100 Rose and Scorpius Drabbles
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Chapter IV: Sunrise
Malfoy was a morning person, always had been. As a child he woke up at the same time every morning, five o'clock, and would be wide awake for most of the day. This only worsened as he attended Hogwarts. He didn't need that much sleep, really, and each morning he would wake up at about half after four, even before the little ticking clock next to his bed could wake him up. By the time he was in his fifth year, he stopped setting his alarm, knowing that he would wake up at the same time each morning.
It was on an early morning in October that Scorpius awoke around four thirty and bathed, dressed, and organized his books before going down to the Great Hall, where he read in the Daily Prophet that it would be sunny. Scorpius was awfully fond of sunrises.
He was considering going outside just in time to sit by the lake and watch the sunrise when a certain auburn haired girl entered the Great Hall and joined the scarce numbers at the Gryffindor table.
Scorpius stood, smirking. His decision was made. Quietly he made his way to the Gryffindor table and plopped himself down next to a yawning Rose Weasley. "Morning."
Rose glanced wearily at his face and continued to pour herself some orange juice. She did not respond, probably because she was barely awake, Scorpius guessed. He eyed her tired face, the way her dark hair hung loosely from its sloppy bun, and her candy pink striped pajama bottoms beneath her black robes. She sipped on her orange juice slowly and began to unfold her copy of the Daily Prophet.
Scorpius lifted an arm and slapped a hand down on the paper, preventing her from reading the headlines.
She made a sour face and turned to face him. "Can I help you with something, my sugar plum?"
He smirked and removed his hand, "As a matter of fact, yes." He then stood and held out his hand for her to take.
She eyed it cautiously and then took it. He helped her up from her seat and began to lead her out of the Great Hall. "Where are you taking me?"
"Outside."
"For what, pray tell?!? It's cold out there!" She yanked her hand out of his and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before crossing her arms.
Scorpius sighed. "To watch the sun rise, my dear."
"Oh." With that, she trudged forward, past Scorpius, and continued out on the path to the lake. Scorpius rolled his eyes and strode after her, meeting up with her as she sat down in the dewy grass just a few feet from the edge of the water. Scorpius stood for a moment and stared at her small frame. Her head whipped around and she cried out, "Malfoy!" She lowered her tone, "Oh. You're right there. Are you going to sit down or just stand there like a moron?"
He sniggered. "You really know how to charm a bloke, Weasley." He sat down behind her, where she was sitting Indian style in the grass. He placed his legs on either side of her body and pressed his chest into her back, resting his chin on her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and settled his eyes on the horizon, watching for the upcoming daylight.
Lowly Rose commented, "You're molesting me, Malfoy."
He turned his head toward hers and closed his eyes. "You enjoy it, angel."
His breath tickled the skin on her neck. "How would you know what I enjoy, lovely?"
Scorpius shrugged. "I just do."
Rose didn't bother to pry any further. She really didn't care. He was right, just like he always was, although she would never dream of giving him the satisfaction of admitting he was right. Instead she grabbed his hands and intertwined her fingers in his. Quietly they sat together, one dressed in candy pink stripes, the other donned in black robes, and watched the purple-orange glow of Scorpius' sunrise.
