It will absolutely full of Rose and Scorp fluff.

It was the perfect day for Quidditch. The sun shone brightly and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The weather had drawn a good lot of students out of the castle, but so far only Scorpius and I were on the Quidditch pitch. My seat on the sidelines was warm enough that I slipped off my robes and laid them down on the bench beside me. I sat with my head craned backwards looking up into the blue sky.

As I watched, the lone player on the field flew back and forth. He flew speedy laps around the Quidditch pitch, his blonde hair flapping around his head. He proceeded to go faster and faster until all I could see was the blur of green robes as he flashed by. Slowing down again, he did flips and turns, clutching the broom tightly. He was making me dizzy just watching.

"Show off!" I called across the field.

"You know it!" He called back. He gave another of his brilliant spins before stopping mid-air to bend his torso over in a bow. I clapped like a good girlfriend. Scorpius didn't even pretend to be modest as he took off again. Showing off for me was just part of his nature. He flew a few more laps around the pitch before landing abruptly a few yards away from where I was sitting.

"So," he smirked. He carried the broom beside him as he made his way up the rows of stands. "What did you think of that, love?" I sighed happily at the nickname but couldn't resist teasing him a little.

"That, my dear Scorpius," I replied with a straight face, "was rubbish."

"I know-" he began to crow gleefully. He broke off when he realized what I said, confusion covering his pale features. "It was not!" he finished defensively. To Scorpius, Quidditch skills judged not only physical strength and talent but worth in just about everything else too.

I laughed at his indignant expression. "All right," I admitted grinning. "You were absolutely amazing, Scor."

"That wasn't funny, Rose." He said. But this time he was smiling too. He started to sit down beside me, but then he seemed to remember that he was still holding his broomstick. Very carefully, (I would swear the bloke was in love with that thing) he set it down on the seat beside him. Then he sat down beside me and reached for my hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

It had taken me almost two weeks of dating him to get over my nervousness around Scorpius, but every so often, he would do something like this that took me by surprise and I would find myself blushing again. Alone on the Quidditch pitch with Scorpius, my face flushed bright pink. I comforted myself with the fact that no one else would see.

My red face drew a smirk from Scorpius. He leaned towards me and pressed his lips to my ear. "That's got to be my favorite color," he whispered into my ear. "Rose red." I looked down bashfully. Instead of changing the subject, he reached down to cup my chin and lifted my face. He looked into my eyes and said, "It's nothing to be ashamed of." He gently tucked one of my curls behind my ear totally distracting me.

He seemed to be waiting for an answer. "What?" I asked brilliantly. I had completely forgotten what we were talking about.

Scorpius smirked, knowing his nearness had caused my mental lapse. "I was saying," he continued to play with my hair. "That blushing is nothing to be ashamed of."

I looked at him skeptically. "I'd like to see you try it." I told him. Scorpius never blushed. He was hardly ever embarrassed and even if he was, the worst that happened was his ears turning pink. And he had that gorgeous white-blonde hair to cover it up.

He didn't reply. We sat in silence for a few minutes, one of his hands still wrapped in my hair. A few first years made their way across the lawn, but I didn't pay attention to them. I leaned into Scorpius's fit chest. The feel of him against me was comforting in a very distracting sort of way. I buried my head against his jumper and just happened to catch a whiff of him. Despite working up a sweat showing off, Scorpius still managed to smell amazingly, distractingly good. I let his masculine scent wash over me as I relaxed against him.

We sat quietly together for a minute before Scorpius began to fidget. He was the type of person that always needed something to do and while he managed to sit still for a few minutes, he soon became bored. He gently tugged my face up to so it was within kissing distance and covered my mouth with his. My eyes fluttered closed and I responded to his kiss.

Scorpius definitely didn't seem bored now. He was too engaged in our kiss to pay attention to the sudden shout I heard echo across the field. I had learned my lesson from last time. "Oh, look Zambini." Someone sneered loudly nearby. "It's the blood-traitor Malfoy snogging Weasley the Weasel."

