100 Rose and Scorpius Drabbles
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Chapter II: Teammates
Fourth year Potions was something that Rose Weasley was extremely good at, however she did not enjoy it. Why? Two words. Scorpius Malfoy. Whether Professor Slughorn found it was amusing to pair the two together for every potions lab and essay, or was unbelievably cruel, or just held a grudge against Rose, she did not know. But as of recent, Rose hated going to Potions.
Darling Scorpius had discovered a new way to make Rose lose her marbles – sabotage. He would purposely sabotage any potion they had to create to the point at which Rose could no longer fix it or even write an essay regarding the effect of each ingredient they added.
Scorpius Malfoy did not care one single bit, and Rose hardly doubted his grade in the class suffered at all. In fact, he cared so little about what he was doing that he sent Lorcan Scamander to the hospital wing, his face bubbling with boils that ooze disgusting pus. Malfoy had just laughed. Except it wasn't real laughter. It was snickering, which made Rose want to smack the hell out of him.
As she sat in the Potions classroom, head down, face in arms, she regretted being born. If she was not born, she would not have to face the monster sitting next to her.
Slughorn said something and clapped his hands, and suddenly the room was in motion. It was time to start their most recent antidote. Rose shuddered. She waited for something to explode in the cauldron in front of her. She decided she just wasn't going to participate this time. She squeezed her eyes shut and kept her head in her arms and waited for whatever doom Scorpius was brewing.
But the longer she waited, there was no explosion or nasty fizzling or horrid stench. She hadn't even heard Scorpius get up. She opened her eyes and lifted her head slightly to her right, only to discover Scorpius' face just inches away from hers, staring silently.
Rose lurched away and scowled. "What is your problem, Malfoy?"
Scorpius smirked and leaned back in his chair. "Wakey wakey."
"I wasn't sleeping, Malfoy," she commented with an annoyed tone. "I was waiting for you to blow up the school."
Malfoy continued to smirk. "Funny. Now get up and start the antidote."
Rose coldly spat, "Don't tell me what to do."
Malfoy glared.
"I'm not helping you today. Help yourself." She put her head back down into the cradle she made with her arms.
He sighed loudly. "Weasley, come on." He waited. She did not move. "Weasley."
Silence.
"Merlin. WEASLEY!"
Silence.
He rolled his gray eyes and sat forward, bringing his lips close to her ear. "Rose."
Rose jumped and lifted her head. "What?" She glanced at his face, making sure to avoid his eyes. She had made the mistake of looking at the eyes one time earlier in her fourth year and did not plan to make that mistake again.
His voice was suddenly very soft. "Help me." He tugged on a strand of her wavy auburn hair. "We're partners, you're supposed to help me."
Rose rolled her eyes. "Not if you're going to sabotage all of my progress." She turned her head the other way.
Scorpius sighed. "I won't. I promise."
She glanced back at him. He held out a pinky. She stared at it hesitantly before grabbing it with her own pinky. "Teammates again?" Scorpius suggested in a pleasant manner that Rose couldn't quite take seriously. She let go of his pinky and stood up.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't call me Rose again."
Scorpius smirked.
