AN: This is written for Round Three of the Quidditch Leaque, the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp: flabbergastesd, and the Pairing Set Boot Camp: Dom/Scorpius.

Prompts: Maybe, maybe not, "Forget about it," and blue.

Word Count: 1,615

Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling and I don't claim to be so I don't own anything Harry Potter nor do I profit from this.

Unexpected

Scorpius Malfoy stood off to the side with of the garden a cup of punch in his hand. He knew that he shouldn't have come, not after what happened between him and Rose. He was shocked that he hadn't been the cause of an argument yet, especially considering the fact that Rose's father who was very protective over her, didn't much like Scorpius and blamed him for everything.

A situation that wasn't even his fault in the first place; he did everything possible to keep Rose happy – even at the expense of his happiness. But it was never enough. Nothing he did even mattered to her and that hurt him the most.

He honestly thought Rose was different and wasn't like other girls. Scorpius was shocked that she treated him like that after all that he'd done for her. He'd given her everything she ever wanted and needed.

But it didn't matter. It never matter.

He shook his head.

Stop thinking about it, Scorpius told himself, firmly. It wasn't your fault.

The nagging voice in his brain spoke up again. Or was it?

Even though he knew that it wasn't his fault, he couldn't stop blaming himself and thinking that he could have done something different, something that would have kept them together.

"Why are you being a loner and standing alone by yourself?" a familiar female voice said, pulling him out of his thoughts. Scorpius didn't care enough to look and see who it was.

"Does it look like anyone would want to talk to me?" he retorted, taking a sip of his drink and glancing around the garden, as if to prove his point.

"Well, you showed up," she stated. "You obviously came for a reason….and who cares what everyone else thinks."

Scorpius turned to look at her and wished he hadn't. Standing before him was none other than Dominique Weasley, who was wearing her lavender Weasley sweater with a gold D stitched on the front. He slowly felt a strange feeling in his stomach that couldn't be shoved away.

Don't tell me your old crush is coming back, he thought as he stared at her. No, it can't be. That crush didn't mean anything and she's not in my league.

"I'm still technically a family friend," Scorpius told her. "Even if a certain redheaded Weasley hates me. I'm completely sure that her father hates me too."

Dominique crossed her arms and stared at him. "Well, Uncle Ron thinks that his perfect little daughter can do no wrong; which is a load of bullshit."

Scorpius glanced over to where Ron stood talking with Bill and Charlie. "Forget about it," he said simply, thinking another sip of his drink.

"You're the one who brought it up," Dominique reminded him. After a moment of silence, she went on. "Do you still love her?"

Scorpius stared at her blankly. "Maybe," he said. "Maybe not."

"You don't sound too sure about that," Dominique said, tilting her head at him inquisitively. "So I'm guessing that you never did in the first place, but that's odd seeing as you were dating for three years."

Scorpius shrugged. "I don't know…I thought I did. I even thought that we would last forever, but I guess not; she obviously didn't feel the same way about us."

"Well, not everyone ends up with their Hogwarts boyfriend or girlfriend," Dominique said, a hint of sadness and anger mixed with venom in her voice.

Scorpius looked at her. "I guess we both know how the other feels."

Dominique leaned against a tree trunk. "We both know what it's like to be cheated on and hurt by someone you thought you knew." She scoffed. "I thought family was always supposed to be there for you. I never thought my own bloody cousin would make a move on my boyfriend."

Scorpius slowly turned his head and wished he hadn't. On the other side of the garden, Rose and Lorcan were sitting on a blanket underneath a tree, talking and giggling like schoolchildren.

"You know, it's sickening seeing your ex flirting with your cousin," Dominique said.

Scorpius looked at Dominique with a puzzled look. "How do you stand seeing them together?"

"I can't," she told him, truthfully. "Every time I see them together, I get this urge to hex the hell out of both of them. But Victoire, Molly and sometimes Roxanne hold me back. Vic even takes my wand away from me sometimes." She paused and looked at him for a moment. "How can you stand that."

