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A/N: I kind of like this one ^.^
For: JustAnotherAverageRavenclaw. Prompted with "inspire".

Title: Inspiration
Summary: Scorpius had always inspired Rose.
Genre: Romance
Rating: K+
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Rose/Scorpius
Word Count: 439

Scorpius inspired Rose in a way no one else managed. The ease and elegance in the way he walked, the relaxed way he rested his head on the back of the sofa in the Ravenclaw common room, the speed and agility he flew with on the Quidditch Pitch. His strong cheekbones and laughing eyes, broad shoulders and slim build.

Everything about him was so inspirational and capturing, Rose found herself drawing and painting him on a regular basis. Her sketch book was filled with drawings of the Malfoy boy at all angles, capturing him in all his glory. She never showed her sketchbook to anyone, and never thought of the consequences if someone did.

So when Rose walked into the common room to see the blond boy holding her sketchbook with an amused look on his face, Rose came to a standstill. Red as a tomato, Rose rushed over to him and demanded to know what he was doing with it.

Scorpius looked up at her and smiled a smile she had drawn many times, one corner of his mouth slightly higher than the other. He closed the sketchbook and tucked it under his arm as he stood up.

"Do I inspire you?" he asked almost mockingly, his voice smooth, English with a slight Scottish tilt in it.

"Do you even have to ask?" Rose said, barely louder a whisper.

He raised his hand and rested it on the side of her neck, leaning towards her with his mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips met hers in a sweet, short kiss. His hand dropped from her neck her hip as their lips disconnected, resting his forehead against hers. Rose looked into his laughing, grey eyes. They were too close for comfort, but Rose wasn't going to complain.

"Let that inspire you," he said smugly. "I want to see the outcome."

Rose felt her sketchbook being pressed lightly against her stomach and she let her arms wrap around it. He moved away, smiled and nodded his head, before leaving the common room. Rose remained in the middle of the common room, lost in thought and clutching her sketchbook. Biting her lip, she collapsed into the sofa and took a pencil out of her robes, opening the sketchbook to an empty page. Pressing the pencil tip against the paper, she let the picture draw itself; strong, sure strokes appeared on the page as the picture came to life.

There was nothing more inspirational than a kiss from Scorpius Malfoy.

A/N: ^.^

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