Hey guys! My first Scorp/Rose fic after MUCH reading of the pairing, so I hope you enjoy it! I'd appreciate as much feedback as possible, good or bad, so I can improve my writing. Thanks!

~Lexa

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I.

She believes that she had never tasted anything so sweet as his lips.

II.

She had her first kiss with Danny Quinn. She was thirteen, and he was one of the most popular boys in their year, second only to the person she hated most of all- Scorpius Malfoy. Danny had slipped into her otherwise empty cabin on the Hogwarts Express, told her he would miss her, then attacked her with his lips. She had stood, quite perturbed, letting him run his lips up and down her neck while pressed up against the window, until the cabin door had opened, and there stood Scorpius. He looked, if possible, even more perturbed than she felt, seeing his best mate and his worst enemy making out in a train cabin, all while turning a pale pink and gripping the door frame in such a manner that she was surprised his bones didn't burst out of his skin. He had mumbled a hasty "Sorry," and raced out, and she was surprised that her heart felt just a little heavy as she watched the train door slam shut, and Danny resumed his assault on her virgin lips.

III.

When she was fifteen, she was sneaking back late from the library (she was never much of a rule breaker, but, of course, there's an exception to every rule), and she saw him sitting on the stairs, one foot caught in the notorious Vanishing Step, and a comically resigned look on his drawn face. She debated for a minute or two, then hurried down to pull him out. It took almost five more minutes of whispered advice and tugging of arms, but, finally, his foot popped free, and he stumbled back on top of her. From their close proximity, she noticed that his steel grey eyes were the most beautiful she had ever seen. As he hopped up, holding out a hand for her to pull herself up with, he brushed his white blond hair from blocking his eyes, smiling a genuine smile as he thanked her, and she realized that it wasn't just the eyes she found fascinating. He then surprised her (a feat, since nothing surprised her anymore), and pecked her on the cheek.

She didn't miss that he looked back as he was walking away, either.

IV.

When she was 16, she caught him with Madison Zabini in an empty classroom. This time, it was her who backed out hurriedly with a "sorry" on her lips. She briefly wondered if it was possible for her to cast a Reparo spell on her heart, but decided she better not chance it. Like hearts, magic can be unstable when played with foolishly.

V.

When she was 17, she was finishing up an essay in the empty library, relishing in the feeling of a job well done (sometimes she wondered why she was so much like her mother), when Scorpius walked up to her table, a determined grimace on his pale, pale face. Barely a "Wha-?" escaped her before their lips were fused together, in a whimsical burst of sugar and spice, and need and longing, and she found herself with her back pressed up against the shelf, with the spines of the books indented into her own. One arm wound of its own accord around his neck, and the index finger of the other hooked into his front belt loop and yanked their bodies together until she swore she could feel every inch of his body against her own, and they took each other's breath away (quite literally, since they gasped for air after the kiss, and the lack of space didn't leave room for much oxygen). She thinks, as the little breath she manages to intake catches in her throat, that kisses weren't really stolen, if they were given, free of charge.