Redheads are Everywhere
A/N: Written for Seaweedbrain213, in fan-freak121's fic exchange challenge. I was unsure when it was due, so here it is, rushed and kind of horrible.
Established relationship
Rose smiled brightly, hugging her cousin tightly, and Scorpius watched as they chattered on, squealing and laughing together. He sat awkwardly on the worn couch of the Burrow, not sure whether to join her or remain in his seat.
Redheads are everywhere, creating a continuous stream of talking and laughing that resounded from every corner of the room. Shrieking children ran about, looking back over their shoulder to watch their pursuers run after them. Albus, who had gone over to keep him company had already immersed himself in conversation with his cousin Hugo, and was of no help to Scorpius' situation.
Ron Weasley was glaring at him from a corner, and his wife was rolling her eyes, before walking away from him and to Rose. He watched in interest as she whispered something into Rose's ear, and as Rose's garnet braid flew out behind her as she turned to look at him. She smiled quickly, almost smugly, in his direction and he raised an eyebrow in response. She motioned to him with a hand and with a barely visible sigh of relief; he stood up and made his way over.
"This is my cousin, Vicky, Scorp. And you've already met my mom."
The blonde next to her offered a gentle smile that made Scorpius blink as he had the sensation that he was being blinded, and with a look at Rose, said, "It's nice to meet you, Scorpius, I'm Victoire." He shook the hand offered, and was taken aback by her firm grip.
Victoire stays around to dazzle him and Rose and her mother for a few minutes, but then a blue headed man, who Scorpius faintly remembers seeing at the train station a few years back (is everything somehow connected to Rose?) whisks her away. Both of them walk away giggling, and Victoire turns to give them one last, "Bye!" Then, it is just the three of them.
A few minutes later, it is just Rose and him, standing in the Burrow and talking, her eyes bright and hair coming out of its braid. Rose stoops talking for a second, cocks her head to the side, then grabs his hand and heads to the back door.
"Let's go," she says, and he decides to go along with her. She takes him to the garden; the hedges are neatly trimmed, but still looks untidy and out of control. It was like the Weasley's themselves. Gnomes hid behind foliage, making rustling sounds as they ran away from the pair.
This place is so different from his own home, with its two dozen house elves and even more empty rooms. He found it odd that there wasn't anywhere else he would rather be. It wasn't so odd once he turned to tool at the girl next to him.