So, this is my contribution to the "Make an album into a story" challenge over on HPFC. My album is Never Shout Never's (or, Nevershoutnever!, Christofer Drew, Christopher Drew Ingle, whatever your preference is) What Is Love?, and his EP Me & My Uke, as his album didn't have enough tracks. I'm not too confident on this first drabble/oneshot, so if you could review to tell me it was good or to advise me on what wasn't good & could be fixed, I'd love you forever. :]
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scorpiusrose
put your money where your mouth is,
take your eyes off the ground.
we got a hard day coming if we can't work out
all the pissy little problems that we're fighting about.
~"Love Is Our Weapon," Never Shout Never
She spots him from across the train station for the first time, and she fleetingly thinks he's quite a pretty boy, all moon-white skin and silvery-blonde hair akin to Victoire's. He stands tall, but not at all lanky, even for an eleven-year-old boy. His chin is pointed but softened by perfect cheekbones, and Rose thinks she may never find such a beautiful-looking boy again.
But when she hears her father, she builds a mental brick wall to keep out those thoughts because that's the Malfoy her folks always gripe about, and she can't think he's handsome because she has to hate him. And she can see he must think the same, the way he mirrors her actions as she looks from her dad to his, catching the obvious glares of disgust being shared. Their mums just kind of run their eyes over each other's bodies, perhaps surveying, sizing up. But either way, there's hatred in the air that's thicker than the smoke billowing from the train, and she can't risk trying to slice through it.
So she's content with tossing future drama aside and hating him from the start, but as then he and Al get Sorted into the same House (Slytherin, blech) and he keeps staring at her as the line moves, with gray-blue eyes that go over her every detail, and, Merlin, she's not a prude, but that's disgusting.
She's Sorted, thankfully, into Gryffindor, but they're all hesitant to celebrate because Al's over with the Slytherins in his new silver-and-green robes, sitting nearby Scorpius Malfoy (who still refuses to stop undressing her with his eyes). She hates them, hates them all, because she knows she should, especially that blonde-haired git.
They all get into the routine of school rather quickly, Rose before anyone else, and she soon becomes the smartest witch of her year, proudly so. She's considerably well-liked (being the daughter of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, which is almost as good as Harry Potter) and the teachers all enjoy her, and even though she doesn't attract many friends other than her cousins that's okay because the headmistress is mulling over whether to bump her up a year in school for her intelligence and all the Ravenclaws are jealous because even they can't beat Rose Weasley in a game of smarts.
But there's this boy – guess who? – with silvery eyes and silvery hair who stares at her in Potions class and in the Great Hall, and everyone's nudging her and winking like she wants this, when all she really wants is to read her books and ace her O.W.L.s (and possibly get a boyfriend [who's in any House but Slytherin]).
"Come on, Rose," Albus begs her in the library, for the sixty-eighth time (oh, yes, she counts). "Scorp isn't half-bad, once you get to know him. Sure, his folks are a tad – well, not nice, but he really likes you and I think you ought to – "
"Al," she says firmly, stopping him with one blue-eyed glare and narrowed red eyebrows, and he immediately shuts up because that's what you do when Rose Weasley gets angry. "No. I'm not interested in a prat like Scorpius Malfoy. Now, for the sixty-eighth time, tell him he can bug off." And she collects her books and departs, leaving her cousin to thump his head against the desk.
Merlin, but that Malfoy is persistent because he bumps into her a lot and asks to borrow ingredients he obviously has on his plate in Potions, and she wonders if she can report him for sexual harassment when he overlooks her and tells her how pretty she looks today (even if she does kind of look forward to it, because she never can tame those red curls on her head).
Eventually she confronts him on it, when she catches him spying on her from behind the bookshelves, but his fingers are tracing her jawline ohsoinappropriately and he still is a little too handsome for his own good, and she apologizes to her parents in her head as he kisses her hotly.
It lasts longer than that first time in the library, and soon enough her name can't be without his and everything is Rose&Scorpius, but she never tells her parents (especially her dad) because snakes don't dance with lions, and she's a Weasley and he's a Malfoy so it wouldn't have worked no matter the House.
And she tells him so in the shadows of the Astronomy Tower, the starlight kissing her skin and lightening his hair. He just smiles at her and holds her closer, resting his lips on the crook of her neck ohsocomfortably.
"We're not our parents, Rose," he tells her, and she digs her nails deeper into his shoulders. "We can be together now."
And she thinks, quite possibly, maybe they can.