100 Rose and Scorpius Drabbles
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Chapter VII: Too Much
"That's it! I've seen way too much of Scorpius Malfoy!" Rose Weasley declared to her cousin Albus on the fourth day of their sixth year, after bursting into the Gryffindor Common Room suddenly and interrupting his very quiet studying session. Albus looked up from his Transfiguration essay and eyed his cousin with curiosity and confusion. Rose stood, back pack slung over one shoulder, hands on hips. She continued to rant, "This is the last straw, I'm done. Completely over it." She nodded and tossed herself onto the couch next to Albus. "What essay are you working on?"
However much of her homework and prefect duties Rose threw herself into for the remaining two days of the week, she still found herself trying to convince her brain that what she had told Albus was how she truly felt. But no matter how much she talked to herself and said she was over Malfoy, another half of her was convinced that he was pulling another one of his tricks, that he was just ignoring her for no reason just to get under her nerves. Watching people twitch with frustration was exactly how Scorpius Malfoy got his sick thrills.
In fact, Rose intended to show him up and put a stop to all this silliness on Friday morning at breakfast, but upon watching him from across the Great Hall decided better of it. He was sitting there at the Slytherin table with his Quidditch mates, grinning, laughing, enjoying his morning meal. But under his left arm was a girl, a girl who was not Rose. She was a fifth year – the last name was Nott, Rose was sure of this. She was blonde and…beautiful.
Rose felt a sharp pain shoot across the area where her abdomen met her ribs. She felt like she was splitting in two pieces. As she sat at the Gryffindor table staring across the room with a spoon in one hand, she held the other hand to her stomach. She thought she heard Albus ask if she was all right but her eyes could only focus on the scene unraveling before her.
Perhaps it was just a family friend. Someone he had known since birth. He had once told Rose that most of the girls in Slytherin he had never even talked to, and the ones he had talked to, he wished he could beat to death with a beater's bat. "They're all so daft," he told her. But if Nott was so daft, why was he kissing her and smiling at her like he had once smiled at Rose?
She couldn't watch any longer. She had had too much of this scene. Somehow her legs carried her up and out of the Great Hall so quickly that by the time Albus got up and followed her out, she was already around two corners and racing to the girls' loo.
This wasn't happening. She was dreaming. Scorpius hadn't really stopped replying to her owls in August, he hadn't really been ignoring her for the past week, he wasn't really just kissing a beautiful fifth year. None of it was real. It was just too much to be real. Rose heaved her breakfast into one of the toilets.
"No, no, no." She sank to the cold stone floor in the tiny stall. "No." She shook her head. It wasn't true. It was too much to handle. It was a nightmare. She told herself to think about something else and her dream would move on and soon she would wake up and she would still be at the Burrow and she would go shopping at Diagon with her mum and Grandmum Molly and James would get his Head Boy badge and Scorpius would show up and ask if he could borrow her for a minute and no, no, no, she could see is face, his perfect face and his perfect gray eyes, he was in her head and she couldn't get him out no matter how hard she banged her head on the stall wall or how much auburn hair she pulled at or how many hot tears of regret and embarrassment she shed.
"No...no, no, no. Nooooooo…" all she could do was sob. This was a nightmare. Hadn't he once told her he loved her? Why was he kissing someone else? What did she do wrong? Why was he being this way? Why had she believed him? He was a fucking Malfoy, he couldn't be trusted! Why had she been so stupid to allow herself to get this attached to a boy? Maybe she would just have to find a boyfriend to replace him. Yes, she nodded her head, I'll just do that. Someone smarter and better looking than Malfoy. Perhaps that Corner boy would do. She smiled silently, tears still streaming down her face, eyes still squeezed shut.
Rose didn't remember ever leaving the Great Hall until Lily found her in the fetal position on the floor of the bathroom and had to shake her violently and scream, "Rose! Rose Ariana, wake up!" to get her to snap out of it.
Rose stared up into Lily's scared and concerned face. Lily breathed, "Rose, it's third period already, where were you? Al and I looked everywhere for you!"
"It's third period already?"
"Yes, you've got Potions. Look, I even brought your books." Lily shoved a pile of books toward Rose. Rose stared at them. She had potions with…she shuddered and shoved the books away. "I'm not going. I don't feel well."
Lily helped Rose stand and suggested, "Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey."
Rose nodded. "Yeah, I think I had too much to eat."
It wasn't anything she had to eat. She had too much of Scorpius Malfoy, and she desperately hoped that Poppy Pomfrey could cure her.
IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE! I have a quick question for you. I'm thinking of starting another story, it would be Dramione (since I admittedly sort of ship this if it's done well), and I once saw this done nicely and I'd like to take a shot at it. Ready? WHAT IF THE TRIO ERA KIDS WERE MUGGLES? I'd kind of like your suggestions on it.
I kind of have it mapped out a little. The setting would be California (it's cliché, I know, but it's my favorite place ever – San Clemente, to be exact), I'd bump up the year a little to…I'm thinking 2002-2003 so that the Iraq War and the War on Terrorism and all those current events could play into it a little.
As far as Hermione and Draco go, Hermione's probably the senior valedictorian, not involved in any sports, does state speech contest, class president, organizes a lot of stuff, probably thinks Malfoy deserves a good detention or ten yet for some reason pities him 'cause his dad's the sort of parent who would force him into playing ten thousand sports and WIN WIN WIN at all of them (since there's no magic, Lucius has to have his succeed at SOMETHING) and then Hermione ends up taking notes/filling in his answers on worksheets for him during pre-calc while he sleeps off morning practices. I DON'T KNOW. There are a lot of interesting grounds I could go on, and I want to know what you all think! Would any of you actually read it?
Review and tell me!
