Characters / Pairing: Rose & Scorpius
Location: Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Headcanon: Rose read every Sunday morning by the Black Lake, and Scorpius always joined her with his own book - Scorpius often bought Rose muggle novels, always the prettiest he could find in old bookshops.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this piece of writing. Credit goes to J.K Rowling for her characters, and the person who submitted these headcanons.
Sunday Mornings.
If there was one day out of the entire week that was most anticipated in his agenda, it was Sunday - Friday coming in a close second. But nothing could quite compare to the Sunday mornings at the Black Lake that he'd grown to love. When the sun was just beginning to rise and mirrored by the waters surface, when the grounds were considerably empty and void of any disturbances, and where she sat with her back to a tree trunk with her knees drawn up and a book opened in her lap. Scorpius wasn't much of a sentimental young man. At only 16 - going on 17 this May, mind you - he didn't look much into things; he didn't think that such simple little things should matter as much as they did, but he wouldn't change these moments for the world. He wondered what these Sundays mornings would be like after they'd graduated from Hogwarts. It was a routine he had gotten so used to he couldn't remember what he had done before, something he wasn't ready to shake. But, they had the rest of this year and the next to determine their future and what else is held in store for them. He figured he would be busy, working as Potioneer and spend these Sunday mornings sleeping off a hangover caused by a previous night of relaxation with his mates from work, or his best friends of currently six years. Or maybe someone more.
Scorpius pulled a black and white flannel button-up over his tank top, the sleeves cuffed at the elbows and gathered a book from one of his drawers. White Fang, a 1906 Jack Landon muggle classic that he'd just started reading as per a Ravenclaw's recommendation. He hadn't a clue what it was about, because honestly he hadn't bothered to read the summary on the back, but he had finished his last novel the previous Sunday and was not going to show up empty handed. It wasn't a particularly long book, quite small really, but he doubted he'd finish it any time soon in the foreseeable future. He was a slow reader, if not a bit distracted. With one final glance at his sleeping roommates, Albus stirring underneath his blankets and the other two obscured by the curtains around their beds, the young blonde quietly exited the room, careful not to wake them. They wouldn't question where he'd gone when they awoke later that morning and he knew that for fact; they had long since gotten used to the idea of him disappearing every Sunday to spend it elsewhere. It took him a minimal amount of time to exit the Slytherin Dungeons, and even a shorter amount of time to reach Hogwarts grounds, the Black Lake just in his view. As expected, it was particularly empty this early in the morning. Book brushing against the fabric of his jeans he approached the very same tree he always had, his shows crunching against the fallen leaves of late Autumn and a noticeable chill in the air. It was nearing December now, in maybe less than a week; perhaps he should have brought a scarf along, or a worn a heavier shirt.
If she had heard him approach, she certainly didn't make any indication that she had. She was bundled in more sensible clothing than he was, looking as beautiful as ever and her back perched against the trunk of the tree, her knees brought up to support the novel pressed against her thighs. He recognized the bindings almost immediately; vastly different from the previous session, but familiar all the same. The pages edges were gilded, bound in a worn emerald leather with intricate vine patterns around the edges and the spine, decorating the title in beige. Plays of Sheridan, purchased by himself at an Antiquarian bookstore in muggle London as a birthday present that September - something he wouldn't have been able to collect if it hadn't been for her brother, who had made sure he didn't get lost. He sat down at a comfortable distance beside her, their shoulders hardly grazing on another's, and one leg stretched out whilst the other bent. He opened his own book to the first page, the text too small for him to see without squinting (he wouldn't admit it, but his eyesight perhaps wasn't the best), but his gaze lingered upon his companion beside him. And when she cast that knowingly familiar glance at him in return, a delicate smile gracing pink lips, Scorpius momentarily forgot how to breathe.
Her eyes were like diamonds, he decided.
Breathtaking and beautiful and strong, though stimulating as weak, like a friable wilting flower. Perhaps it was not just her eyes that portrayed this eerie resemblance, but her demeanor, herself. A simple jewel to describe the persona and appearance of a girl seemed perchance a tad far-fetched, but the other analogy's given were cliché and overused and this bird in particular was everything but unoriginal. A rose with thorns, a firecracker, or, the chastest of them all, a sass queen. The lack of creative existence in the minds of his peers was bewildering and disrespectful for a girl that should be displayed high upon a pedestal. A diamond - the perfect equivalence. There was however, just one flaw of his analytical comparison. As any gemstone, the diamond drew in the attention of others and, should it have human qualities, he did not doubt that it would crave for it off of others like a vulture would prey. His diamond (he may have been a little possessive, though she certainly did not belong to him) was not even close to attention-seeking. For the years he had known her he had grown to understand that, no matter what another person would say, her mind was her own worst enemy. She had conjured this illustration of who she was supposed to be, what she should look like, and picked at herself because she was just simply "not enough." It pained him and others that cared for her to hear her say she was not beautiful enough or skinny enough, or smart enough - because she was all those things. She was gorgeous, as light as a feather, and bloody brilliant (admittedly however, a touch lazy with her academics) and everyone knew it but her. So no, perhaps diamonds were not quite the perfect correlation.
