Author's Note: Not as cheerful as the last three I'm afraid, folks. Hope you enjoy it though!
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Dirt
"Move it, Weasel."
Rose cries out as she is roughly shoved to the side, her face heating in hurt and embarrassment. Her books fall and he laughs.
Tears begin to well up; she quickly wipes them away.
"Get lost, Malfoy." She hisses, her voice breaking at his name.
She looks at him, and for a second their eyes meet. One pair, a brown pair, is full of unexplainable pain. The other pair, a silver pair, is full of unrestrained hate.
"My pleasure," Scorpius snarls, storming off.
Rose stays there for a minute, cowering under the image of his gaze. The way he looks at her – the way he treats her – it's as if she's nothing more than a piece of dirt.
It was hard to imagine that they had once been lovers.
That they had once been friends.
(Word Count: 138)
Author's Note: Yep, slightly angst-y I know. Sorry about that guys. However, it was the one I wrote for this week. Hope you still enjoyed it all the same.
Next Wednesday, I won't be posting up a drabble as it's Christmas (Boxing Day, if you're in the UK). As a result, I'd like to wish you all a Merry Christmas.
Please review, and if you've got any prompts then it'd be great to hear them!
Thanks,
VickytoriaGreengrass