A/N: Because Scor/Rose are the best, that's why.

Entered in: The Mood Ring competition, prompt: Turquoise, amused – character: Scorpius Malfoy


A Match of Wits


The schedule of lessons had a way of embodying the very idea of irony.

It was Charms, which usually meant that the classroom resembled a battlefield more than a site where learning occurred.

Unfortunately for the professors and much to the amusement of most students, this was true for Potions, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration and Defence against the Dark Arts as well.

Oh, and occasionally, Arithmancy and History of Magic, whenever something rather explosive came up.

Two excessively persistent hands shot up in the air at the sound of any question, and what ensued was a battle indeed.

"It's accio quickly followed by the object you wish to get to yourself, it doesn't work on people. You really shouldn't be saying so much when you clearly know so little."

"We all make the occasional mistake, Weasley…"

"Mistake! You finally admitted it!"

"Ugh. You're a mistake."

"I wish the banishing charm worked on people!"

"Oh, but summoning and banishing charms work only on objects, not on people!"

'You don't sound too flattering as a girl, Malfoy."

"Oh, ha ha."

"Was that your idea of a comeback?"

Someone had certainly taken her father's wish of beating the Slytherin boy at lessons a bit too seriously.

"Will everybody in this class please settle down and learn some charms instead of distracting me, please?"

"Sorry, professor Flitwick."

And on and on it went.


"For today's class, Miss Weasley will be paired up with…Mister Malfoy."

"NO!"

"Oh my, that's too vehement a response to simple teamwork, now, isn't it? You're partners for the day, try not to transfigure each other into something I wouldn't be able to fix."

"We're doing human transfiguration?"

"You're a bright one, Mister Malfoy."

"Er, I know we're not the best of friends and all, but…yeah, what professor McGonagall said."

"Same, Weasley."

"Ready?"

"Yeah. Wait - "

"Scor! What is it?"

"It's a bit too warm in here, I just – hey, did you just call me Scor?"

"I believe I'm supposed to be transfiguring you into an apple."

"I believe you are."

"Don't push it, Malfoy."

"Wasn't I Scor, just a while ago?"

Swooosh.

"Not so chatty as an apple, are you?"


"Rose."

"Scorpius?"

"What does Hogsmeade in the autumn sound like, to you?"

"A place I wouldn't be I when you're around."

"Oh, haha. You're in a funny mood."

"Are you amused?"

"Not in the least."

"Not like I care. Bye, Scorpius."

But neither could stay away for all that long, and a simple look undid it all.

"So, Hogsmeade…?"

"See you there, Scorpius."

"How about I pick you up by the front doors, and we go together?"


"I just can't believe - "

"Well, you did, you very much did. Now would be a good time to get over it."

"But don't you get it, Scor? That was my cousin! Snogging the robes off Addalia Bell!"

"Brilliant observation, sweetheart."

"Don't sweetheart me! But seriously. That was my cousin and my Quidditch team mate!"

"Is there a rule that declares that they can't be together? Besides, Albus is on the team, too."

"Yes, but…he's my cousin!"

"He's also a healthy straight boy with pleasant looks and a decent build, why wouldn't - "

"Have you been eyeing Albus?"

"What?! Rosie, you're off your bonkers!"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Who's to say?"

"I think you had a bit too much to drink there."

"All I had was a single glass of butterbeer, dimwit."

"…"

"Whoa. You're stumped for an answer? The great Scorpius Malfoy?"

"I'm just looking."

"At what?"

"You."

"What about me?"

"You're pretty, did you know that?"

"Huh?"

"Allow me to correct myself. You're beautiful, Rose Weasley."


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