Hearing the taunts, Scorpius jerked his head away from mine and looked around, determined to find the culprit. His eyes landed on Grayson Zambini and Terence Flint standing at least ten meters away. "She a good snog, Malfoy?" Zambini called tauntingly. "Because I sure wouldn't want to snog a bird with a mud-blood for a mother."

The two Slytherins were slowly advancing in our direction and Scorpius looked ready to take both of them on at once. "You don't want to try me, Zambini." Scorpius glared. "Or you might end up too injured to play in next week's Quidditch game against Gryffindor." If looks could kill, they would be dead.

Zambini's eyes narrowed and Flint looked surprised. Scorpius told me a few days ago that he didn't get along with his roommates. I was beginning to understand why he preferred the company of a rival house to these gits. "You wouldn't." Flint said. "Even a bloody traitor like you. Consorting with Gryffindors, mud-bloods, and Weasleys." The scorn in his words was obvious and only urged Scorpius on further. I thought about pointing out that I wasn't a mud-blood but I realized that was moot point.

"Watch me." Scorpius drew his wand. I seriously considered stopping him before he hurt his fellow housemates, but I decided better of it. The poxy buggers deserved a taste of their own medicine.

"Oh, I'm so afraid of the little Scorpion." Flint and Zambini both pretended to cower in fright. They were so busy cowering that they didn't hear Scorpius' "Levicorpus!" until it was too late. The spell hit Flint who was the closer of the two and he flipped upside down in the air. When Zambini saw Scorpius take aim again, he began to scramble backwards.

"I was just kidding, Malfoy." He shrugged his shoulders innocently. If he was really kidding, he would stop calling Scor Malfoy. Anyone who knew the guy knew he didn't like his last name. "You know how we Slytherins are. You are one after all."

Rather than answer the pointless question, Scorpius aimed his wand at Zambini and shouted the incantation for a bat-bogey hex. I laughed as the hex hit Zambini square in the chest. Deciding not to wait for his fellow Slytherin to catch up, Zambini took off at a run. Meanwhile, Flint was still stuck upside down in the air. His robes had fallen to cover his face and his shirt slid down to reveal his stomach.

"Scared now, Flint?" Scorpius asked. Underneath his robes, Flint muttered something unintelligible. Scorpius took that as a yes. "That's what I thought." He said. "And because I'm not like you, I'm even going to be nice enough to let you down." He did exactly that.

As soon as Flint was on the ground, he reached into his sleeve for his wand. "Not so fast, Flint." Scorpius headed him off, aiming his wand at the other Slytherin's temple. "Don't even think about reaching for your wand."

While Scor was busy dealing with Flint, I turned around to see what had become of Flint's partner in crime. The shape I assumed was Zambini was already halfway to the castle. I could see groups of students pointing and laughing as one, too far away to be recognizable, was streaking forward running from bat-bogeys.

I turned back to Scorpius and Flint in time to hear Scorpius say, "If you ever insult Rose anywhere near me again, you'll live to regret it. And I won't be so lenient next time." From what I could tell, he hadn't been very lenient this time. Flint looked as if he'd been hit by a nasty Furnunculus hex. His face was covered in huge boils that had to hurt like the dickens. Whatever Scorpius said before must have scared the larger boy because he took off after Zambini at an unreasonable pace. We stood in silence watching him make his way back to the castle.

"You didn't have to do that." I told Scorpius once Flint was out of sight.

Scorpius sighed dramatically and plopped down in a seat. "As a matter of fact, I did." I looked at him skeptically and watched as he ran a hand through his pale hair. "I'm your boyfriend, Rosie. I'm supposed to protect you."

"They wouldn't have done anything."

"Not while I was around." He said. "But they would wait until I wasn't. They would say something cruel or gang up and hurt you. I've roomed with those two for years, Rose. I know what they're like."

The thought made me shudder, and I was glad to know that Scorpius would be around to protect me. I just couldn't believe that someone as nice as Scorpius was forced to live with ignorant gits like Flint and Zambini. "I'm sorry, Scorpius." I sympathized.

"For what?" He asked, misunderstanding me. "You didn't do anything."

