A/N: Slight AU. Draco in Azkaban!AU
For the Holiday Challenge
Holiday: October 30th Mischief Night: Discouraged by law enforcement, but who likes them anyway.
Prompt: Away, Proper, Trance
Character: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy
For the Sherlock Competition.
Part 3: The Great Game
2. "Oh, you meant "spectacularly ignorant" in a nice way! Look, it doesn't matter to me who's Prime Minister, or who's sleeping with whom—" "Or that the earth goes around the sun." "Oh God, that again! It's not important!" "Not important? It's primary school stuff! How can you not know that?" Sherlock doesn't know a few basic things – Write about a pureblood; alternatively, write about a Muggle Studies class.
ENJOY!
Mistletoe
There he was. Alone, once again. Father: away; imprisoned in Azkaban. Mother: away; drinking in a bar. Friends: away; or so he told himself, as he had none. Alone in his dormitory because everyone was pranking each other and no one had bothered to invite him.
It was supposed to be a night full of happiness, but all he was feeling was lonelydisappointedsad. Each year, he had a flicker of hope; maybe someone would invite him to prank with them. But each year, his hope just turned into disappointment.
He hoped that he might at least get pranked on, but everyone seemed to just ignore him and pretend that he wasn't there.
Why? Why was it always him?
He just wanted to be a proper boy, a normal boy.
Why couldn't he be?
Just… why? Would he ever know?
He sighed, deciding that he would grab a snack in the kitchen.
He got up from his bed and brushed his platinum blonde hair to the side. He walked abruptly, hoping not to be seen by anyone.
As he was walking towards the kitchen, he brushed past someone with red hair. A ginger. Meaning a Weasley. Long red hair. Meaning… Rose Weasley.
And suddenly, he couldn't walk a step forward. Literally.
"What the hell," he muttered.
"What the hell," she muttered at the same time.
She, as in Rose Weasley.
He whirled around to face her, heart speeding up.
"What the bloody hell," she said to herself, as she moved around in a circle-no, a square, trying to get out, but there were invisible walls surrounding them.
"Are we both stuck in here?" he asked.
She turned to face him. "Looks like it. Unless…" she looked up, and groaned.
"What is it?" he asked, as he looked up.
A mistletoe.
"It's not even bloody Christmas!" he exclaimed, groaning.
"Exactly my point!" she complained, as she slumped down against the wall.
There. She was treating him as she treated everyone. This was what he had fallen in love with. The only person who treated him equally was her.
All of a sudden, words appeared in front of them.
Hello girl and guy, (I have no idea who you are, honestly)
You are now trapped there, where you are, forever.
THAT IS, until you kiss yourselves out of there.
Good luck!
~Fred Weasley and James Sirius Potter
PS. WASN'T THIS JUST THE MOST FABULOUS PRANK IDEA? HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WE'RE SO EVIL.
Rose rolled her eyes. "I am so going to kill them once we get out of here."
Meaning that they were going to get out of there.
She smiled at him, and pulled the collar of his shirt towards her and kissed him slowly.
It was like he was in a trance, he couldn't pull away.
And just like that, she pulled away. He smirked at her. She smiled in response.
With that, she walked away. Then, she turned back. "Hey. Want to meet up next Hogsmeade weekend?"
"Sure," he smiled at her. The first smile that he had smiled in many weeks. Many, many, weeks.
Flickerflutterstomp went his stomach and for once in his life, he felt truly content.
I really really enjoyed writing that fic, hope you enjoyed reading it :)