As soon as his hand found her waist, he gently pulled the stunning redhead towards him. Albeit wearing a mask, her nervousness was ultimately revealed through the hesitant touch on his shoulder and hand.
Whether it was due to the sudden change of anonymous dance partners or the grandeur of the Yule Ball, Scorpius wasn’t sure.
As he elegantly spun her around, he felt her relax. He guessed that behind her golden mask was a small smile that made his heart sing and ego swell.
Scorpius would make her remember him.
He would make Rose Weasly his.
