Why Scorpius Loves and Hates Rose Weasley From A to Z

AN: Enjoy this little piece of work, I just had to type out. I get random spurts of writer's block on occasion, so savor this.

Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah, by the way my name is not JK Rowling, let's get on with it shall we?

B is for Beauty

He doesn't understand it when Connor Crabbe and his buddies decide to talk about all the girls in Hogwarts. I mean, yes, most of them were utterly beautiful but did he really need to have such... an obsession with them all? It was like his lifetime wish was to bed all the girls that step foot in Hogwarts.

But he never really minded until they reached the 'W's of their list and landed on Rose.

"Have you seen her? She's freaking perfect." Connor said, licking his lips. Scorpius rolled his eyes. Rose, perfect? Hardly.

"I mean, she it's not like she isn't well-endowed, that's for sure." Connor sniggered with his friends. Scorpius was beginning to find it harder to concentrate on his Trans homework as he was sitting behind those dolts, and Connor had a bit of a speech-control problem. Still, this was a library, not a meeting place.

"Here she comes." One of his croonies said, as Rose came to look for a book. It was mindblowingly irritating how it became clear how right Crabbe was about her being well-endowed and how blatantly it was on display right now.

Connor wolf-whistled as Rose struggled to reach a book on a high shelf. Rose tuned her furious shade of red and faced him.

"You loathesome little pig." she insulted and Connor rolled his eyes. "Now, if you excuse me, we have work to do." she turned back around to face the bookshelf, snatched the book she was looking for, and went back to her table. Scorpius smiled to himself shortly, before he realized that she wasn't here alone and she was not with Lorcan because Lorcan was with Lysander, bribing house-elves for food with sweets.

Scorpius was right, and there he was only a shelf behind her. Nicholas Corner, in all his stupid glory. He smiled at her and Rose beamed, looking positively beautiful. Her hair looked more manageable today, her eyes sparkling, and there was just a glow about her he never saw most of the time.

Connor sighed to his friends. "Look like Nick's got that one covered. Damn, I was having fun thinking of all the pent-up freak fantasies she must be holding in too."

Scorpius looked at Rose again and he decided he hated how beautiful she was. It was cruel beauty, taunting him with every smile worthy enough to pass her lips. And it was because of him. It wasn't like when Connor and his goons ogled her, he knows that'll never get past insults.
And it wasn't like when Lorcan helps her dress for Hogsmeade because he was her best friend... and he was Lorcan.

He kept telling himself that whatever this rotten feeling pooling in his stomach was, it was not jealousy. It was not jealousy. He was not jealous of Nicholas Corner, in anyway shape or form.

But as her cruel beautiful self allowed Nicholas to wrap an arm around her shoulders, his mantra turned into "Don't hex him. Don't hex him. Don't. Hex. Him."

Scorpius turned himself away from her, and put his head in his Transfiguration book.

"So, what do you think of Dominique?"

Does it seem fair that he knew Nick wouldn't stand the pressure? That he knew when word of Nick and Rose got out, Nick would probably chicken out?

To be fair, when you have Fred, James, and Albus all pointing their wands at your neck for just wrapping an arm around their cousin, the rest of the relationship starts to look a little grim.

Fred said he would magically castrate him if he hurt Rose, and then magic him back together and apart so many times he would wish he was dead. James and Albus both thought that any threat they said after that would never live up to that one. Nicholas agreed.

Kimberly was very mad at her boyfriend though, long brown hair flying after her when she she stomped down to the Gryffindor common room to meet him, sitting in his favorite chair next to James and Albus, who rested on a couch.

"You bloody prat!" Kimberly hit him over the head from behind with the pillow she wrestled from Albus.

"What? It's not our anniversary or your birthday, I didn't do anything wrong!" he said, rubbing his head. "Ow."

"Yes. Yes you did. And by the way, you don't even know when our anniversary is-"

"Yes I do!"

"No you- anyway, you have a bigger problem. Nicholas Corner broke up with Rose today, for your information. She's a wreck. Last time, I saw her she was crying her bloody eyes out."

"So?"

"So? So! This is your fault. He couldn't handle two dudes, almost descendants of Harry freaking Potter, and.. you pointing their wands up his arse every two seconds." Kimberly spat, assaulting him with the pillow once more.

"And she's really upset?" Albus interjected, as he heard Caroline's characteristic pacing started to pound on the floorboards.

Kimberly stopped beating Fred senseless and glared at Albus as he heard Caroline's pacing grow faster and harder.

Fred looked at the ceiling. "I guess he's not having children anytime soon."

"And you, my dear boyfriend..." her voice turned sickly sweet. Fred gulped as she straightened his Gryffindor tie. "You won't even get the chance to preform the act of creating children if you don't fix this." Kimberly patted Fred's head and stormed off. "Prick."

"You're so whipped." James laughed. Fred glowered at him.

"Am not!" he pouted.

"Are too." Kimberly said, stomping up the stairs. Fred opened his mouth to retort but a satisfying slam caught his words.

Fred looked at Albus and James. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"Become a friar?" Albus suggested. James snorted.

"You know what, you're really funny." Fred pretended to laugh.

"Really?"

"No! Now, go find Rose!"

There she was, in the library again. Only, her beauty wasn't cruel to him this time. This time, it was softer... lighter... more delicate.

Her hair was in a wild ponytail and it was flatter, dejected. And her eyes were red and shiny, unshed tears weeping in the corners, almost peeking out but afraid to fall. Because she refused to let them. And her face was enlightened by the moon in the window she was staring out of. He sighed.

That caught her attention. She looked up and saw it was him. And he saw that she was beautiful in every way. She didn't need to cake make-up on her face like Minnie Brown did at all. She was beautiful right here right now.

Except the fact that she was crying...

"So... everyone in the Weasley-Potter clan is searching for you." Scorpius said and Rose nodded.

"I expected that." she said and it was barely a whisper, barely her voice.

"Hugo and Lily have a bullhorn... you might want to hurry back." he said, but Rose didn't appear to hear him. She wiped at a pesky tear and he looked at her. Really looked at her for the first time in awhile.

And Scorpius decided that she was beautiful, and he loved how beautiful, how amazingly and incredibly beautiful his rival was. She and him still compete in their silly grade games. Although, he would hardly call them "games" or "silly" when he and Rose are both in the zone. It's more like a duel.

And right now, life wouldn't be quite right if they both weren't in the zone. So that's what he told himself. He was just helping her get back on track, for the sake of a fair fight. Malfoys don't play dirty. At least not anymore.

I imagine the first chapter to take place in Rose/Scorpius's fourth year and this one in fitfth. Sorry for misunderstandings.

And Rose is Gryffindor while Scorpius is in Ravenclaw. He and Al became friends which sparked their little rivalry.