"Not for me. I'm sorry you have to be around those low-lives all the time." I took one of his hands between both of mine (I didn't even blush!) and stroked it.

Scorpius didn't answer. Instead, he drew his hand away and played with the handle of his broomstick absentmindedly. I knew he had every intention of changing the subject. Scorpius was a private person who'd had pride and resistance to weakness drilled into him from birth. Scor could cover just about anything up with one of his signature Malfoy smirks. As I watched, his eyes seemed to light up as he got a sudden idea. "Have you ever ridden a broom before, Rosie?"

I looked at him like he was a nutter. "The school gives all first years lessons." I reminded him.

"Besides that, I mean."

I thought about it. "Er, no. I haven't actually." When I was younger, my family tried to teach me how to fly. Every bloody one of my relatives had attempted to teach me. Al, James, Fred, Uncle Harry, Uncle George and Dad all took a go. Even Aunt Ginny who had been a pro couldn't help me stay on my broom. It was useless. I inherited my mom's fear of heights and my dad's spotty performance record. Half of the time, I could stay unsteadily on the broom. The other half I fell on my bum. "But my family is made up of Quidditch fanatics."

"How would you like to take a go on my broom?" Scorpius asked, holding the item in question up for inspection.

"Your broom?" I asked suspiciously. Despite proof of what he meant in the form of the proffered broomstick, I had been around my perverted cousin James too long to take it at face value. James insisted that that phrase had quite a different meaning.

"My broom." Scorpius repeated innocently. "It's a Nimbus 3000."

"No." I said decisively. I had no wish to embarrass myself in front of my boyfriend. And if I got on that broomstick, Nimbus 3000 or not, I was sure to fall flat on my bum.

"Come on, Rosie." He coaxed. "It'll be fun."

"I think I'll pass." I replied. The last time I had been on a broom was at least five years ago, and I could live the rest of my life happily without ever getting on a broom again.

"Rose." Scorpius said. "How about if I get on with you?"

I tried to think of an excuse. "If we both get on, we'll break the broom!" I protested.

"Rose." Scorpius repeated.

"What?" I asked defensively.

"Please?" He asked. He ran a hand through his attractive white-blonde hair, trying to distract me so I would agree. "For me?" He put on a puppy dog face. I shook my head resolutely. Giving that up, he decided to try a different tactic. "You're just too much of a chicken to try it." He accused. I regretted his choice of tactics because this one involved a very attractive smirk. A smirk that made me want to sigh and say yes to whatever he asked.

"Ye- No." I managed to get out. "And don't do that. That's cheating."

"Rose." He said for the third time, ignoring my protests.

"No!" I insisted. "There is absolutely nothing you can do to convince me to get on that broom."

He gave me a skeptical look. "Nothing?" He asked. He smirked and my eyes widened as I saw where he was going with this. Then, just as quickly, I straightened my expression out.

"Nothing." I told him firmly.

"We'll see about that." Scorpius leaned forward and I blocked my stomach with his arms so he couldn't tickle me. Scorpius knew I was ticklish and he had used that against me on many occasions.

He surprised me when instead of reaching for my stomach; Scorpius wrapped me in a hug. He kissed me deeply and leaned me back against the bench until he was leaning over me and I was using my discarded robes for a pillow. Scorpius pulled away and I went to sit up, but he stopped me. He leaned over me again, pulling gently on a strand of my hair. This time, his kisses landed on my neck teasingly, just enough to make me want more. That masculine scent I had noticed earlier enveloped me as Scorpius kissed me.

When he finally pulled away, I wasn't able to form a coherent thought. He leaned over to snog me again and I arched up my head, hoping our lips would meet faster. Just when they were about to touch, he pulled back. "Scor," I complained. "Please." He shook his head and avoided my attempts to kiss him. It was only then that I realized what he was doing. "No way!" I objected. "That's cheating."

"You said nothing would get you on the broom, Rosie. That means I'm allowed to try anything." He leaned closer to me and teased my neck with his lips again. "So would you like to take a ride on the broom with me and snog or do this?" His breath was hot on my neck. "Because I'm fine with either."

