Written for Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-Athon Competition (December) – Prompt4: Infatuated

Written for the Duct-tape Competition – Prompt: Pink – Write about your OTP

Written for Book-Quotes Boot Camp – Prompt18: Nothing that's worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that. – Message in a Bottle.

Written for Fav Era Boot Camp – Prompt10: Imagination

Written for Setting Boot Camp – Prompt10: Stuck in a rut

Written for OTP Boot Camp – Prompt18: Helpless

(Word Count: 499)

Ever since Scorpius had seen Rose and Hoffman ready to tear the clothes off each other, he couldn't get the image out of his head. It never failed to anger him, and that only meant one thing: he was constantly angry. He also had started to device ways to kill Alan Hoffman without making it look like murder. That was only when he felt the closest to being happy those days.

To say that Scorpius was confused was a huge understatement. He couldn't separate his feelings for Rose – in fact he couldn't decide what he felt for her. The only lead he had was that he didn't like seeing Hoffman give her cocky knowing looks and Rose's blushing response. And that wasn't much to go on, was it? He wished to Merlin that he could talk to someone about it, but his only closest friend was also Rose's cousin brother. He couldn't imagine himself talking about his feelings with Albus.

After two weeks of moodiness and deep thoughts, Scorpius decided that it was only attraction that he felt for Rose. She was good-looking after all. Pale blue eyes, fiery red hair, tiny almost invisible freckles around her nose, plush pink lips, short and petite form, her intelligence and witty nature – what more could a guy ask? Yes, what more could he ask, especially when she wasn't even into him. He bet that she thought of him with nothing except disgust and irritation. How he wished to Merlin that he could change that!

"What's going on with you?" Albus questioned.

"Huh?" Scorpius mumbled. They had been sitting outside by the lake, trying to get their work done. Well, it looked like Albus had pretty much got it done; his parchment was filled with ink.

"You haven't written a word, just staring ahead with a funny expression," Albus stated, chuckling.

Scorpius merely shrugged and sighed out loud.

"What's up, mate?" Albus asked. His voice was free of humour and filled with genuine concern.

"Don't get all touchy-feely with me, Potter," Scorpius said in a playful manner, putting on a fake smile.

Albus studied him with raised eye-brows for a moment, and then shaking his head turned back to his parchment. Scorpius did too, and began to write fiercely, almost blotting the parchment.

After a while, he heard Albus say, "You can talk to me about girls, Scorpius."

"Yes, but not about the one who's your sister." He muttered under his breath.

As if on cue, someone approached them. He looked up to find Rose standing with her bag slinging on her side and two huge library books in her arms. Their eyes met, he pursed his lips, and she nodded curtly.

Scorpius rolled his eyes and turned back to his books. That was the only thing he could do. After all, only he knew of his attraction for her. Only he could feel the stiffness of his shoulders and the racing heart in his chest. Appearing nonchalant and rude was affordable.

AN: There you go! It was a little different in my head, but you know how characters can take over. Hope you enjoyed this! If you have any requests, do let me know. =)

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