I was bored and I recently got obsessed with Rose/Scorpius fics. Then someone challenged me with this certain scenario and I was bored so I did this and tada! here it is.

She could have been having a violent uncontrollable seizure of shudders if she wasn't airborne at the moment. Rose chewed on her lower lip, thinking that it would hold back the nausea she was feeling. Oh the agony! Why must she see "it" while she was in the zone? Albus noticed her expression and flew right beside her, pausing their little half-field Quidditch game. Yes, you can play half-field Quidditch although it would be a little crowded if fourteen players did that, so in this case, Rose, Hugo, Lily and Albus were the only ones playing.

"What is it?" Rose's cousin asked with a curious grin. "You look…sick."

Rose stared at Albus with an anguish look, "I'd like to hit my head with something hard."

"What's with all the drama?" Hugo asked. "Why did we stop playing?"

Rose suppressed a shudder. "I…think I'm done playing."

"Why? Are you hurt?" Lily said, as she came closer to her cousin.

"No…no…On the contrary, I…want to cause myself physical pain to relieve me from—" Her Quiddicth playmates stared at her incredulously. "I was joking. Bye…"

Then she dashed her broomstick down to the ground. She waved to her brother and cousins and ran. So, what was wrong with Rose Weasley, you may ask? Maybe it had something to do with the other half of the Quidditch field. Or more specifically, a person on the other half of the Quiddicth field. A couple of Slytherins were playing, just like the Potters and the Weasleys and it just happens that one of the players was Scorpius Malfoy. Rose shook the image from her disturbed head. She was a girl and he was a guy. They were both in their teenage years and a few unfortunate side dishes to adolescence are more responsibilities, pimples, changing bodies and overly energetic hormones. Emphasize the two last unfortunate side dishes: changing bodies and overly energetic hormones. Rose almost gagged, but she continued running away from the field.

Scorpius was panting. Geoffrey McLaggen was actually a good keeper. And he thought Geoffrey's dad was so pathetic to lose the Keeper's position to a Weasley. Weasley. Speaking of the funny excuse for a last name, was that Weasley running off? Yep, it was. No one can mistake that curly blazing red explosion Rose calls hair. As shallow as he felt, there was no point of playing half-field Quiddicth if Weasley was nowhere in the vicinity. I mean, I can always show off to others, he thought. But it wouldn't be fun if I can't rub off my Quiddicth geniusness on Weasley's face.

"I'm out,"

"Wait what?" McLaggen said. "We haven't fin—"

"Yeah yeah," Scorpius flicked his hand irritably. "You win. I don't care."

He swooped down and landed perfectly on his feet. A bunch of girls squealed somewhere on the side. Pathetic. He knew he was gorgeous, but it was getting annoying how some girls wouldn't just shut up about it. He appreciated it, but sometimes it was a bit too much. Scorpius wiped the sweat from his face, neck and…okay, he sweated a lot. It was probably time for shower. So he went back inside the castle.

Rose was in mental agony, and when she is in agony, library was the answer. Well, whatever she felt, library was always the answer. But this time, she never needed the library as much as she needed it now.

Erase the thought. Erase the thought. Erase the thought, she repeated in her head over and over again before she buried her entire being in the thick dusty book opened in front of her. Erase the thought. Erase the thought.

The library wasn't working. The image of Malfoy didn't disappear and she cursed her photographic memory because of it. Why can't she have Hugo's bad memory span? The sun was another thing to blame. It had to shine so brightly so that Scorpius was able to glisten back in the field! Of course she was very aware that Malfoy was athletic and physically active: Quidditch, dodging out the hexes she threw at her, kissing girls…disgusting. Oh Quidditch! It had to be a sport that makes you sweat! Rose found herself succumbing to the repulsive memory…

She just scored a Quaffle in one of the hoops and she halted for a second's breath. And there she saw once she looked back on the other half of the field, some Slytherins playing around like them. One of those Slytherins was Scorpius Malfoy…and he was very good at Quiddicth. Rose always hated that. He seemed like he was always rubbing off his skills, the egotistic idiot. But he did something so that Rose wished she never looked to the far half Quidditich field. Scorpius Malfoy ruffled his sweaty hair…no. not that! That wasn't the "repulsive memory". It happened after that. With his left hand gripping the handle of the broomstick, he pulled up his shirt to wipe his entire face. Beneath that shirt was (you guessed it) his body, obviously, which was moist with sweat too. It was "perfect, muscle-y and glorious in every way", as what Deborah Patil would say while hyperventilating.

Rose groaned in horror and banged her forehead on the table. She then raised her head up, looking up to the ceiling and said softly yet dramatically, "Why must you have that kind of body!"

"Oh sorry," drawled someone. "Am I way too se—"

"What the hell!"

"I assume you're not too pleased to see me Weasley," Scorpius said as he took a seat across her. He smirked as he stared at her forehead which was painfully red.

"You assume? Go away," Rose said while rubbing her head.

"Hey, I just showered. Don't throw me out. Don't you want to inhale my delicious presence?"

The redhead made a face, "You sick person." She muttered.

"What did I do?" Scorpius asked, acting like he was very offended. He ran his hand through his hair.

Rose flinched as the "picture" entered her head again. "Go away," she repeated weakly yet ominously.

Scorpius leaned closer and whispered enticingly, "Why?"

Rose shuddered ever so slightly, but still the Malfoy stud noticed it so he winked.

Rose Weasley placed her hands over her eyes. Why was she acting this way? It was ridiculous, "I'm not in the mood for arguing. I'm in a hormonal confusion and distress."

"Ooh," Scorpius mocked. "Hormonal…hormonal as in hormones…as in teenage stuff…about teenagers…Wow, I didn't know you were that normal to have hormones."

"Shut up," she muttered dangerously.

"Hmmm," Scorpius was enjoying this more than he should. "So, who was this person who has that kind of body?"

Rose's hand slapped loudly down at the table and she glared at the blond smirking in front of her.

Scorpius drew back and looked at Rose incredulously, "It's me, isn't it?"

"No!" Rose shrieked.

Cue Madame Pince and her motto: "Sshhh!"

The Weasley girl ducked her head shamefully at the librarian's warning.

"Rose Weasley, you bad liar…" There was Malfoy's smirk again…which Rose found charming. She suddenly realized what she thought of that smirk and banged her head once again against the table.

"Whoa, whoa," Scorius said. "No need to hurt yourself. I know I'm probably the most desirable being you have the fortune to lay eyes on, but I'm sure I'm not that gorgeous to make you insane enough so you can injure yourself."

Rose closed the thick book and shoved it at his chest. "Go away!"

Scorpius shrugged and stood up. Then he stepped around the table and went behind Rose's chair.

"Admit it," he breathed at her hair. Rose shuddered again and wrinkled her nose. She thought of a handful of stinging comebacks but she was afraid puke would come out instead from her mouth; Pince would roast her over burning coals if she made a mess.

Scorpius chuckled and started to walk away backwards, "Look Weasely, if you think my body is hot, just tell me. I mean, sure, it would probably push your already-low self-esteem six feet underground but…that, my dear, is the point." He turned his back on Rose and went.

She wanted to chuck the heavy book at his head, but he was too far now.

That was disgusting, she thought.

Apologies for wrong grammars and spellings.

Well, that was pointless.

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