Pair: ScorpiusRose
Prompt: 'reason'
she heaved a sigh, flipping her rose-red curls (they were almost a namesake) over her shoulder.
he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and she relaxed into his arms.
"what's wrong, rosie?" he asked her, concern flooding every aristocratic feature of the malfoy boy.
the spitfire weasley shrugged.
"don't know, scorp. something doesn't feel right," she murmured in reply.
he wrinkled his brow but thankfully let it drop, content with just standing there, his girl in his arms.
eventually rose disentangled herself from his arms and made to go, but was stopped by a hand around her wrist.
"whatever happens," said the boy, "you know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be."