Here it is
Disclaimer: it's all Rowling's, my friends.
Scorpius was worrying about Rose. She hadn't eaten lunch or dinner. He feels like his stomach is knotting itself; it was only a stupid insult. Rose was beautiful and he loved her. How could she even let something like that affect her?
Not that he had ever told her that he loved her.
Staring at his perfect, shiny shoes, he climbed the stairs. Stone paver after stone paver passed by; he was on auto drive.
Behind a faux brick tapestry, a little wooden door. The dark wood shone, bare without a hand or a crack.
Scorpius mumbled to the door. "Puddlemere United."
The door swung inwards silently. The floor was the same gray stone that he loved about Hogwarts. One gold wall had a black outline of a lion roaring into the light yellow sun from the window; the black wall had a golden outline of a snake transfixed in the gaze of all who entered.
The coaches were gold too with elegant mahogany legs.
Red and green pillows were everywhere.
He always thought it looked like some weird Christmas room.
Scorpius threw himself onto the couch closest to the fireplace. Reaching into it, he fumbled with the logs, throwing old pieces of parchment into the fireplace. Briskly, he hit together flint, creating a shower of sparks to ignite the wood. Scorpius felt better with a task; he felt like he wasn't some worthless boy who had once again hurt Rose's feelings.
He sat on the couch, tucking his feet under him, to wait.
It was an hour later when he heard a soft voice from the entrance. Scorpius' piercing eyes anxiously watched as she entered.
Her blue eyes opened wide, uncomfortable. Her hand gripped one of the stonewalls, the white ovals of her nails elegantly tapping.
"Hi," her voice trembled a little, "what's up?"
What should he say? Should he apologize?
"Hey," he was expressionless, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she tried to smile, "I'm fine."
And then she tried to bolt up the stairs.
Scorpius was faster.
"Rose!" She turned slowly from the top of the stairs.
"Yes?"
"Rose…" he swallowed, hard, "I'm sorry."
"Like I said, it's fine." But Scorpius could see through that, she was lying.
He had to give it another try. "Do you want something to eat?"
Scorpius walked over to the little silver mini-fridge, an object of his extreme pride. "I have sandwiches and salads." He waved tantalizingly at the open door stacked with colorful fruits mingled with fried foods.
Rose tried to smile again, failing miserably. Her eyes gave everything away.
"I'm really full from dinner, but thanks." She hurried into her room, closing the door fast.
Liar.
"Goodnight," she yelled through the door.
"Goodnight, Rosie." Scorpius replied, mind already spinning in disbelief.
(A/N Setting the stage)