The Rebel Kiss

There were a pair of converse on the table.
They were purple high-tops, the rubbers covered in words that laced throughout eachother, spelling out lyrics to songs related only by their varied singers' spiked hair.
The feet inside them were twitching along to, most likely, one of those songs on those shoes.

Scorpius raised an eyebrow.

Rose was the only girl he knew that would choose to wear her beaten-up converse with her school uniform, her hair an orange mess haloed around her head, catching the light and flashing different colours.

Damn witch should never have discover colour-changing spells. Or dye. Or whatever it was she did to make her Weasley/Granger hybrid hair even more visually offensive.
She was, it was true, something else entirely.

"Yes?"

She raised an eyebrow to match his own, quill pausing.

"Seat taken?"
"Oh yes. My invisible friend, Sally. She's protective of it. Best watch out for her."
Scorpius paused. Her mouth twitched.

"Funny."
She shrugged, twirling her quill. "I try, I try."

xoxox

Scorpius really liked the colour green, even though, as a Gryffindor, he probably ought not too. It was probably the centuries of Slytherin showing in his blood.
He flicked his blonde hair out of his eyes and concentrated on the green line he was drawing, spirals and knots twisting their way around his arm in a complex sharpie tattoo.
"You know, it's not really badass unless they're permanent. Sharpie just won't cut it, bud."
"Thanks for the tip."
"No problem, one rebel to another."
"Is that what we are? Rebels?"
He turned to look at her, that Malfoy smirk in place.
"Of course," she said, her own half smile quirking her mouth. "Look at us. Look at you, sitting all pretty in Gryffindor. Look at me-I flunked a class. I. Flunked. A. Class. Mother's daughter? I think not..."
"Okay. We all know that Divination is not a class. Plus I've heard your mother walked out of Divination. So yes, mother's daughter you are."
She curled her legs up under her, turning to face him on the couch.
"Fine. Well, then-"
He interrupted her. "Let's be honest here, Rosie." she glared, "I'm the only real rebel here. I'm a rebel to my whole family. You...you're just more colourful."
She sat back on her heels, regarding him.
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"Well then, Mr. Rebel, I'll have you know that I can think of something even more rebellious than that. So rebellious, in fact, that it's practically forbidden."
He felt that bubble start to grow in his chest, and fought back a grin.
"Really, now? Please, do tell..."

Rose shook her head. "Oh, no. I couldn't possibly tell you. I think...you'll have to guess." She was closer again, kneeling on the couch, facing him. He turned his head towards her, letting his grin break out.

"I like this game. Is it..." he began trailing his fingers up her arm, lightly. She shuddered, slightly. "illegal?"

"No," she said, coolly. He admired her self control. "Hm...then," sitting up on his knees to get closer to her, "Is it... dangerous?"

She smiled as his hands headed back up to her shoulders. "Deadly."
"Ah," he slid a hand behind her neck. "How about life-changing?"
"Potentially." she was whispering now, voice husky. He pulled her closer, gently. "Fun?" He grinned, examining her face.
"Of course," she but her lip, lightly.
"I think i've got a guess," her murmured, just brushing her lips.
"I think you're wrong," she whispered right back, sending chills down his spine.

"I don't think I care."
And he kissed her, every little anti-Granger, anti-Weasley moment pouring out, every disappointed look he'd gotten for that "I'm in Gryffindor, Dad!" letter, every moment he'd ever wanted to fight back.
Rose pulled away slightly, smiling. "Rebelling is fun." she whispered into his mouth, surging forwards again.


"My invisible friend Sally" was stolen from a girl who I hope shall read this and recognize it. =]