Of Roses and Scorpions

Rose Weasley sat at the back of the Hogwarts Library. Her hair, usually down and all over the place, was tied back behind her head, and glasses were perched precariously on her nose. She had five books in front of her, all notes from her seventh year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Rose, are you still studying?"

She gave a snort of derision, and rolled her eyes. "Of course I am, Scorpius. I actually want to pass my NEWTS."

Scorpius huffed as he plopped down in the seat next to her, his elbow leaning on the desk, and his cheek rested on his fist as he leered at her from under his blonde fringe. "You are by far the smartest student in this school, you can pass those NEWTS without batting an eye."

"You flatter me," Rose said as her face turned a lovely shade of red.

"Hardly," Scorpius whispered. He reached over and lightly touched her face, pushing away a strand of hair that had released itself from the confines of her scrunchie.

"S-Scorpius, what are you doing?" She asked softly, her wide eyes being magnified by her eyeglass lenses.

"Rose, for so many years you have been a good friend to me. It didn't matter to you that I was a Slytherin and you were a Gryffindor, you didn't care. Even when everyone teased you, you stayed by my side no matter what. You are my best friend and there is something important I would like to ask you."
Rose pursed her lips and leaned back a bit, "what would that be?"

Scorpius' gray eyes flashed when he noticed her sudden change in behavior. "Would you do me the honour of going out with me?"

"Why?" She asked, her voice full of suspicion.

"Because," he said his eyes boring into hers. "I put myself and my pride on the line, something Malfoy's never do I might add, to ask my best friend out. The very least you could do was say yes."

Rose snorted shaking her head, her hair falling down her shoulders and into her face. "Well since you put it like that I suppose I will just have to say yes."

Scorpius' eyes brightened, "really?"

Rose smiled brightly and nodded, "really. But there is one catch."

Scorpius' expression fell as he looked at her wearily, "what?"

She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, "under no circumstances are we going to Madam Puddifoots."

Finite

AN: I loved writing this one too!

Buns :3

2 Jan,2012