This story will be a collection of one shots written by me. I have tried to gasp the characteristic of "Harry Potter and the cursed child" version of Scorpius and Rose. Hope you like it! As you know all characters belong to J.K Rowling! Please leave a review and tell me what you think and about situations you want them to face in the future!


1. Quidditch practice

I had to say that I was a completely genius. A mad and obsessed genius as Albus Severus Potter would have put it but a genius. The source of making Rose Granger-Weasley to like me was first to start a conversation that she could relate to and have opinions about. The question was, however, what would that subject be? I couldn't start a conversation I didn't know anything about and I couldn't know to much about it either. I had read everything I could find in the Hogwarts library about the art of conversation and my conclusion was that to keep the conversation interesting you had to learn from it. I knew that I didn't have anything in common with her at all with the exception of reading but to start a conversation in the library was like signing a death sentence. My plan was better and without any risk to get banned from the library. I was going to get interested in one of her interests.

I made it sound easy but hell to the no to the oh-no. The only things she did was to study magic and to play Quidditch. She wasn't just only good at them, she was like a goddess at them. I, who sucked at both magic and Quidditch, had to become a miracle to even understand the basics. I stared down at the ground that was a few meters below me. My grip was on the broomstick and I started slowly go up. I had started to go to the pitch before school everyday. Albus had joined me for company a few times but sleep became more inviting for him after two weeks. Was she worth not getting any sleep for? Absolutely, yes! Was she worth the pain in my limbs and get up from the ground for? Thousand times over, to eternity and beyond.

Was she worth getting killed for? I looked down. I wasn't only a few meters from the ground now. I was hundreds of meter from the ground within only seconds. No, I thought. She was worth it, of course, but to die in the process was not worth it. How was we then supposed to live happily ever after with a bunch of small red heads if I died before even kissing her? I mean, I was supposed to carry her over the doorstep to our house after our honeymoon. How could I do that if I was dead? I closed my eyes hard. I couldn't think about the future. I had to survive the present first.

"What are you doing?" Was I hearing voices now? Was I already dead? Rose Granger-Weasley voice made my heart skip a beat and I looked up. Her all-mighty fire red hair glowed as the sun rise from the horizon. Her brown eyes with a shine of gold looked at me surprised. She tilted her head and studied me. She had caught me off guard. I was totally in the worse scenario I could imagine and out of my comfort zone. I had to think fast but I couldn't think under pressure. I tried to relax to seem more laid back but I only got stiff.

"I'm practicing to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team. They just announced that they will choose new players and they can't miss the best, can they?" I got a bit surprised how calm my voice was. Oh yeah, that sounded cool and cooky. She looked at me with her left eyebrow raised a bit higher then the other. I totally exaggerated. She knew that I didn't was a raw talent like her. Wait, did my sentence make me sound too confident? Did she think that I sounded more like a doughbag (correction, douchebag) then a catch? I thought she liked that "bad boy"-look but maybe I was out on thin ice or... out on thin air. I felt like hitting myself with the broom.

"Which position?" What? Everything within me froze. Merlins beard, I hadn't thought that far. I mean, I really had been practicing for the Quidditch team because that meant that I could be near her but my training right now didn't go further than trying to control the stupid broomstick. I thanked myself for being a book-worm.

"Keeper. Yes! Keeper, you know because... I'm a keeper." That was probably the worst line I could say and I said it without even thinking. I really just wanted to push my face down in a pillow and scream. Maybe putting my head down in a pile of sand and hide from the rest of the world was more accurate but... what was I even saying? What could she even respond to that?! 'Oh, yes you are.' Like that would happen. I had to try save this conversation.

"I mean, I thought about being a keeper but seeker probably is more my thing becuase..." I really didn't know what to say but my that didn't stop me. "You're eyes are like the snitch." Wait. What? My voice carried on without my consent. "I thought about being a chaser, as you, because we would be goals together but yeah..." She kept staring at me and it looked like she didn't know what to do but then she broke of in a laughter. I looked embarrassed away but kept my eyes on her. Her freckled cheeks became a bit red. Wait, did I succeed to flirt with her? Did she finally fall for my Malfoy charm?

"I meant to say, what are you doing here when it's the Gryffindor Quidditch team that have scheduled the pitch?" Oh. I probably only saw what I wanted to see.
"Wait... you have? Oh.. then I need to leave, can't let them see my secret moves. I mean, when I make a move on you." I was the biggest dork that the Slytherin house had ever come across. I started to fly away from the court but I could still sense her eyes on me.
"You know. You have potential for being a good seeker. The way you let the air control you movement is impressing." I couldn't get anything to work out in my head. Did... did Rose Granger-Weasley just approve of me training for the Quidditch team? Did she say that I had potential for it?

"Do you often practice this early in the morning?" My head stood completely still and I turned around, forgetting that I was above the ground but the broom simply let me have this one.
"Yes." She nodded and looked another way where the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team were coming. Was she thinking about coming early to the pitch in the future? Was she thinking about training together with me?

"See you later, Scorpion king." She left me in the air and swished down to her mates. I had to regret what I thought. I didn't want to scream down in my pillow. I wanted to roll into a cinnamon roll and cry with happiness. Albus wouldn't believe me when I told him what had happened and to be honest, I didn't really believe it myself. I totally fangirled like an idiot and reached top speed on my new favorite thing in the whole world, my broomstick, as I went back to Hogwarts. The whole world needed to know that I finally had a whole conversation with the flawless Granger-Weasley and above all, that she complimated me, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.