This is a collection of drabbles/one-shots that I am submitting for The Alphabet Challenge on the HPFC forum. :) It tells the tale of how Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy fell for each other, told from his point of view. Enjoy!
"Watch it, Weasley."
I push by her, not bothering to help pick up the book I make her drop. I hear her scoff behind me, but she doesn't say anything. Why does she never say anything back? I've taunted her since the day we met, and sure, on a few occasions she's responded with a witty comeback, but now she seems to be tired of it. If I have to be honest with myself, I'm tired of it too. My father's told me about the Weasleys, has relayed countless stories about how he used to bully them back when they were in school. The funny part is that the way he tells it makes it sound like they simply poked fun at each other, but I know better. The way she looks at me… well, it's not hard to tell what her parents have told her about my family. I'm sure they've told her to 'steer clear of the Malfoy boy', or that 'the apple doesn't fall far from the tree'.
But I suppose it doesn't matter. We've known each other for years and not a kind word has been uttered between us. As much as I want to deny it, though, I can't pretend she doesn't make my heart skip a beat when I see her. Something about her makes me restless.
I'm afraid I'll never know what that something is.