I finally found a couple I like as much as Clary and Jace from Mortal Instruments! Scorpius and Rose are such a great pair because you can do whatever you want with their story. All we have to go on are their looks and the fact that Rose is smart. When their dad's told them to stay away from each other, it was like sealing their fates. How could they not be together after that?
Chapter 1: I Don't Do Redheads
"Aww, it's so cute!" my cousin Lily exclaimed, ignoring my protests. She put her gushing on pause to start eating her breakfast. We were in the Great Hall, a noisy crowded place. I could only hope no one had heard our discussion.
"What's so cute?" my other cousin Dominique wanted to know. So much for the hope that no one had heard.
"Well," Lily leaned over conspiratorially, some of her bright red hair falling into her face. "You know how Rose l-"
"Lily!"
"What? I was about to tell Dominique how-"
"I need to talk to you," I hissed at her. She frowned in confusion. "Over there!" I jerked my finger towards the other side of the great hall. "Sorry, Dominique." I apologized to my third-year cousin before pulling Lily after me.
"What was that for?" Lily demanded. She adjusted her Gryffindor robes and patted down her hair. She was only a fifth year, and at fifteen, she already seemed obsessed with boys and her appearance. I was a year older, but Lily had dated many more boys than I had.
"You can't tell anybody! I told you a secret expecting that you would keep it!" My voice rose louder than I meant it to and I could see the Hufflepuffs at a table nearby begin to stare. "Surely you can do that, Lily!"
"Dominique wouldn't tell anyone." Lily reasoned. It was a family rule that the Weasleys looked after one another. Even if, like Lily, you weren't technically a Weasley. Potters counted too. "And besides, I think you should tell him. What if he likes you too, Rose?"
"He doesn't." I insisted. I was beginning to regret telling her in the first place.
"You don't know that." She reminded me.
"Yes, I do." I insisted again. "Scorpius Malfoy does not and will never like me."
Momentarily distracted, her gaze shifted over my shoulder. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and smiled at someone behind me. I turned to see that Lysander Scamander, her boy toy of the week waving at her. "Lily?" I asked trying to return her attention to the matter at hand.
"You have no proof, Rose." Lily sighed, tiring of our argument.
"Actually…" I trailed off after noticing that I had managed to get her attention back.
"He said something?" Lily's green eyes widened in surprise. She had been so sure that he liked me. For someone with such a blasé attitude in her own relationships, Lily Potter was a quite the romantic when it came to happy endings. "Oh, I so sorry Rose. What did he say?"
"Nothing much," I frowned, looking down at my feet, not wanting to meet her eyes. I pulled on a piece of my red hair nervously. I had never admitted to anyone what I had heard Scorpius say.
"He had to have said something to get you so worked up like this." Lily pointed out, ever the logical one.
"He only said that he didn't do redheads." I admitted. Holding the piece of hair to show her the undeniable fact that I was a redhead. Not that she didn't already know, having inherited the Weasley red hair herself.
Lily frowned, looking puzzled. "Did he say that to you?"
"No." I went back to pulling at the strand of hair, not caring to elaborate further.
Lily looked at me expectantly. When I didn't say anything, she said, "Well, will you at least tell me how you heard him say it?"
"Fine," I grumbled. I didn't really want to admit that I had been eavesdropping. "I heard him telling Albus that he didn't do redheads."
"Redheads?" She asked as if she hadn't heard me say it twice now. "He might as well just have said he didn't do Weasleys. It's not like there are any other redheads at Hogwarts. Well, except for that Patil girl. Though I have no idea how she ended up with hair like that when most of her family is Indian. Oh, and Fin-"
"Lily!" I interrupted her for at least the fourth time today. "The point is that he doesn't and never will like me. We can discuss it all day, but it won't change a thing."
I turned on my heel and marched off. "Rosie!" Lily called after me. I knew she was worried not only by her tone of voice but because of the annoying pet name. Most of my cousins had let the nickname go, but when they were worried about me, it sometimes slipped out.
I didn't turn around. In fact, I walked faster. I was trying to get as far away from the subject as possible. If that meant avoiding Lily and… him for a few days then I would. It was too bad that Gryffindor and Slytherin were paired together for most classes. The professors claimed we were put together to end the long-time feud between the two houses, but they had gone to school here. They knew that wouldn't happen. Al and I figured they put us together because they like to watch us fight.
The only Gryffindors and Slytherins that didn't fight were Albus and Scorpius. They had defeated centuries of feuding in one short bus ride before we even got to Hogwarts. They had been best mates for six years now. Their friendship was also one of the reasons I hung around Al so often, though I'd never tell him that.
As I got further from the Great Hall, there we less people to see me hurrying like mad and that only made me go faster. I was going so fast that when I turned a corner, I ran into someone. "Where are you off to in such a rush? The library isn't going to run out of books, Rose." He said jokingly. He bent down to help me pick up my books and I met his green eyes. Green? I know what everyone is thinking. They were expecting these eyes to be grey. No, this wasn't Scorpius.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you're not funny, Al?" I asked rhetorically.
