Sometimes
Summary: Accompanying piece to 'You hate the way.' Scorpius/Rose, post Deathly-Hallows. Angsty. Can be read as a stand-alone.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Not mine, they belong to JK Rowling.
Sometimes the expression on his face is so cold when he looks at you, that one glimpse of those icy grey eyes of his sends an uncomfortable shiver skittering down your spine. His steely eyes are analytical, almost coolly appraising as he takes in your tousled red hair, now frizzy in the heat, your awkward knee socks and your blotchy freckles. Sometimes you feel so small and insignificant beside his distinguished robes and smartly groomed hair that you wish you could obliviate yourself and forget you ever liked him.
Sometimes you almost convince yourself that you truly don't like him at all and that you certainly don't care what he thinks. The thought unfortunately, is fleeting.
Sometimes a sneer of what you are sure is disdain crosses his face when he looks at you, and you feel embarrassed, fearing he is able to read your mind and has picked up on what you are sure are your carefully-concealed feelings for him. Your cheeks turn hot and you dismiss such a thought as ridiculous, for he cannot know. You have barely spoken two words to each other in all your time at Hogwarts.
Sometimes you hate the way that when he is around, you cannot concentrate on your studies. Essay, what essay? You find yourself making silly mistakes in Astronomy, adding the wrong ingredients in Potions… you want to tear your hair out and wish that you weren't so constantly aware of his presence.
Sometimes though, the expression in his eyes when he looks at you, merely confuses you. You, who are so intelligent in everything else, are unable to decipher that look and sometimes it bothers you. Sometimes you wonder what it means.
You don't want to feel this way for him. Infact, you hate that you do and that you have been so curious about him for six long years. It would be so much easier were it another boy that you couldn't stop thinking about and sometimes you wish it was. Another boy with another surname perhaps, for that is the crux of the problem: he's a Malfoy and you are a Weasley.
Sometimes you wonder what it would have been like if your parents had been friends.
A/N: I have the first two chapters up of a longer Rose/Scorpius story I am writing. Please check that out if you liked this, and let me know what you think.