Our Little Game

I kind of like this; having the freedom to build these characters the way I want. Scorose just makes me happy

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Scorpius POV

About a month later, Scorpius had nearly forgotten about the little Quidditch incident. He had decided that it had just been instinct on his part. He would have done it for anyone. Just happened to be Rose. After a few days of awkward eye contact, they'd fallen right back into their little routine.

It was a double potions period with Ravenclaw, and the professor had the students attempt to brew Amortentia. It was a near impossible task, but that didn't stop him from trying. His had to be better than Rose's at least. There was a little sample kettle up in the front of the class, with the pearly potion in it. Batches of girls were going up to it and giggling and calling out,

"It smells like chocolate truffles and treacle tart!"

"No, it's lavender soap and apple pie!"

Scorpius rolled his eyes and glanced over at Rose, who was already stirring away, muttering something to herself, her long auburn hair tied up hastily on her head. He got his supplies from the store cupboard and set a low flame under his cauldron, getting to work.

The instructions in the textbook were either complicatedly phrased or far too vague, leaving a frazzled Scorpius to chase live dung beetles around his desk with a silver dagger, trying to spear them. Rose laughed at him and he grumbled.

Before he noticed what was happening, she slammed a jar down between his hands, trapping about three of the black suckers. "It's easier to chop them if they're not moving. I suggest a Stunning Spell. You can do that without my help, I hope?" Scorpius glowered at her as he drew his wand, but she just winked and turned back to her potion, which for all her talking, was a rather nasty shade of green.

It was strange. The Rose he knew would have cracked up and watched him suffer; not helped him. She never helped him. Odd.

About five minutes before the period ended, Scorpius took his little vial of brown goop up to the sample. He knew it couldn't possibly be perfect, but there was no harm in checking. Okay, fine, he wanted to know what Amortentia smelled like to him. He walked up to the cauldron and stood there for a moment, pretending to compare the two potions.

It smelled like home, like the antique rooms of Malfoy Manor, not musty, but full of aging pride and rich history. The smell was cut with the crisp scent of oranges and vanilla but underneath all that, there was a sweet, flowery scent. He couldn't place it exactly, but it reminded him of his mother's gardens. He was trying to place it when someone elbowed him in the side.

"I think mine's closer," Rose held up her flask to the light. Hers was a dull whitish fluid, annoyingly better than his attempt. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she observed his handiwork, obviously unimpressed. She didn't seem to be dazed by the smell of the potion at all, unlike everyone else.

Before he could stop himself, Scorpius asked, "Um, so what do you smell?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Why do you care?"

Scorpius shrugged, "Just trying to make conversation, no need to get defensive." Conversation? Since when did he ever make conversation with a Weasley? His own words confused him, and her too apparently.

"Uh...fresh rain, buttered popcorn, and you know that smell of candle that's been blown out? That too." Rose didn't seem very enamored by the potion. "Vile thing, that. It's just unnatural," she shuddered. "What do you smell, then?" she asked.

"Home, oranges, vanilla ice cream, and-" he trailed off. He knew what that smell was. "Uhm yeah, that's it." Rose shrugged and gathered her things.

"Well that's nice Malfoy, now I've got a class to get to," she gave Scorpius a terse nod and walked out of the door.

It was bizarre really, he didn't really care much for flowers at all.

But he smelled roses.