Disclaimer: Do you think I would've killed Fred Weasley? :'( Fred...
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"Rose Weasley," she said boldly, and took his hand in hers and shook it heartily.
"Scorp."
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"Rose Weasley," he mused, smirking.
Her face was as red as her Gryffindor scarf, and she was practically fuming. "Scorp," she sneered.
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"Rose Weasley," he bent down beside her bed. They were in the Hospital Wing.
"Scorp," she murmured, tucked the blankets tighter around herself, half asleep, and rolled over again.
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"Rose...Weasley?" He hadn't seen her in too long a time. She'd grown, almost as tall as him now, but not quite.
She turned around, as surprised as he was. "Scorp?"
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"Rose Weasley?" He was nervous. He'd never done this before. Usually, the girls asked him.
"Scorp," she smiled. She was in a good mood today.
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"Rose Weasley," he said. She looked up at him, and his stomach flipped over. He couldn't do this. No, he couldn't. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a little black box.
Rose knew what it was. She'd seen it before, just around two years ago at James' wedding...
"Scorp." Her eyes were wide, and her heartbeat accelerated.
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