Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just playing in her world.
A/N:
I'm so sorry *looks down sadly* I didn't mean to take so long, but I was caught up in life and other projects, and I was completely uninspired for this. I got this idea in the shower last night. Heh. Forgive me for taking so long?
For: You. I promised you, didn't I? Next Generation, I said, and that's what you're getting.


Title: Call me.
Summary: She didn't notice the napkin until the next morning.
Genre: Romance
Rating: K+
Warning: N/A
Pairing/Character: Rose/Scorpius
Word Count: 431


Rose looked down at the creased napkin in her hands, turning it over time and time again, the words handwritten on it echoing in her mind. The Malfoy bloke was a mysterious one, she knew, and her father would hate it if he found out she'd had even the slightest of communication last night. They went through school with no memories of each other; they weren't friends, but nor were they enemies. Hell, they'd never even been forced to partner up in classes. They had nothing to do with each other; they were just two teenagers who happened to be in the same year at the same school.

That's why the napkin shocked her.

The night before, her day at the office had been twice as stressful as usual, and so she decided to treat herself to a glass of wine and a meal. So she went to the local restaurant; it wasn't too fancy nor too expensive, but the quality of the food was perfect for Rose. When she looked at the blond waiter, recognition hit her though she had to look at his name tag to remember his name. She ordered, ate, paid, and Scorpius was the only person to tend to her table.

As she stood up to leave, she bumped into him as he made to walk past her. Apologies were spoken, hands flew out to keep the other person on their feet. A last apology, a quick wave of goodbye, and Rose was gone.

She didn't notice the crumpled napkin in her pocket until the next morning.

And here she sat, napkin in hand, mind replaying the event of the previous night, wondering what encourages Scorpius to slip such a thing into her pocket. Rose flattened it out on her thigh, staring down at the words that were already so familiar.

It's Rose, right? Call me.

The message was followed up by a phone number, something that shocked Rose. Although she knew little about the boy, she knew of his family and they're anti-Muggle ways. Owning a Muggle device seemed like an odd thing for a Pureblood to do. But, then again, the Wizard and Muggle worlds were slowly crossing, and so Rose supposed she shouldn't have been so surprised.

She reached for the phone on her bedside table. Before she could let herself change her mind, she dialled the number and started the call, nervously pressing the phone against her ear.

"Hello?"


A/N: No, there won't be a follow up. Some things are better off unfinished. You can make whatever you want of this (:

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