DARE: Write a romantic Scorpius/Rose. Given to me by isaacwolfsbane


Scorpius slumped in his chair, dreading the letter he was going to have to write home. He had been sorted into Gryffindor. Oh, Merlin, his parents would be disappointed. More so his mum, but his dad was secretly hoping his son would be a Slytherin, too; Scorpius just knew.

"Hi!" A chirpy voice addressed him, and he felt himself squeezed between two warm bodies. Glancing first to his right, then to his left, he found himself sandwiched between an auburn haired girl and raven haired boy.

Oh. Of course. The Potter-Weasley clan would all be in Gryffindor. Oh joy.

"Hi.." he said, unsure of how he was to respond. His father had told him to be polite to everyone, to not judge, and to not trust any of the Potter-Weasleys. He wasn't sure what his father would've wanted him to do in this situation. So he decided to introduce himself. That was polite, right?

"I'm Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy," he added. The girl laughed.

"We know who you are. It's why we're over here," she said, smiling. The boy was grinning, too.

"Wait... I've never met you. How do you know me? I know you because you're famous, but my family's been lying low ever since the war. You shouldn't know who I am," he said, suspicion creeping into his voice.

"Uncle Ron pointed you out to us at the platform," Albus started.

"Yea, he told me to beat you at everything and not to be friends with you," Rose added, completely nonchalant.

Now Scorpius was really confused. "Um...If you aren't allowed to be friends with me... Why are you here?"

Rose grinned. "Just because I'm not allowed, doesn't mean I'm actually going to listen to my dad. He isn't always right, and I think it's time I made some decisions for myself. For instance, I need to decide who my friends are. So I've got a proposition for you: would you like to be our best friend?"

Scorpius sat, thinking it over. He admired his frankness. And... Well, she made a fair point. His father was wary of the Potter-Weasleys because of all the animosity between him and Harry, but that should have no affect on Scorpius' relationship with the family. He wasn't his father.

Grinning, he shook the hand Rose had offered. "Gladly," he said.


Seven years had passed since that fateful day, and now Scorpius found himself Head Boy, with none other than Rose Weasley as his Head Girl. While Rose had disobeyed Ron Weasley on the friend's point, she had taken it into her stubborn mind to beat him at everything she could. Thus the races had begun, and it had ended with the two of them at the top of their class as Head Boy and Head Girl.

He was lounging on his bed, thinking of Rose, as usual, when the devil herself entered their common room downstairs and stomped up the stairs to her dorm, slamming the door after her.

Oh no, Scorpius thought. This can't be good. He exited his own room and walked down the hall towards hers. He knocked on the door (the wards wouldn't let him any farther than her door without her permission) and waited.

"Go away, Scorpius!" He heard her cry. Her words were broken with tears.

"You know I can't do that. You're crying. What's wrong, love?" He called back.

She opened the door, revealing her tearful face. "My father just wrote to me. He was very angry about the fact that you're the other Head. He said that if anything happened he would ground me for the entire summer and never let me see you again!" She broke into a fresh wave of tears.

"Hey, hey, Rose. It's ok. Remember what you told me in first year? You said you're dad isn't always right. It's your life; you decide what happens. 'Sides, you're seventeen, he really can't do anything to you. If he tries locking you up, Al and I will come break you out. You can stay with me; my parents love you," he said, grinning. He could already imagine that already. The perfect life: Rose and him wandering the grounds of Malfoy Manor, just being together...

Well, he would be able to see it if he actually worked up the courage to ask her out.

She stopped crying, and now she looked at him with a new look in her eye, one that he'd only seen right before she did something completely stupid.

"You're right, Scor," she said. "It's time to make some decisions by myself."

His next question-What do you mean?- was trapped between their lips as Rose stood on her tiptoes and kissed him for all he was worth.