Written for Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition (December) – Prompt2: Insulting

Written for OTP Boot Camp – Prompt18: Drawn

Written for Fav-Era Boot Camp – Prompt10: Strange

Written for the Sherlock Competition – Prompt: Part 1 – 10. Write about someone falling in love.

Written for Rivalry Boot Camp – Prompt9: Convoluted

Word Count - 494

Acquaintances, that's what they were – Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy. Despite being in each other's company for most of the time each day (all due to Albus Potter of course) they weren't friends. There was too much pride and competition involved for them to give in. They had their reputation to keep up after all. Albus had broken the tradition by befriending Scorpius, but exceptions were always a novelty.

And so they existed, merely tolerating each other and just cordial enough for five years, making sure that they wouldn't slip into the 'friendship zone.'

It was one December evening that things changed, most of the fifth years had decided to stay back at Hogwarts due to the heavy homework load and Albus, Rose and Scorpius were among them.

Scorpius was in the lonelier part of the library, trying to get some work done when he heard some books being knocked down (that's what he presumed), followed by some giggling. He huffed in exasperation knowing all too well what was going on. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. The only reason why he preferred being alone while studying was because he concentrated better that way. Yes, he was used to the rendezvous of different couples from time to time but that night he wasn't in the mood to tolerate anything. It was quite late, he was tired and sleepy, he couldn't grasp the concept which he was trying to learn, and the giggling behind the shelves was getting on his nerves.

Instead of accepting his exhaustion and packing up, he stood up feeling unnecessarily angry and walked over to the next aisle.

"Some people are trying to–" he started to lecture when he stopped short at the picture in front of him.

Rose Weasley and Alan Hillock stood frozen in their positions. Scorpius observed that the couple was locked in a tight embrace, their uniforms a haphazard mess. While Rose looked embarrassed at being caught, Alan simply smirked while looking extremely cocky.

Something happened to Scorpius. He was having trouble breathing, his fingers were trembling and he felt beyond raged.

"Are trying to study." He growled through gritted teeth, completing his sentence and walked away without another look at them.

He went back to his table, his fists clenched and face flushed. After some initial whispering, everything was quiet again. But he couldn't concentrate any more. No matter how much he stared at the notes in front of him, all he could think was of Rose being groped – he wanted to beat up Hillock and threaten him, telling him to never even look at Rose, let alone touch her – He couldn't bear the thought of her being touched by someone . . . someone who wasn't him.

Only then did he realize that something was very wrong. Yes, something was indeed very wrong. Scorpius continued to sit for the next two hours, pondering over his thoughts, angry, confused and slightly horrified.

AN: I had fun writing this one, hope you enjoyed it too. :D Please let me know what you thought of it, and if you have any requests, I'll see what I can do with them.