i.
She looks at him, her azure eyes burning up.
There is only so much teasing a girl can take; now he's definitely done for.
She roars and lunges for him. Her fingers grab the end of his shirt and as she topples to the ground, he is dragged down with her.
The dust clears, and Scorpius finds himself on top of the red-haired girl that happens to be his best friend.
Suddenly it strikes him how close they are. Their breaths mingle, their hands brushing, his legs wrapped around her on the floor.
He could kiss her.
He moves a shaky hand and strokes a red bang out of her flushed face and focuses on her pink lips-
"Scorpius. Get off."
ii.
She looks at him, her azure eyes burning up.
"You said you would go with me to Hogsmeade!" She stomps her foot childishly, and he almost makes the mistake of laughing.
"Sorry," he says, winking at Julia, his date, as she walks by.
"You're horrible," she spits nastily, turning on her heel and marching away. "I wouldn't want to go with a party pooper like you anyways."
He's about to clarify her statement - he's not a party pooper, thank you very much - but as he watches her swagger away, her red hair swirling around like an inferno, he can't help but love her, just a tiny bit.
He's tempted to call out and tell her, and he almost does.
"Rose-"
But his voice dies short for some unfathomable reason and he settles for watching her turn the corner and somehow bump into Julia - hard.
iii.
She looks at him, her azure eyes burning up.
"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy," she hisses, grabbing his arm and pulling him over. "Just who do you think you are?"
He pales, his heart thudding so loud in his chest he's surprised she doesn't hear it and tell him to quiet down.
"I let you be my partner in Potions under the condition that I'd still get an O with you," she says, deathly quiet.
"And now look! I got an E. An E," she yells, holding up their joint research paper in front of him. "Now I'll never get a good job at the Ministry. I'll be forced to scrounge the streets and steal food-"
He knew she was a drama queen, but this is getting ridiculous.
"I don't know how I'll survive, now that your lack of effort has cost me my future-"
Unable to control himself any longer, he swoops down and places his lips on hers, effectively cutting off the angry string of words from her mouth.
He sighs. Finally. She shut up.
And then he realizes he's kissing her. Her. Rose Weasley. His best friend.
But hell, it feels good, and she's gorgeous, and he realizes that maybe he's loved her all along.
She is still frozen against his lips, her eyes wide open. But slowly, her eyes flutter close, and suddenly, they're making out against the corridor wall and get late for Transfiguration.
They breaks away, gasping for air. She looks at him, her azure eyes burning up with something he recognizes as anger, frustration, passion, and maybe a bit of love.
A/N: This is for you, Anna! :D I haven't been around lately because of the evil hell hole known as school *shudder* but hopefully a fluffy Scorrose drabble will make you forgive me for not replying to your PMs yet. :P
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All Sorts of Romance Competition - Fluff