A/N: I wrote this in one of my more boring English classes; to someone who has English as a mother tongue, and is a bookworm (and proud of it), relearning it as a second tongue is frustrating and boring. I wish I was learning English in the states or England; but, then I'd have to live there.
Rose walked into the heads' common room. As always, the fire burned merrily, and its glow reflected onto the bronze walls; the furniture rested soundly on the warm wooden floor, its warm pink tone adding to the room's warmth.
Rose smiled blissfully, feeling the stress roll off her shoulders, and closed her eyes, floating off into a very pleasant half conscious world; at least, she did until she heard him speak.
"Now, Weasley, I know I'm great; you don't need to smile at me like that to prove it." Scorpius drawled, walking into the common room; she grimaced as all the stress fell abruptly back onto her shoulders.
"Shut up, Malfoy; I'm already up to my eyeballs in stress." Rose said, sitting cross-legged in front of the fire.
"Really? Just you and all the other seventh years." Scorpius retorted, striding over to sit behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, Rose noticed how long his legs were; what had happened to the scrawny boy she knew? She thought, leaning back onto his legs for support.
Scorpius eyed the quiet Rose worriedly; what had happened to the spitfire he knew and loved? Whoa- loved? Where had that come from?
Disturbed by his thoughts, Scorpius rested his hand on her shoulders, and felt them tense even more, if that was even possible. He inwardly winced; Rose's muscles had knots on their knots. He had learned to massage as part of being on the quidditch team. Suprisingly, he turned out to be quite gifted at it. Without thinking, he started to work out the kinks in her shoulders.
Rose felt his hands on her shoulders, and tensed; what was he doing? When she realized, she was very confused. What on earth was he doing? not that it didn't feel good...
Scorpius looked at his hands, shocked as she melted underneath his hands; who knew they could elicit such a response?