He answered anyway. "At least one more. Like always, Rosie." Albus was one of two cousins that had never stopped calling me Rosie. The other was Victoire who always looked at me as the little girl she used to dress up like a doll.
Besides the two of them, the only person I ever allowed to call me Rosie was…
"Well, I happen to find you quite funny, mate," said another voice consolingly. "Rose just doesn't get your sense of humor, do you Rosie?"
My hand froze in the process of picking up my quill. Now that was definitely the smooth, slick voice of Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. I lifted my eyes nervously to meet his. My blue eyes met his grey ones for only a second before they flicked back down to my things which I hurriedly scooped into a large pile and shoved into my bag. "Actually, I left my Dark Arts essay in my room and Professor Pumblechuck will have a conniption if I don't have it."
"Did you hear that?" Albus asked Scorpius disbelievingly. "Rose forgot an essay! Do you have fever, Rose?"
Scorpius laughed. "I don't think Pumblechuck will be the one going into fits if you don't hand it in," he told me. "After all, you are his favorite student."
"Yes, well." I said awkwardly looking for an opening to escape. "I really must be getting that essay now." I bid adieu to the boys easily enough. It wasn't until I got safely down the next hall that I realized the stairway to the Gryffindor common room was two floors above me on an entirely different hall. My Defense Against the Dark Arts class, however, was on this floor only one hall away. I went there instead.
The first thing I noticed upon walking into the room was that the room was almost empty. I would have been fine with this if it was not for the second thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was that the one other person in the room was someone I had planned to spend the next week or so avoiding. I just couldn't seem to shake him.
"Hello, Rosie." He cocked his head to the side, taking in my Red and Gold trimmed Gryffindor robes and my bright red wild, bushy hair. His gaze lingered on my lips, something it had never done before. "Aren't you supposed to be in one of the highest towers of Hogwarts by now, on your way to the Gryffindor common room?" He inquired, his lovely voice distracting me from the question.
"What? Oh. I found the essay in my bag." I pulled it out to prove it to him. I went to sit in my usual seat but stopped when I realized he was sitting on the table with his feet propped against my chair.
"If I didn't know better, dearest Rose, I would say that you were avoiding me." He said it seriously but he obviously couldn't help the smirk that slid over his features. It was the smirk. The famous Malfoy smirk. It melted my insides the same way it did every girl he sent it to. It was slightly condescending but that only made him all the more handsome. "And we can't have that, now can we?"
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I asked. I was determined not to be goaded into playing whatever game it was that he had in mind.
"You know what I want, Rosie." He sounded very satisfied with himself and the smirk was widening.
I pretended to think about it. "Hmmm…" I said thoughtfully. "No, not really. I don't like games Malfoy. Especially not the cat and mouse kind that you find so amusing."
"You really don't know?" He asked curiously. His smirk slipped into a puzzled expression. "I always thought it was obvious."
"Would you please move your feet, Malfoy?" I asked as he stared at me thoughtfully. "And I haven't the foggiest idea as to what you're on about, so I would be pleased if you would stop spouting nonsense."
"My name is Scorpius." He blurted randomly.
"What?"
"My name is Scorpius." He repeated. "You called me Malfoy."
"I know that." I snapped. I had spent the better part of the last four years trailing after him. Of course I knew his name. "You must be daft if you think-"
"Say it."
"Say what? Scorpius you're beginning to scare me." I was looking at him closely now, searching for any signs of a spell gone amok or a hex that would scramble his brains.
"Say it again." He ordered imperiously. As a Malfoy, he was used to that tone being obeyed without question. But I had never really been one to take orders from fellow students.
"No thanks." I replied. I really wasn't even certain what he wanted me to say.
"Come on, Rosie." He whined. His hand went to his forehead to brush through his pale blonde hair and I tried very hard not to drool. I was so distracted by that simple action that I almost missed what he said next. "Just say my name one more time. I love the way it sounds coming from your lips." I blinked at him in confusion, snapping out of his spell.
"What," I demanded loudly, "did you just say? I could have sworn I heard Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy say that-"
"See?" He said happily. "It wasn't that hard." It was only then that he noticed the look of complete confusion on my face. "What?" he asked, trying to figure out what was wrong.
"That is exactly what I was going to ask. What the heck is going on, Scor? Why are you acting so strange?" I hadn't meant for the nickname to slip out.
He looked into my eyes, searching for something unknown to me. "Merlin's beard." He murmured under his breath. "You really don't know."
I closed my eyes and let out a breath. I tried and failed not to clench my teeth. "Will you please tell me what's going on? If you don't, I swear I will hex that blonde hair you're so in love with and turn it pink. And I'll be sure to hex your eyebrows to match."
"Aren't you supposed to be the brightest witch in our year?" asked Scorpius, the smirk returning to his beautiful face. "I should have thought someone as bright as you would have some clue as to what was going on."
"This isn't funny, Malfoy." I snapped. I pulled my wand from my sleeve and took a couple steps closer to him until we were face to face.
