A/N: Hi! Between Potter, Malfoy, and Weasley and Welcome to Tortall I decided that I felt like a needed a bit of a break, so here you go, five, chapters, five drabbles, one couple. Scor/Rose has to be my favorite couple, so I thought I'd dedicate a drabblet series to them. I might do Neville/Luna, Oliver/Katie, and Draco/Hermione ones later, but I thought I'd do something for you to read in between my long-term projects. Enjoy the slight fluffiness. :-)
The rain poured over her, drenching her from head to toe. The loose jeans and sweater she wore were damp and heavy. Strands of her dull red hair that had escaped from her ponytail stuck onto her face and neck. It was a great feeling of release, in one of her favorite places. The quidditch pitch. She didn't care if she caught a cold; all she had to do was to take a cold potion. And besides, she could dry herself once she was inside. She was excellent at Charms, and she was familiar with drying spells.
"What are you doing?" asked an amused voice from behind her.
She turned to see unfathomable gray eyes flecked with green. His darkish blonde hair was tousled beneath his umbrella. Like her, he had left behind his Heads badge and robes in favor of more comfortable clothing. Ironically, the umbrella he held was blue and bronze, the color of her house, not his.
"You'll catch a cold, Rosie," he said gently.
She blinked. Suddenly, she was under the umbrella looking up at Scorpius Malfoy, the most intelligent Gryffindor in their year and her fellow Head. And not to mention very good-looking. Well in her opinion, anyways. But somehow, it evaded her how in the world she was standing with Scor Malfoy on a Hogsmeade weekend. On the Quidditch pitch. Her mother would be partially scandalized, partially hysterical.
"But I like the rain," she muttered, only slightly aware of what she was saying.
"For a Ravenclaw, you're bloody daft, Rose Weasley."
"I wonder how you, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, ended up in Gryffindor. If you had any guts, you'd drag me up to the castle yourself."
He smirked slightly and moved closer. "What makes you think I won't?"
Rose raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were with Al, my wonderful yet demented cousin?"
"He's snogging his face off with Sarah Finnegan somewhere in Hogwarts."
"I told you my match-making skills always work."
They laughed, thinking of Frankie Longbottom and Danny Finnegan. Rose and Scor were now face to face.
"Yet," he said jokingly, "You haven't had a boyfriend for two years."
She rolled her eyes and cuffed his shoulder, "That was low, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy."
"What is it with you and my full name, Rose Nymphadora Weasley? And you haven't an—"
He was cut off as Rose leaned forward and kissed him. Shocked, Scor dropped his umbrella, but quickly regained his senses and kissed her back. When they broke apart, they looked at each other, wordless. There was not much to say. They just looked at each other for five long minutes. Finally, Scor laughed.
"You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he breathed.
She laughed, loud and clear. "Same here."
Hand in hand, they ran back to the castle laughing. No one was surprised when they arrived sopping wet and holding hands in the Great Hall. Cheers sounded from the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables. Al and Danny grinned at each other.
"I told you so," they said in unison as their girlfriends rolled their eyes.
Thoughts? Review, if you don't mind, though I'm being a hypocrite. :-) I promise to review more fics from now on.