Scorpius shrugged.

Dominique reached over, took Scorpius' cup and downed the rest of the liquid inside. "Figures," she said. "James must have spiked the punch."

"Maybe that was why I could handle seeing all the public displays of affections between Rose and Lorcan."

"There is a secret stash of fire whiskey in the old tree house," Dominique stated, ignoring Scorpius. She looked towards the edge of the garden where the largest tree stood.

"Why is it in the tree house?" Scorpius asked, puzzled.

Dominique shrugged. "It hasn't been used since Lily was seven or eight. And none of the adults go over there, so James and Fred thought it would be the perfect hiding spot. Honestly, it's pretty handy that it's there; I don't think I could go through family gatherings with Rose and Lorcan without causing a scene."

"I always thought you were one of the Weasleys who loved causing scenes?" Scorpius said to her, looking confused yet again.

Dominique gave a small smile. "In Hogwarts, I didn't care. But during a family gathering, I'd rather not have to face the wrath of Grandmum Molly – she's scary when she's angry. Besides, I don't want to ruin something that she worked so hard on." She looked over to where her mother was talking with Audrey and Angelina. "Not to mention, I would never hear the end of it from my mother."

Scorpius fell into step beside Dominique as she slowly made her way over towards the treehouse. "Sounds like we both have one strict parent."

"For two people who couldn't be more different, we seem to have some things in common," Dominique stated before they fell into a comfortable silence.

As they walked, Scorpius couldn't help but notice Rose glance at the pair with a look on her face that resembled a mix of sadness and confusion.

Why does she care who I decide to spend my time with? Scorpius thought. She didn't seem to care when she decided to cheat on me with her own cousin's boyfriend.

A few moments later, they were sitting in the tree house with a few bottles of fire whiskey sitting between them, talking. Scorpius actually felt comfortable and content with talking with Dominique because she knew how he felt and knew that he didn't really want to talk about their situations.

Scorpius was surprised to learn that they have more in common than just their one strict parent, their situation and their Hogwarts house. They both liked the same Quidditch team, some of the same muggle bands, their favorite color was both green and they both didn't care what their families or anyone thought about them.

"You know, I never thought we'd actually end up talking like this," Dominique stated. "Since we never did at school because we never had classes or anything together. The four year age difference was too much."

Scorpius shrugged. "Some things just happen I guess. We didn't really choose for everything in our lives to go to hell."

"True," Dominique agreed, suppressing a small giggle that was caused by the fire whiskey. "It's funny really; how quickly things can change."

Scorpius glanced at her and couldn't help but get lost in her features. Her light blue eyes were protected by long, pale eyelashes. Her nose held a light trail of freckles and her long wavy, silvery-blonde hair fell halfway down her back.

He didn't know if it was because of the fire whiskey or his old crush, but he was feeling something for Dominique in that moment.

"You know, I want to thank you," Dominique said, forcing Scorpius out of his thoughts.

"For what?"

Dominique pushed the empty bottles of fire whiskey out of her way and moved across the floor of the tree house until she was sitting next to Scorpius. "For letting me vent to you, for listening to me and just for being there for me."

"We were here for each other," Scorpius stated, reaching over and taking Dominique's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Dominique leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thank you," she said again. "I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't have talked to you."

In a way, she was right, because Scorpius didn't know what he would have done if it weren't for her. They were united in this, not be choice, but by a force of will.

Scorpius shifted until they were face to face and he was slowly leaning forward and pressing his lips to Dominique's. He felt her hesitate for a split second before responding eagerly. His hands wrapped around her waist on their free will and he felt her hands tangle in his hair.

After a moment, they pulled apart for much needed air. Scorpius couldn't help but laugh and Dominique giggled along with him. If someone had told him in his fifth year that he would end up kissing Dominique Weasley he would have been flabbergasted and laughed in their face.

They weren't exactly a couple, but they were two people who understood each other. They found a solace in each other that they couldn't get anywhere else.