"Au contraire, my dear Rose." He laughed. "I find it right funny."
"Lokhutri-" I pointed my wand at him, waving it at the correct moments only to be interrupted by his quiet voice. "Rose."
"What?" I glared at him.
"Since you haven't figured it out yet, I guess I have to tell you." I continued to glare at him. I was thoroughly tired of whatever game we were playing. "When you heard me say that I didn't like redheads-"
"Didn't do redheads," I corrected.
"Same difference." He retorted. "Anyway, when you overheard Albus and me talking, we were talking about your cousin Lucy."
"Great. That's just what I wanted to hear. Thanks for clearing that little matter up, Malfoy." I had lowered my wand at this point and was mulling this over. The fact that they were talking about Lucy did nothing to change the truth in the statement.
"Let me finish," Malfoy ordered sharply. This time, I decided to obey. He ran his fingers through his white-blonde hair again, mussing it even more than it had been before. He looked so adorably disheveled. "What I was trying to say was that I didn't want any of those redheads." I went to interrupt, but he cut me off. "Stuff it, Rose and let me talk. I didn't want any of those redheads," he continued. "Or blondes or brunettes for that matter. I didn't want any of them…" he trailed off, suddenly unsure. A light went on in my brain as I began to see where this was going.
He closed his eyes and opened them to look directly into mine before proceeding. "I didn't want any of them." He told me again. "Because I was so busy wanting you." I found that I couldn't restrain myself for another second. My wand clattered to the floor as I launched myself at Scorpius, almost knocking him off of the table.
He stood and wrapped his arms around me, furrowing his fingers through my bright red hair. "So you see, Rosie, I don't like redheads. I don't want them. I only want you."
That was the possibly sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face down to mine. When our lips met, I pulled him closer as I enjoyed the feel of kissing Scorpius Malfoy, the boy of my dreams, for the very first time.
I didn't realize until we came up for air that we had an audience. My face turned red as many of our onlookers broke in to a chorus of cheers and hoots. Boys called out taunts and cheers. Most of the girls in the room were giving me jealous looks. None of them had ever had their boyfriend publicly confess something like that.
I spotted Albus standing nearby and asked, "How long have they been there?"
He laughed. He didn't look at all surprised to see the possessive way that Scorpius was holding onto me. "Long enough to hear Scorp's "I Don't Do Redheads' speech. Which, may I add, was quite moving." He pretended to dab a tear from the corner of his eye. Everyone went to take their seats, most of them still staring interestedly at Scorpius . He had his arms wrapped around me and didn't look as if he planned to let go any time soon.
"Give it up, mate." Scorpius told Albus. "Even I have to admit that one wasn't funny."
"Speaking of not funny things…" I frowned as a thought suddenly occurred to me. "How did you even know that I overheard you saying that anyway?"
"Does it matter?" He inquired, looking slightly uncomfortable.
Albus backed away. "Well, I'll be going now."
"Scorpius. Even though I'll have to deal with your whining about it, I'm still not afraid to turn your hair pink." I gave him an upset girlfriend look picking up my wand from the floor and aiming it at him.
"Fine." He pretended to scowl. "I overheard Lily tell Albus that their plan wasn't working."
"Plan?" I inquired. He nodded. Those lying, sneaking cousins of mine. If I didn't love them so much, I was worried I might kill them. From across the room, Albus smiled innocently at me. I gave him a glare, and his innocent smile quickly faded.
Just then, Professor Pumblechuck strolled into class and called for us to take our seats. "There's just one more thing." Scorpius whispered in my ear as Pumblechuck began talking.
"Lily kept muttering something under her breath. She kept saying, 'It's so cute' over and over again. I don't think she meant to, but since she muttered your name after that, I figured you might know what it meant." I felt my face flush for the second time that morning. "Ah," he smirked. "So you do know."
I thought about denying it for a minute, but quickly threw that plan out the window. If I didn't tell him, Lily would mention it soon enough. "You know how when two people get together, sometimes people refer to them by a couple name?" I asked. "It especially happens with celebrities." He nodded, still looking confused. "Well, Lily happens to think ours is very cute."
I loved the smile that spread over his face as he comprehended what I was saying. "Couple name? So we have one? What is it?"
"Mr. Malfoy!" Pumblechuck interrupted. "I'll thank you to talk to your girlfriend on your own time." The tips of Scorpius's ears turned pink and I felt my whole face flush. "No, I didn't miss your big scene, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Weasley. You're just lucky I haven't given either of you a detention."
"Yes, Professor," we both muttered.
Pumblechuck went back to teaching and Scorpius pretended to take notes, moving his hand under the table to catch mine every now and then. When everyone had finally turned their eyes back to the teacher, I leaned against his shoulder and whispered, "Rose and Scorpius together makes Rosius."
"Very cute," he agreed. He put his arm around me and gently stroked my hair. "We should name our kid that." My eyes widened with alarm. "Kidding, Rosie." He chuckled softly. "Just kidding."
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