I sighed in defeat. "Fine," I glared. "You win."

He smirked proudly. "I knew you'd come around, Rosie." He stood up unceremoniously and gathered up his broomstick. This left me flat on my back on the bench with him staring down at me. I quickly scrambled up. "Now follow me." I scooped up my robes and went to follow him. "Oh, you can leave your robes."

I followed the blonde boy down the steps until we were on the Quidditch pitch. In the time we had been distracted by Scorpius' fellow Slytherins and ourselves, we hadn't noticed that while it wasn't yet crowded, the field was starting to fill with random students out to practice their skills. A group of Ravenclaws were tossing a Quaffle back and forth and two Slytherin seventh years had let loose the bludgers.

Scorpius climbed onto the broom easily and lifted a few feet off the ground. Touching down to the ground, he held out his hand to me. I took it nervously. I could feel my palms beginning to sweat. That was never a good thing when you had to hold on for dear life. I hitched one leg over the broom and managed to climb on behind Scorpius.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked worriedly.

"Positive." Scorpius said easily. I trusted Scorpius, but that didn't stop me from clinging tightly to his waist as we took off.

I squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped my arms around Scorpius' waist as tightly as I could. I heard him let out an "Oof."

"Sorry." I shouted in his ear trying to be heard over the wind. I tried to hold on as tightly as I could without hurting him. The warm air streamed behind us as Scorpius urged the broom up into the air. From here, I could feel the heat from the sun through my thin shirt. Scorpius was right about leaving my robes behind. They would have just gotten in the way. Still, I didn't open my eyes.

Every time the broom dipped down, I could feel my stomach lurch. "Open your eyes!" Scorpius had to turn his head to be heard. It was like he could read my mind because that was the one thing I was determined not to do. "Come on, Rosie!" He coaxed. "It'll be more fun."

And so I did. I looked around and saw the three goalposts on the left side of the stadium. Woah. We had to be really high up in the air to be that close. I made the mistake of looking down and felt the contents of my stomach work their way up to my throat. I'm sure Scorpius got the air squeezed out of him again.

"Just relax." Scorpius called. "I won't let anything happen to you."

I tried to follow his advice, letting my vise-like grip on him relax slightly. I felt more than heard his sigh of relief. As we flew through the air, I realized how small the people on the ground looked and how exhilarating it was to be up this high in the air. Soon, I found myself urging Scorpius to go faster. He even tried some of his less extreme tricks.

"How was that?" He said after doing one such spin. We were hovering in mid-air, and the top half of Scorpius' body was turned to face me.

"That was bloody amazing!" I grinned. "Let's do it again."

"I told you that you would love it." Scorpius beamed. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and muttered a spell. Then he turned back to face me.

"What was that spell for?" I asked curiously.

"Keeps the broom up for when I forget." He said. We had stopped moving up and down and were stationary in the air. I thought Scorpius had done it, but now I realized it was the spell he cast.

"When you forget?" I demanded anxiously. He swung his leg over the broom so that both of his legs were on one side and swung the other over so that he was facing me. "What are you-"

I was cut off by the completely unexpected feel of Scorpius' mouth covering mine. He wrapped his arms around me and I forgot that this was dangerous. I forgot that we were hovering a few hundred feet in the air and the only thing keeping us up was a charm. I forgot that what we were doing was stupid and reckless. I forgot just about everything.

Snogging Scorpius was great on any day, but hovering hundreds of feet in the air while doing it was exhilarating. It was one of the most exciting things that I had ever done and it felt amazing. Scorpius kissed me gently at first, then with growing excitement. I loved the way he cradled my face as he kissed me, keeping the gentleness of the previous kiss even as this one stopped being gentle. I loved the way his pale hair fell over his forehead. I loved him. In that moment, I didn't care what other people might say. I didn't care if I fell off the broom and embarrassed myself. I didn't care about anything but Scorpius. He made me happy to just be.

This is nothing like i planned it to be, but its surprisingly good. You would never guess that writing it gave me a headache. Or that i was writing after having only four hours of sleep last night.