Our Little Game
Hi there! I'm thefandomunicorn, and I was recently enamored with the amazing potential in Scorpio x Rose. (Also my way of living out Dramione dreams through their children XD). This is a little fic about how Scorose came to be! Review, Favorite, and Enjoy!
I own nothing, all characters belong to Queen J.K. Rowling
Rose POV
Rose's blue and gold quidditch robes swished around her feet as she walked out on to the pitch. It was the first match of the season, Ravenclaw vs Slytherin. She had taken after her Aunt Ginny, and had been a Chaser on the team since her 2nd year. It was hard to escape all the shadows of her famous family, but Rose was finally beginning to carve out a name for herself.
Already waiting on the field were the Slytherins captained by Albus Potter, her dear cousin. He was the team Seeker, ridiculously fast and strong built. "It's in your blood," her mother had said. Although he was young, he commanded his team with a grace and humility not famed among Slytherins. His father couldn't have been prouder.
Behind Albus stood the Arrogant Prick of the Year, Scorpius Malfoy, Albus' best friend and the team's Keeper. He smirked at her, tossing the silvery blond hair out of his eyes.
Malfoy and Rose couldn't be called friends, but their competitive tension was well known. Besides on the Quidditch field, Rose and Scorpius were neck and neck in their studies, teacher's pets and Prefects to top it off. These little smirks and glares and insulting japes were just part of their little game. Rose smiled sweetly back at him and mounted her broom.
The stands were packed with students, all holding banners or chanting and screaming. It was easy to get lost in the crowds, with whole swathes of blue, all there for her team. Rose was smiling, basking in the support for so long that she nearly missed the whistle.
And the Quaffle was in the air. Rose snapped out of her daze and swooped in for the ball, passing it quickly off to Damian Crosely. His attempt to score was intercepted by a burly Slytherin Chaser who scored almost immediately, eliciting raucous cheers. This was going to be a tough match.
About twenty minutes into the game, Slytherin was up by forty. Rose was at the Slytherin goal posts, with Scorpius to her back as Alice Longbottom sped towards them. Alice threw the quaffle towards Rose, just as Malfoy slammed his shoulder into hers.
Her fingers just managed to grasp the ball and she held it to her chest tightly with one hand. She turned around, shoving Malfoy, eyeing up the leftmost goal. He was an annoyingly good defender, managing to see right through her feints.
Suddenly, Scorpius's eyes widened a fraction, and he yelled something that was drowned out by the excited crowd. Rose saw his distraction as an opportunity to score. Just as the ball left her hands, something slammed into her side, throwing her off her broom and towards Malfoy. Her vision was spotted black and red with pain. There was a sharp clanging noise and all Rose remembered was falling.
Rose woke to the white walls and clean scent of the Hospital Wing. She tried to sit up, but a throbbing ache in her ribs stopped her. Her torso was wrapped in bandages and on the desk beside her she saw a bottle of good ol' Skel-e-Gro. Standing by her bed was Madame Gabrielle Delacour, the Healer at the school. She was speaking to a tall boy with a bandage around his forehead.
"Look, she iz awake," Madame gestured, noticing Rose. Scorpius turned, and relief flickered for just a moment in his grey eyes.
"um," Rose struggled to remember what happened. Quidditch match...and then.. "uh, what happened?" Scorpius blinked a few times, as if surprised to hear my voice.
"You got hit by a Slytherin bludger during the match...broke a few ribs, that's all. " Scorpius brushed off any severity, slipping his hands into his pockets and shrugging nonchalantly.
"And what happened to you?" Rose asked, pointing to her forehead. Scorpius shook his head,
"eh, nothing, don't worry-," Madame Delacour interrupted him,
"Zis young man saved your life, he caught you." Scorpius' cheeks turned pink and he rolled his eyes.
"Evanson hit you with a Bludger. You fell right into me, and I hit my head on the goalpost. I wouldn't have had to catch you if you could fly a broom right, Weasley," He sneered at me and turned around to leave.
Rose was bewildered. There had never been anything but cold competition between the two them. If he'd let her fall, no one would have blamed him. Quidditch is a dangerous sport, people get Bludgered all the time. If he'd let her fall, Slytherin would have had a tremendous advantage.
He paused for just a moment as if he knew what Rose was thinking, and added, "Slytherin won." He smirked, and walked right out of the Hospital Wing. She glared at his receding back, fuming.