A little bit of Rose/Scorpius fluff. Done while listening to an abundance of Darren Criss. Feel free to read/review/criticize/praise.
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Scorpius, believes that Rose is adorable when she's angry with him. The way her freckled nose scrunches when she's screaming, and how flushed her cheeks get as well. The fact that she can't seem to stop running her hands through her curly hair passionately. He dissolves into a blinking, drooling, mess while watching her.
"Scorp, are you even listening to me?" she growls, and her bright red locks bounce violently. He's shaken out of his daydream suddenly.
"Um, well sure yeah." He rolls back onto his heels, shoves his hands in his pockets, and stares at his trainers, waiting for the next explosion.
"I was saying, that I don't want to go home. But right now, I'd rather be there, than somewhere that my thoughts aren't appreciated." She spills these words so quickly, that Scorpius is rapidly confused.
He stares almost blankly at her. Rose, being much quicker than him, spins on her toes, and silently heads towards the door of his flat.
"Oh shit, Rosie." he catches her shoulder and turns her around, and for a good minute they stare at each other. Her teary blues against his soft greys. "Please stay. You don't have duty tomorrow, and we can spend the whole day watching muggle movies in bed."
She begins to consider this, and Scorpius can see the cogs moving in her brain.
"Well, it is rather frigid outside. And if I tried apparating right now, I'd probably splinch myself. Plus it's probably impossible to catch a cab, let alone one willing to take me to the other end of town." Rose muttered her excuses, as she rises on her toes to reach his lips. Her hand grazes the soft hairs on his cheek and begins to trace along his jaw line. When she gets to his sharp chin, he grabs her round the middle, and twirls her around.
Rose squeals with shock and amusement, then begins giggling, surely thrown into hysterics. He follows pursuit with planting a kiss, directly on the tip of her nose.
Momentarily suspended in each other's arms, Scorpius whispers in Rose's ear, "Now, I do have a fireplace, if you think it's all that frigid."
"Well, why hadn't I thought of that." She murmurs back, feeding her hand though his ice blond hair.
"I love you, Weasley."
"Shut up, Malfoy."