Rose Weasley was a walking, breathing symbol of tasteful perfection and Scorpius Malfoy could not have her.
Essentially, his diamond was the forbidden fruit loitering in his life. Or maybe it was he that was considered taboo in the eyes of her father, because he remembered his had nearly cried with joy and pride when he was informed of his friendship with her, along with his companionship with Albus Potter, where hers had yelled and screamed just as he had when he discovered she was a Slytherin. It worked both ways, he supposed. Their relationship as 'best friends' had seemingly prohibited him from expressing his long developed feelings for her, because he knew quite well that he was far out of her league and she would never see him as more than just that. Though, admittedly, he didn't know for sure; he had neither confronted her or another aside from Albus, who was a little biased on the situation considering she was his cousin, to confirm it. Like if he had the chance itself would ruin the very core of the relationship they already had just by being spoken aloud. He lusted after her, and his uncanny inability to see right through her frustrated him simply because he could not tell if she was doing the same to him.
He just wished he had someone other than her cousin to talk about this too, but it seemed to him like he had no other option. Little Lily was one; albeit she was two years younger than them, as he had caught her casting knowing smiles in his direction whenever he and Rose were left alone together - but he feared that if he had actually confronted her about it, she'd run off and tell her older brother, who'd tell Fred and Louis and Roxanne, who'd tell Hugo and Scorpius would be left in the hospital wing for weeks for fancying their cousin and sister. If it was anything he didn't want, it was James and the rest of the Weasley boys, who had taken less kindly to him than his best friends and their other older cousins. It wasn't a general hate, that much he knew for he'd never had any negative experiences with any of them. Boys will be boys after all, chasing off any male suitor they didn't see fit for their sister and/or cousin - which was surely, all, unless they'd chosen him upon mutual agreement. Scorpius understood. He knew what guys were like at this age, Hell he was one, and he knew the Weasley's were rightfully over protective. But that didn't make him any less afraid. He'd talk about it with his parents, but all his mum would do is gush and his father was never good at discussing any type of emotion even if he was reading off dialogue from a notecard. So he was left with Albus, conflicted Albus who wanted them to get together but disliked the idea of him getting physical with her, and who didn't say much of anything that helped him.
"Are you going to sit there staring at me for the rest of the morning or are you going to read?" Rose's voice seized him immediately from his reverie, her eyes cast upon the pages of the book he had gotten her but a delicate eyebrow raised in indifference. Upon the realization that he'd been staring at her, Scorpius's ears flushed red in embarrassment as he tore his gaze away from her abruptly, hardly managing to successfully stammer an unexpected apology on his behalf. The two Slytherin's settled in a prolonged and authentic silence then, the only noise having been the gentle lap of the lake's waters against the soil and the turning of pages, Scorpius succeeding in reading only one, full sentence before musing over his previous humiliation.
But, if he looked at her through the corner of his eye, he could notice how fastidiously pink her cheeks had gotten and although her eyes were on her book, the smile on her face told him that she wasn't reading either.
Hey everyone! That was kinda/sorta short, but I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! As you read in the summary, this will be a strictly headcanon-based fanfiction - basically a series of headcanons found at nineteen-yearslater (.tumblr), other headcanon sites or my own! These just happen to be ones I agree with, as I have a huge list of them that I'm going to be writing and posting sometime in the foreseeable future. None of these headcanons are mine unless I say otherwise, so I take no credit for them, just for the drabble! That said, if you would like to suggest a headcanon in mind to me, I will be more than happy to write it out for you so long it doesn't overlap any that I post - because these will all be related in one way or another, which is fine by the way I've chosen them. But if it does, we'll work out something! :) This will be loosely based around Scorpius, Albus and Rose, but don't worry I'll be adding others as well. Also, with classes starting up shortly for me, update times will vary!
Anyhow, now that that's out of the way, a review with your thoughts will be greatly appreciated! Any flames will be ignored. Thank you!
