Title- Quibbles Challenge #2. Bored then unfortunate

Author- .Pride

Fandom/Pairings- Harry Potter/None

Rating- K+

Summary- First in a six-part series of one-shots. My Livejournal starter challenge.

Notes- This one is post DH, when Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy are in their fifth year at Hogwarts. I'm feeling inspired by them, so look out for them soon. :D

2. bored then unfortunate

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was bored out of his bollocks. He sat in a secluded corner of the library, surrounded by stacks of dusty old Charms books, next to a tall window that happened to overlook part of the lake. It was dark outside now, so there weren't any pretty Hogwarts girls lounging around the shores of the lake for him to look at, and the books held no interest to him at the moment. His only company was his blue-eyed, bushy-haired Gryffindor classmate who was now sitting across from him at the small study desk, scribbling away at a now three-foot long Charms essay.

There was only one thing for a bored sixteen-year-old guy to do in his situation: drive her insane.

Scorpius studied his friend for a moment, deciding how best to annoy her. Upon making a decision, he leaned back in his chair and casually began shredding bits of scrap parchment from drafts of the essay he'd finished half an hour earlier. Just as nonchalantly, he crumpled one of the pieces into a tiny ball and quickly flicked it at the girl's coppery-brown hair. The paper ball lodged itself in her locks. Rose didn't even flinch.

Amused, Scorpius tried flicking another at her, this time with more force. The paper ball shot over the top of her head. Rose Weasley slid her parchment further up onto the table and continued to write furiously.

He sent a third paper ball flying towards her. It struck her squarely on the forehead and bounced off. Rose's hand did not waver one bit from writing her essay.

Now he began to feel annoyed. She was deliberately ignoring him! He shot another two paper balls towards her without effect.

"Oy," he called to her. "Weasley."

She continued writing. The essay now surpassed four feet in length.

He tried again. "Weasley." No response. "Rose!"

If anything, she seemed to be writing even faster, more consumed than ever with finishing the essay. Frustrated, and getting a bit worried, he flicked five paper balls at her in rapid succession, determined to get a response from her.

Abruptly, the girl stood up, whipping her finished essay off the table and shoving it into her bag. Scorpius let out a noiseless sigh.

"Finally! I thought you'd been hexed to write that essay forever or something—!"

He was cut off just as abruptly as Rose crossed the table to his side, shoved him into his chair so he was sent skidding into a pile of books, cried "Impedimenta!" and swept away as the towering stacks of textbooks came crashing down over him.

Distantly, he heard a shriek that came from their psychotic, ancient librarian followed by an accusatory "Malfoy! Detention!" and made a mental note to himself to never, ever annoy Rose Weasley when she had an essay to finish ever again.

A/N: Watch this space. ;D