Punch
He wasn't jealous.
He wasn't.
She could date whoever she bloody well liked, she had been doing so since fourth year and he had never said so much as one word about it.
Jacob Weatherly, however, was the most insufferable prat he had ever had the misfortune of knowing.
He was an arsehole; a sixth year Gryffindor quidditch player with a sparkling smile and an ego more bloated than Slughorn's belly. Scorpius could not stand him from the start. He experienced a feeling of general animosity toward all of Rose's flames, but Weatherly sauntered right past bitterness into all-encompassing hatred and poorly controlled rage.
It was a rainy Monday morning when Scorpius overheard the rather odious conversation on his way down to the Herbology greenhouses. Weatherly, walking to class with his friends, was making crude gestures with his grimy hands. It wasn't until Scorpius got closer that he realized Weatherly was describing, in great detail, how Rose looked naked. The surrounding boys heckled and cheered alternately, driving Weatherly to ever more graphic detail.
He wasn't jealous.
He wasn't.
He was enraged.
Scorpius and Weatherly were both so stunned by what happened next that neither of them knew how to react in the aftermath. Scorpius, on an impulse and fueled by total fury, slammed the older boy against the wall of the greenhouse, violent and snarling.
"Don't ever talk about Rose like that," he threatened, practically spitting in his face, only an inch away from him. He didn't know what possessed him, but suddenly he found himself punching Weatherly over and over, unleashing the pent up aggression he'd felt towards the prat for months now.
He was dragged off by Professor Longbottom straight to the Headmaster's office, but Scorpius couldn't muster up any kind of apology. He was still thinking about how if Weatherly's story was true, he would do something much worse than punch him later.