100 Rose and Scorpius Drabbles

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Chapter III: Sadness

Rose had never really had a real boyfriend. She and Lysander Scamander were childhood loves from the sandbox, but as they grew up, they had grown apart. Rose became distant, Lysander became very quiet. There was Aidan Finnigan in third year, but that was only because her father had told her to go for a Quidditch player. They only snogged twice, besides. And the thing with Malfoy last year? Well, that didn't really count.

Rose had her first real boyfriend when she was sixteen – bittersweet sixteen. The only reason she called Nathaniel Corner her first boyfriend was because he was the first boy to break her heart. Except for Malfoy, but he didn't count.

Sixth year Rose sat in the library on a cold November day and smiled forlornly as she thought about this. Oh how she had been so stupid, so blind. Nathaniel had two timed her, cheated on her, fooled around with Josephina Macmillan behind her back.

As Rose sat in her corner of the library, staring blankly at the book before her, she uttered allowed, "Bloody scum."

Never had she felt so humiliated, depressed, or helpless. Until she then heard an unfortunately familiar drawl.

"Do you always talk to yourself, Weasley?"

She glanced up to confirm the pale face, gray eyes, and perfect blonde hair that matched the voice. Her brain screamed, "Go away, Malfoy," but her mouth could not form the words.

Scorpius seated himself across from her, putting his feet up on the table. "What's wrong with you? You look like someone just murdered your cat."

She smiled, tears welling up behind her hazel eyes. She wasn't laughing at him, she was laughing at herself.

She choked and emitted a strangled sob, her body shaking. She covered her face with her hands. Now that she allowed herself to cry, she couldn't stop. She removed her hands from her face and pushed her hair away from her face. She gasped, making sobbing noises between each ragged breath.

Scorpius put his feet down immediately and sat up. A concerned look crossed his face, his brow creased in confusion and surprise. "Hey. What the hell is this? You're crying in front of me?"

All she could do was shake her head miserably. She quite frankly did not care. In all honesty, he was the only person she could cry in front of.

He stood and walked to her side, kneeling down so that his head was level with about her shoulders. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her so that she was facing him.

"Hey. Rose, what's wrong?"

More tears blurred her vision. He had called her Rose. It tore a new sort of hole in her heart. She gasped. "He's w-with fucking Josie M-M-Macmillan." She couldn't control her sobs or her stammering. It was like the hiccups. They came involuntarily.

Scorpius frowned. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned forward, resting his head against her chest. Rose wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face into his shoulder. She tried to let his scent calm her nerves, but even when her loud sobbing ceased, silent tears still dampened his shirt.

He rubbed her back in small circles and softly spoke, "Fuck, Weasley, it's only Corner." He paused. "He doesn't deserve you anyway."

Rose just shook her head.

Scorpius silently rubbed her back until she closed her eyes and almost felt that she could fall asleep right on his shoulder. He helped her gather her books and escorted her out of the library, straight to the Gryffindor Common Room, giving anyone who bothered to ask her what was the matter a dirty look. Before she walked through the portrait hole, he grabbed her arm. "I'll fix it, Rose." He placed a light kiss on her forehead and was gone.

The next morning in Transfiguration, Nathaniel Corner came in considerably late, sporting a nasty shiner the size of a human fist.