Ehh, not really sure how I feel about this, but thought I'd put it up anyway. Please review!

look at us spinning out in the madness of a roller coaster

The space between our wicked lies
Is where we hope to keep safe from pain

-"The Space Between," Dave Matthews Band

They're meant to break up in a blaze of passion and pride and dramatics. Everyone expects it. Fiery Rose and cool, detached Scorpius- they were never meant to be together, and they were never meant to last.

Even they expect it, sometimes. When Rose is screaming at him, and he's sitting there, a mask of detachment carefully in place, they wonder how long they can keep this alive.

"Who were you with?" Rose hisses at him one night, her eyes bright and alive and beautiful.

Scorpius shrugs casually, not bothering to explain that the girl she saw him with last night was a Muggle shop girl who helped him pick out Rose's Christmas gift. "Saw you with Wood last night."

Rose's eyes are blazing so fiercely and her hair is so radiantly bright and she's so alive it could take Scorpius' breath away. "We had a thing last summer, you know that."

"I know," Scorpius says emotionlessly, carelessly.

Rose attempts a disinterested shrug. "He wanted to pick it back up again. Told me last night…in so many words."

She smirks at him and she's a God-awful liar, too passionate to be any good, and Scorpius knows she just wants him to show some feeling, act like he cares, but instead he just shrugs back at her, an identical smirk on his face.

"You bastard," Rose says tearfully, turning to leave, moving just slowly enough so Scorpius has a chance to grab her.

She falls effortlessly in his arms and Scorpius gently grazes her lips. She tilts her head up to meet him, her red curls cascading down her back, and all her firefirefire collides with his ice and they're combusting into something beautiful as they cling to each other so desperately.

"I love you," Rose breathes, her lips crashing into his. "You know that."

His fingers entwined in her hair, he steers her towards the waiting bed. "I know."

Rose latches onto his neck as they drop onto the bed. "And you love me," she pants as she tugs at his jumper.

"I know," Scorpius repeats, helping her pull his jumper off and nipping playfully at her exposed collarbone. "I do."

"Say it," Rose demands, her shirt falling off and joining his on the floor, her pale skin meshing seamlessly with his.

"I love Rose Weasley," Scorpius declares, his cocky smile lighting up his face, and Rose laughs and tugs him down to her.

And there's no need to mention what just happened, because they're fire and ice, and they'll never ever really work, but maybe tonight they can keep this spark alive.