A/N: This is a collaboration fic by Lynnie Girl and myself, written during English class and study hall. She wrote all of Scorpuis' dialogue and I wrote Rose's (I like writing drunk people.) Enjoy!


"You really shouldn't drink so much," Scorpius told her.

"I only drink in times of severe distress."

"So, what's the excuse this time?"

"I put my shoe on the wrong foot this morning."

"Rose, I think it's time we called the mental ward in St. Mungo's."

"Oh, stuff it, Malfoy," Rose said, attempting (and failing) to swat him on the arm.

Scorpius sighed, setting school bag on the table. He sat on the nearest chair. "Come here, Rose."

"Okay, but I don't want you touching me. Well, unless you ask really nicely," Rose joked.

"For some reason, I can just imagine you saying that to a hobo, Rosie..."

"How do you know I haven't?" she teased. Scorpius choked on his Firewhiskey.

"What?" he shouted, attracting the attention of many a first year. He cleared his throat and said, "Er...Uh...Whoops?" That seemed to satisfy the young people. Rose giggled and fell off of her chair.

"Just answer this for me; Have you really?" he whispered.

"Have I what?" she asked, oblivious.

"Oh, Merlin. Come on, I want some Firewhiskey, but I think you should have a butterbeer instead. You've had quite enough to drink today."

"I swear to drunk I'm not that God!" Rose shouted. This attracted the attention of a few more frightened first years.

"She's, uh…She's, Er... Kidding... kinda..." Scorpius stuttered.

"Hey, I have a question: If you and Al got in a fight, who would be taller?"

"I- wait, what?"

"Would you still be taller than Albus?"

"Um. Yes...?"

"Oh," she said as she began to twirl her hair around her fingers.

"Rosie," he looked at her through his lashes, "I worry about you." she giggled.

"You look all blurry," she giggled again.

"Well then, you'll just have to stop drinking!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've only had..." She counted on her fingers, "I've only had, like, five drinks!"

"My point exactly," he said matter-of-factly, as if that settled the matter. But knowing Rose, it wouldn't.

In fact, she wasn't even listening. No, she was flagging down the bartender. "Oy! Bring me another, please!" she hollered.

"No! No, no, no, no, no. No. Nuh uh, you don't need to drink any more. Ever. Well, not 'ever' but only rarely-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, seeing as Rose attacked his mouth with her own. "You really shouldn't talk so much," she said.

He didn't argue.


A/N: And there you have it. Hope you liked our short, little, drabble thing. Please review!