Written for Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition (December) – Prompt3: Enchanting
Written for OTP Boot Camp – Prompt19: Breathless
Written for Fav-Era Boot Camp – Prompt11: Driven
Written for Head Canon Boot Camp – Prompt24: Tweeter
Written for Television Quote Boot Camp – Prompt16:I'd pay real money to see that – Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Written for The Sherlock Competition – Prompt: Part 1 – 13. Write about someone who's a bit odd.
If Scorpius hadn't gotten to know Rose – really gotten to know her – he never would have realized what a bookworm she truly was. Yes, the library and its books were her first best friends. But when he meant bookworm, those weren't the books he was referring to. Somehow (he couldn't imagine how) she had managed to find time for some extra reading, and it wasn't school work.
Rose Weasley had an interest in fiction written by the muggle authors. Though he had nothing against them, he wasn't particularly fond of their art. He didn't see the point in investing his time when something worthy could be done with it. But Rose was a whole different case. She had tons and tons of books of diverse nature. When she began talking about them, she could go on for ages. People tended to avoid her when she got into that zone. Nobody could understand her obsession with something that wasn't even real!
But in the end, it was always Scorpius with whom she ended with when she wanted to talk about her latest read. Scorpius never really grasped one bit of her words. He was far too enchanted by her animated manner, the excitement on her face, the crazed and almost mad glint in her widened eyes, and the beaming smile on her face while she spoke. Her words came out so fast that it was impossible to make sense of them. But he inferred one thing from it: the stories in her head meant something to her, he didn't understand why but he accepted it without a fight. And honestly, it was a lie if he said that it didn't turn him on.
"Merlin, you are adorable!" He said and planted a very passionate kiss on her lips before trailing wet kisses along the length of her neck.
"Scorpius! I haven't completed the story yet!" She complained while laughing – knowing him and his intentions all too well – and trying to push him off her.
"Later, love. Later . . ." He promised, knowing that it would just lead to another round of intimacy. He didn't really mind that though. And apparently, Rose didn't either. Because she began kiss him back forgetting everything but him. Or so he liked to think.
AN: Um, a little different than the first two. :P I hope you enjoyed reading this! Let me know what you thought of it :)