A/N: for the January 31st 'prompts oh prompts'.
Lucy Weasley was ever the noticeable girl, with her light auburn hair that gleamed in the sun and her voice that surprisingly boomed across any room when she felt like projecting her voice. Dainty and built like a pixie, with thin limbs and hair that was normally cut short, she was definitely what one would call 'beautiful' in the most traditional use of the world. What many people didn't know was that Lucy wanted nothing more than to fade into the background. She didn't want to be forgotten, though, that would be something unfortunate. What Lucy truly desired was the idea of less spotlight constantly shining on her.
Scorpius Malfoy was ever the quiet boy, with his dirty blond hair acting as camouflage that looked golden in the sunlight and his voice was only heard when he said something scathingly sarcastic. Angular and built like a slim, bony tree, with an average body which wasn't too scrawny but not too muscular and average limbs and hair that grew all too fast, he was considered on the more attractive side of average most days. What many people didn't know was that he was rather content with his social standing. People vaguely knew his name (if not because people made effort to be friendly with him but because his name was so weird), and he had his friends that quite enjoyed his wit, even if it left painful scars because of the harshness. Life tended to treat him well.
When a force like Lucy, popular and pretty and loud and boisterous, collided with a force like Scorpius, quiet and sarcastic and average looking and subdued, things became strange.
"I want to learn your ways," Lucy stated incredulously one afternoon under the bright blue sky, casually laying next to Scorpius who was watching for interesting shaped clouds.
"Well, cloud watching is quite easy-"
"…Scorpius, that isn't what I meant."
"What did you mean?"
"How are you so content with being…average?" Scorpius had many options for how he could respond to the disgust in her voice. He could slide next to her and question why it was so terrible to be average. But then he remembered that he was talking to Lucy, the definition of 'extraordinary', so he tries to think of an explanation that would soothe her without sounding condescending.
"Let's get up, walk towards the nearest door and discuss this over lunch," Scorpius said, hoisting himself up from the ground then helping Lucy up so they could eat.
"Why do you want to be average anyway?" He asked, staring at her with curious eyes.
"I want people to think of me as a person, as Lucy Weasley the caring friend and not some loud beautiful pixie too pretty to even exist outside some boy's fantasy." Scorpius, if he wasn't determined to help her before, was thoroughly convinced now.
"I-I'm not really sure how to help you become 'average'," Scorpius explained, carefully picking his words so he wouldn't hurt Lucy's feelings by breaking his mental promise to help her out, "but we can still be friends, right?" Lucy brightened with pure joy and linked arms.
Look out Hogwarts, thought Scorpius, here comes Lucy and Scorpius, ready to cause trouble!
A/N: The ending is abrupt, but I hope the quality of the fic makes up for it.