Second Chances
(Rose and Scorpius)
Rose grimaced as the doorbell rang for the third time. Setting her coffee down on the floor beside the sofa, she got up and padded across her deserted flat to the door and yanked it open,
"What the hell are you doing here!?" she exclaimed attempting to sound like she couldn't care less that Scorpius Malfoy was standing on her door step, and hoping, no praying to whatever gods might be listening, that she could somehow manage to convince the prat that she was over him (which for the record she so, so, so wasn't).
"It's New Years Eve," he said, as if that explained anything.
"And?" she prompted
He smirked (and she resisted the urge to slap him), "And," he echoed suddenly serious, "New Year is a time for second chances, Rose," his silver eyes met her dark blue, "You once told me that in order to dance –properly- you need to find the right partner and, Godric Rose, I must have met a hundred girls this last year and… none of them were you."
It was her turn to smirk, "You're not so bad yourself, Malfoy," she teased, "If I believed in second chances you might just have one."
"Oh but you do Rose, remember," his eyes flashed with the thrill of the argument – the one thing that they'd always been so good at, "You said, away back in fourth year, that when it came to 'the one' it wouldn't matter how many fights and arguments you had with him, how many times you broke up or hurt each other. You said there would always be a second chance."
"And what makes you think you're that guy?"
He smiled, "The fact that you didn't slam the door in my face the moment you saw me."
Rose sighed, leaning against the wall and swinging the door back and forth in her hand, "I guess you'd better come in then," she said casually, and then, after a long pause, "I have a large stash of Jammy-Dodgers in the cupboard and they're not going to eat themselves."