"A bit cliche, don't you think?"
Rose absentmindedly twirled the single red rose around her fingers. "I think it was sweet."
Malfoy's don't buy single roses. They buy bouquets.
Scorpius scowled at her and glared at the flower she held, given to her by Frank Longbottom.
Frank. Longbottom.
Malfoy's don't lose to Longbottoms.
"I think it's stupid."
Rose's previous smile melted and she swung to face Scorpius, hands on her hips.
"And why is that?" She asked, voice dangerously low.
Malfoy's don't get intimidated by girls shorter than them.
Even if said girl is highly adept at whipping his butt.
"'A rose for a Rose?' That's so cheesy!"
Malfoy's don't do cheesy stuff.
"He also asked me out to Hogsmeade."
Malfoy's don-wait what?
"What did you tell him?" Scorpius struggled to keep his voice nonchalant despite his rising panic.
Rose, oblivious to the ongoing battle within the blond beside her, shrugged. "I said I'd think about it. I might say yes. He is nice and kinda cute, and pretty smart."
"But he didn't even know what your favorite flower is!"
"That's highly irrelevant"
"It is not!"
Malfoy's don't get called irrelevant.
"What's your problem anyway?" Rose narrowed her eyes at him.
He panicked "I-I just, ya know, it's kind of, um, you, I think, you just deserve better than him."
Rose opened her mouth to reply when someone called her name. Probably one of her many cousins.
"I gotta go Scorp. But...thanks." And with that she leaned up, onto her tip-toes and gave him a swift peck on the cheek, before darted away, her red hair dancing after her.
Scorpius was left standing alone, and he slowly raised his hand up to touch his cheeck where Rose's lips had been a few moments earlier. A faint pink blush spread across his face.
Malfoy's don't blush.
But Malfoy's (usually) don't fall in love with Rose Weasley.
If anyone was curious, Rose's favorite flower is an amaryllis.
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