Chapter One
Challenge: OTP Boot Camp Challenge, HPFC
OTP: Rose/Scorpius
Writing style: Drabble
Acrid
He adds a clump of his own platinum blonde hair to the noxious brew. A moment passes, uneventful, and he's almost delirious with relief. But it is, after all, only a moment.
Boom!
The air is thick with acrid smoke and he has green muck all down the front of his robes. Slughorn peers at him from the front of the class, amused. Almost everyone else looks vindicated that he finally messed up.
But it's all worth it, because she's tossing her red hair into a bun, and helping him clear up.
She's smiling.
Agitated
He seems agitated, she has no idea why. She is, after all, the one who is disoriented in the darkness.
It's his idea, this trip and it is absolutely unnecessary.
The Heads Common Room is well-stocked. They have Sugar Quills and Chocolate Frogs, Bertie-Botts' Every Flavour Beans, Pumpkin Pasties, and on his insistence, Cockroach Clusters. So it's definitely not an excursion to Hogsmeade.
She's sure that they have more than enough quills, rolls of parchments and extra copies of textbooks (he's positively nightmarish when he can't find them) and the last time she's seen him, just earlier today, his robes were long enough. That's the Owlery and library out of the question.
And so, as he clutches onto her hand- pulling her forward, she can't help but wonder what he wants to do at this time of the night. Especially a mere three weeks away from their NEWTs.
He's hardly looking at her, (he seems mesmerised by his watch) let alone speak two words to her.
'Scorpius,' she calls, 'Where?'
'Sorry, what?' He's glancing at his watch again.
'Where're we going?'
He doesn't respond. And so she sighs, letting him lead her in the darkness.
And suddenly, he stops and she hurtles right into his hard back.
He pulls her to his front and wraps his arms around her waist. She giggles at his warmth and tries again, 'Scorp, where are we?'
'Astronomy Tower. Couldn't you guess?'
'Oh, oh yes…of course. Three creaking doors, one trick step, ducking into a classroom, on the left wall of the Charms Corridor- out through the other door-'
He's smiling down at her, she realises, as she looks up into his steel-grey eyes to confirm her deductions.
'Yes, Rose. You're right… obviously,'he says, with a roll of his eyes.
'Glad you've accepted my superior intellect,' she quips back.
'Madame,' he murmurs inclining his head, 'Now shush, and look at that.'
He's pointing into the inky sky and she has to strain her eyes to see what he wants her to. There's a dusting of stars across the night, twinkling down at Hogwarts as they always have. And suddenly, there's a bright light, and it's as though it's raining stars.
'Meteor shower,' she breathes, her eyes wide as saucers, 'It's beautiful.'
He rests his chin on her head and sighs in satisfaction.
Breathless
Ron is breathless with laughter, as his daughter and her best-friend look up at him with shocked eyes. His red-headed little girl has disbelief written all over her face while the silver-eyed son of his one-time enemy look at him as though he's sprouted a couple of heads.
'Does that- does that mean… you'll let us?
'Yeah, Mr Weasley? Are you serious? You're actually okay with this?'
'Of course,' Ron replies laughing.
He's not going to be the one to deny the two starry-eyed eleven year olds what will really make them happy. And so he leads them to the broom shed and lets them loose.
'Go on then, enjoy yourselves. Don't wreck them, or you'll have to face Harry yourself.'
'Thanks Dad,' squeals his daughter as she runs towards the closest broom.
The boy runs off towards the brooms too, but not before he stops for a moment, smiling happily at the little witch's unguarded joy.
Ron tries his best to hide his smirk.
Battered
Hugo and she got into an argument. Again.
But this time, he went a little too far. He Vanished every single one of her Potions books and she's lost without them for the test tomorrow.
She looks at him with her large blue eyes, begging him for help and daring him to refuse and break her heart.
And so sighing like a martyr, he makes space for her on the couch.
Her eyes light up as she snuggles into his side and together they lean over his battered copy of Advanced Potion Making.
Calm
He wonders how she can be so calm all the time. Especially on the eve of their NEWTs. He's a wreck, chewing on his nails ruffling his hair and then smoothing it out again.
He's been pacing up and down their Common Room all day, muttering spells and antidotes under his breath.
All the while, she's sat in her sunlit corner elegantly flipping the pages of her textbooks, and perusing her notes. And now, apparently pleased with her preparations she's curled up on the couch for a nap. He sits down by her side, stroking her hair absently, eyes darting about the room.
'Scorpius…' she murmurs softly, still asleep.
And that's when, for the first time in weeks, he feels truly relaxed.
Carcass
She's never seen him look so revolted, and she's known him practically all his life.
'Relax, Scorpius. It's not like it's a rotting Flobberworm carcass. Breathe.' She says soothingly, trying not to laugh.
He looks at her, mortified, as she coaxes the tiny creature on his arm onto her fingers. The blond man sighs in relief when it is no longer in contact with his skin.
She walks to the window and lets it crawl off her hand and onto the sill, wondering why all the men she loves are so terrified of spiders.
Drawn
She feels as though she hasn't drawn a breath since she asked him to the Yule Ball.
When McGonagall informed the two of them that they, as Hogwarts Champions, definitely needed dates for the Ball, she's decided that she'd swallow her fears and just ask him.
And so she did.
He'd said nothing, at first, merely looked at her as though appraising her. And then, when he spoke, he didn't even answer her question, 'As best friends, or…' He'd trailed off before he'd turned and walked away.
She'd done nothing to stop him.
Sin
It would be a sin, she decides, to visit Malfoy Manor and come away without gorging on Draco's chocolate brownies.
And so after saying her goodbyes to the stately Astoria, who smiles at her knowingly, she makes her way to the kitchens.
The heavenly scent of brownies wafts towards her as does snatches of a conversation.
A soft voice she knows better than her own murmurs firmly, 'Dad, I love her.'
Whisper
She can feel the stares boring into her back and hear every single whisper as though it was shouted into her ear.
What is wrong with all of Hogwarts? She wonders.
How is she to realise that the school has never seen her without Scorpius by her side?
Enamoured
He'd always been enamoured with how Teddy Lupin had first been Victoire's best friend and then, when the time was right, swept her off her feet and straight into his arms.
And he can't help but dream of Rose when he sees Victorie laughing in Teddy's embrace.
Author's Note: Hello, feels good to be back!
Alright, so this is a challenge with 50 prompts- therefore 50 pieces. I've decided to write them in 5 chapters, each with 10 drabbles.
Please review!