AN: I really have no idea how I came up with this. But please read and review. Also, if enough people tell me that it would be brilliant in a long story, I am prepared to write one. Please enjoy!
"Score! Slow down!" Rose Weasley called to her boyfriend, Scorpius Malfoy. He looked over his shoulder at her and grinned.
"Am I going too fast? Maybe you'll just have to speed up." He yelled and he started going even faster. His broom soared between the goalposts and Rose followed behind. She tried to cut him off but he flew off to the other end of the pitch.
"Come on! We're supposed to be practising!" She said, frusterated. He stopped in mid air as she came up beside him.
"Okay, so let's pretend that I am the other Seeker and I have a faster broom but you still have to get in front of me and get the Snitch. Then, you're practising." He suggested and sped off again. Rose sighed.
"Scorpius! Get back here!" She called but she still started after him. They sped around the pitch until finally, 23 minutes later Rose caught up with him.
"Finally." He said. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Just kidding, you did great." They landed on the ground and Score put his arm around her. "Let's go. If we hurry we might be able to get the tail end of dinner."
"Yeah, okay. But you didn't do any keeping, Mister Keeper." She accused him. He shrugged.
"You didn't do very much seeking." He pointed out. She rolled her eyes.
"Okay, you-" Rose fell silent. There, coming out of the castle doors were her cousins and brother. She hadn't really been speaking to them for years. Sometimes she missed them but then one of them would say something rude to her and she didn't feel like making up anymore. All because she was in Slytherin. Score narrowed his eyes at them and drew Rose closer to him protectively. When they drew close enough to hear he spoke.
"What do you want?" He said rudely. Lily and Hugo looked a little uncomfortable but Albus had a look of pure hate on his face.
"We're going to practise. We have to beat you, don't we?" Albus said, gesturing to the broomsticks that they held in their arms. The last Quidditch game of the season was coming up, Slytherin versus Gryffindor.
"Well, go do that then. Don't hang around us." Score said disdainfully. Albus smirked.
"Gladly. Come on, guys. We don't hang around with purebloods." He said and pushed past his cousin and onto the Quidditch pitch. Lily shot rose a sympathetic look to Rose but did not say anything.
"He called me a pureblood." Rose said, disbelieving. Over the years pureblood had came to mean an evil person, because of how most of the purebloods acted during the War. "He called me a pureblood. Al used to be my best friend and now he hates me." She said dejectedly and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. Score stroked her red hair.
"Hey, it's okay. In a few weeks, we're leaving Hogwarts and then you won't be in Slytherin anymore. You'll just be Rose." He said comfortingly. "He'll come around. And you'll always have me. Always."
Rose looked up into his eyes. "Always?"
"Always." He said gently and he kissed her tenderly. By this time they were at the doors to the Great Hall. "Just hold your head high and everything will be fine."
Rose smiled. "Okay." And together they entered the Great Hall and walked past the Gryffindor table, to the Slytherin table. All the way, Rose held her head up high.