Hey. Just a short I decided to post. I based this off of a drawing by daydreamer22 on deviantart... Look it up; it's beautiful! Anyways, enjoy!
Rose Weasley sighed in relief as her last class, that went well into the night, ended. It had been an exhausting day and she was ready to embrace the warm supper waiting for her in the Great Hall. She waited so long for that moment of ease. The moonlight shown on all of her classmates' faces in the crowded and noisy corridor; every class, it seemed, had been running late today. She caught a glimpse of a boy going in the opposite direction of the Hall. Scorpius Malfoy. Rose's brows creased.
Unbelievable, she thought as she saw the dark bruises and scars under his ashy hood. She looked around herself, then turned and followed Scorpius's dragging feet through the slowly lessening crowd. And then the sound of the rush evaporated as they turned into a part of the castle Rose had never been to. She started to get nervous. What had her curiosity gotten her into?
Scorpius finally made a turn in the vast hall, entering a lonely and squashed up corridor. Rose peeked around the corner, taking occasional glimpses at his back as he plopped into the bench along the corridor wall. He sighed tiredly and wrenched off his hood. Rose stared in horror at the back of his head. The hood had concealed a huge number of bruises and other things she couldn't name. His once beautiful, pale hair was damp and sprinkled with dirt and crusted blood. She couldn't help her next step into the feeble light. The step echoed boldly, causing Scorpius to whip around in alarm. Rose swallowed silently as she watched his face drop and morph from depression to dread and a mask of disgust consumed his pointed face.
"Malfoy," Rose started shakily. "What happened to you?"
Scorpius narrowed his eyes into slits, brushing a hand in front of his soiled Slytherin robes. He almost looked like he was a sneering snake searching for a spot to strike.
"I think that is none of your business, Weasley," he replied shortly. Rose took short, slow steps towards his slumped figure, and then kneeled down next to him. She inspected his wounds, no longer caring that they were supposed to be enemies. She brushed his clumped hair out of his face.
Scorpius was paralyzed in surprise as she inspected him. She reached up and lightly traced a stinging bruise on his face. Scorpius took her hand away, though his face couldn't form a sneer.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" He whispered harshly, shivers racking his frame as her swirling, chocolate eyes locked with his. Rose shrugged in nonchalance.
"Trying to help," she replied softly. She unsheathed her wand and made a graceful flick in front of Scorpius's marred face. His bruises retreated and his hair shined with cleanliness, though the moonlight was flickering. Rose smiled lightly and slipped her wand back in her robes.
"There," she whispered. In one fluid movement, she stood and started to float away. Scorpius reached for her hand.i Please let her be real... Please let her stay... /i
"Wait, I-"
Rose pressed a soft finger to his lips. She gave him a light kiss on the cheek and was gone, leaving only her sweet, lingering scent.
The next day, he was beaten again; it was a Gryffindor and three Hufflepuffs. The bruises were worse; his hair seemed like a muddy brown. People sneered. Teachers scolded. Potions simmered and burned him up in anger.
Again he skipped dinner.
Again he sat in their corridor.
Again he became a fuzzy shadow under the moon, alone.
Maybe she had realized how wrong they were. Maybe her friends saw her with him. It didn't matter anymore. She never came again.