Author's Note: Round 1 of the OTP AU! Challenge! I really truly hope you will enjoy it!
Prompt: "It's too hot and too full in the tube and we stand too close together but oh you smell so heavenly and now I can't get you out of my mind AU"
Warning: A bit of strong language, if you hadn't noticed it.
Disclaimer: I don't even own the AU! idea 0.0
Late
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Rose chanted to herself timing the words to match every step as she raced down the narrow stairwell that would lead to the Piccadilly line tube. She was in a right panic because she was running late and it wasn't easy to navigate the steep steps in her smart court shoes.
The familiar gust of wind that signalled the arrival of the tube flew up the narrow passage towards her sending her already messy hair flying. The breaks began to screech and Rose urged her little legs to move faster, she really couldn't afford to miss this tube, she didn't have the 10 minutes until the next one.
The mass of chatter rose as Rose reached the bottom of the stairs and she could see all the people flooding off the tube. A hiss of air signalled the release of pressure that meant the door was about to close when Rose, elbows out, battled her way through the throng of morning commuters and threw herself at the ever narrowing doorway.
It was pretty touch and go for a second as one foot landed firmly inside the carriage and the other teetered dangerously on the edge of the tube. Horrific images of mangled ankles filled Rose's mind as the door hissed shut but at the last second she was saved.
She felt, rather than saw, a large hand close around her upper arm and before she really knew what was happening she was being yanked out of the doorway. Her legs had turned to jelly at the prospect of being crushed and instead of being pulled straight forward and landing firmly on her feet Rose fell instead head first straight into the chest of her saviour. The rather broad, firm chest of her saviour.
She looked up, vaguely registering the clanging of the tube door behind her, and the first things she saw were the most interesting eyes she had ever seen. They were such a light shade of grey that they were almost white and would have melded in with the rest of his eye if it hadn't been for the ring of darker grey that surrounded the edge of his iris. She flicked her eyes over the rest of his face, taking in the high cheekbones, pale skin, and delicious looking mouth, before returning her eyes to his.
He was still staring at her. Rose felt herself flush, the cursed Weasley flush, across her whole face and right up to the tip of her ears and began to wonder if it was just her or if it was getting rather hot on this tube. She pulled away feeling rather embarrassed at being shown not only as a complete klutz but also as a rather creepy little person who stared.
"Thank you," she murmured not making eye contact but smiling slightly to show that her thanks was genuine.
"You're welcome," he returned and Rose felt herself grow even warmer. His voice was so soft, but it held an edge. He was no push over. Trying to be subtle Rose looked up at him again through her eyelashes but immediately dropped her eyes. The mysterious man was still staring at her but he looked thoroughly amused, Rose wanted the ground to just open up and swallow her whole.
X
When Scorpius was headed to work the next morning he surprised himself. Instead of getting on the District Line from Earl's Court to Westminster like he did every morning he found himself rushing for the earlier train on the Piccadilly line.
It was stupid, he thought as the train pulled into the South Kensington station, the petite red head from yesterday probably wouldn't be there but he couldn't help the strange butterflies that filled his stomach as they flew into the station. He sounded rather creepy but when she had been pressed up against him the other day her perfume had contained just a hint of lavender and it was a smell he just couldn't get out of his head.
The train slowed and the blurred figures became more distinguishable as people. The breaks squealed, the train slowed, and there she was. Her blue eyes flickered wildly from side to side still looking completely panicked even though she was on the platform on time this morning.
The doors hissed open and Scorpius stood tall as the flood of morning commuters jostled about him headed for the doors. There was a pause before the people waiting on the platform began the battle inwards and Scorpius positioned himself so that seconds later he as stood next to the pretty little redhead.
"I see you managed better this morning," he teased smirking down at her. It amused him greatly when she jumped slightly looking up at him with wide eyes. The blush that had displayed her embarrassment yesterday crept up her cheeks and he found that it only made her prettier.
She stuttered and coughed trying to come up with some sort of witty return but eventually just settled on a quiet "yes, thank you."
Scorpius could see that she wasn't normally this demure, it was obvious as she elbowed her way off the tube a few stops later taking absolutely no prisoners. Scorpius was determined to get her name if nothing else and dinner next Friday night if he could possibly manage it. He began to think of possible chat up lines as he got off at Piccadilly Circus and hurried towards the Jubilee line to get to Westminster.
X
Over the next week Scorpius made sure to be in the same spot every morning and he used more and more of his time to get to know this mysterious girl who had tumbled into him on the tube. He was lucky that the delays on the District line that fateful Monday morning had forced him onto the Piccadilly line.
He found out that her name was Rose Weasley and that she came from a rather large family. Her father had 6 siblings and consequently she had an abundance of cousins so he could not remember all of their names.
They began to make their own jokes and instead of being awkward and uncomfortable when the busy throng of London pressed them into one another it made the butterflies in Scorpius's stomach flip in excitement and Rose blushed a delightful shade of pink.
More than once he wanted to lean down and kiss her right then and there, but before he got the chance the train jerked and they swayed away from each other once more.
As he watched Rose get off the train and get swept up in conversation with another young man as she left the platform that if he didn't act quickly he mightn't have the chance to act at all.
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