Drabbles

These are all the drabbles I've written in the Next-Gen Drabble Tag! in the NextGen Fanatics Forum

~ RoseScorpius / different ~

Rose was furious. She'd never been so mad in her entire life. She was...livid. Yes, that was a good vocabulary word. She was barely a month into her first year, and she had a detention! Her mother would be so disappointed. And it was all because Al had to go and get picked on by some Slytherin bullies and she felt the need to help.

Granted, she doubted he got bullied on purpose. But it was still a great impostion on his part. She didn't even know why she had jumped in to the fight in the first place. She and Al hadn't spoken to each other since their fight about his being in Slytherin and being friends with the Malfoy boy.

The Malfoy boy. He was in the fight too. As much as she hated to admit it, though, they couldn't have won against the bullies without his help.

Professor McCadden, the teacher that had witnessed the fight and also Hogwarts' Potions Master, entered the dungeon where she, Albus, and the Malfoy boy were sitting.

"Good evening children," he greeted kindly.

They grumbled something in response.

"I suppose we shall begin with the detention. Mr. Potter, if you will come with me, I need some help running errands. Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy, please get to work cleaning the cauldrons out."

Rose was horrified. She was...flabbergasted. She would have to work with the Malfoy boy! But she decided to be the better person and set to work without saying anything.

"You were brilliant in the fight," he told her. She said nothing. "I know you don't like me, Rose - "

"I somehow don't remember giving you permission to call me by my first name," she said icily.

He nodded, silver eyes sad. "Forgive me, Miss Weasley. Well, I know you don't like me, and I understand, what with our parents' history, but I'd really like it if you would give me a chance to be more than just a Malfoy."

Rose paused. He seemed genuine. "Why did you save Albus from those bullies?"

"Because he's my best friend," the Malfoy boy replied without hesitation. "We're both outcasts in Slytherin. Him, because his father is Harry Potter. I because my father is Draco Malfoy. We look out for each other."

She took a moment to register this, and then met his eyes. "You know, you're different than I thought...Scorpius."

He smiled, and it took her breath away, as embarrassing as that sounded. "Thank you, Miss Weasley."

"Call me Rose."