100 Rose and Scorpius Drabbles
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Chapter V: Snow
Sometimes Rose threw snowballs. Sometimes. Winter was her least favourite season. It was cold and full of wet, heavy snow, and since it rained all the bloody time on the isle of Great Britain, it was only expected it snowed all the bloody time once it got cold enough. However, the snow wasn't all bad. Because sometimes Rose made snowballs and threw them. Mainly she threw snowballs at her pesky brother Hugo or Albus when he was being a prat, or when her cousin James invited her to be on his team for the snowball wars that raged on and on every Saturday for four months. It wasn't that she was uppity and didn't appreciate fun that she didn't throw snowballs, it was because she despised being hit with a snowball, and a certain someone made it a custom since first year to make sure his first snowball of the season hit Rose Weasley square in the face.
It was the first real snowfall of December, and the fourth year Gryffindor had been dreading setting foot in the good eight to ten inches of snow since she first saw little flakes falling from the sky a week ago. She knew that somewhere outside would a lurking felon, a ruthless tossing machine, a snowball menace. Scorpius Fucking Hyperion Malfoy.
She couldn't avoid it any longer, however, because her mum was starting to send howlers, demanding that she write her back. In order to write Mrs. Weasley back, Rose would have to go to the owlery to send her letter. The owlery was outside. Today would be the day she could no longer avoid the doom that awaited.
Rose stood in the doorway that led to the snowy white terrace full of forts and trees and all sorts of places for enemies to lurk behind. She shivered. She watched as groups of first years and second years frolicked in the snow, couples sat on the benches soaking up the romanticism of the snowflakes, older years playing more serious, competitive games in the far side of the courtyard. Perhaps she could walk across and into the safety zone without being noticed. Fat chance.
She gripped her letter and stuffed it into one of the back pockets on her jeans and pulled her blue knit stocking cap over her long hair before trudging out into the snow. She made it halfway across the lawn and weighed her chances of getting away from a very well hidden Slytherin boy this one time. Her mind told her fat chance once more, but her legs were moving at the speed of lightning. Maybe, just maybe she would-
SMACK!
Rose stopped dead in her tracks. She squeezed her eyes shut and gasped in shock at the sudden cold, icy snow now plastered to her face. Her jaw fell open and she stood, arms frozen at her sides. Ever so slowly she moved her hands to her face and wiped the remains of a very well-made snowball from her vision. Her whole face was numb, and thanks to not wearing gloves while handling snow, now her hands were too. She violently wiped her wet hands on the sides of her jeans and slowly spun an entire 360 degrees, looking for the attacker.
No one in the nearby area was paying any attention to her, nor did any of them look guilty in the slightest bit. Rose continued to spin in a circle. Her mind was telling her to just make a run for it, but another part needed to know where the smarmy cockroach was. She muttered under her breath, "Where the hell are y-"
SMACK!
The second one was just as out of nowhere and numbing as the first. Rose gasped in shock and rubbed her face, trying to get some feeling back. She gritted her teeth and stomped forward into deeper snow toward the tall oak tree. She balled her hands up into fists as she shouted up into the tree, "Scorpius Malfoy, I know you're up there! Stop throwing damned-"
Suddenly a snow ball hit the tree trunk in front of her, causing her to jump and finish her former sentence with a high pitched shriek instead of the word "snowballs". She spun around.
There, standing about ten feet away from her, was Scorpius Malfoy, bouncing a huge snowball in his gloved hand. He grinned at her.
Rose exhaled and narrowed her eyes. "You are an arse!" She stomped over to him and shoved him.
Scorpius staggered back but caught his balance. He sniggered and tossed another snowball at her, hitting her in the leg.
"Malfoy! Ugh, you're despicable!" She slapped him on the arm.
"Hey, it's not my fault you can't take a hit, Weasley," he raised his arms defensively.
Rose snorted, "It's hardly fair when I can't even see where they're coming from."
Malfoy only continued to smirk, soft chuckles filling the air around them.
"Stop laughing, it isn't funny! I think there was a chunk of ice in that second one…" Rose's hand shot up to her face as she said this. She frowned and lowered it. "Stop laughing, you arse!" Malfoy was practically doubling over with laughter now. Rose's face grew even redder than it already was. Suddenly she screamed, "STOP IT!" Malfoy hardly had time to look surprised before she came at him with a forceful shove. He gripped at her sleeves instinctively and pulled her down with him. Both made groans of discomfort as they hit the snow-covered ground below.
Rose squirmed and tried to stand up, but Malfoy's grip on her arms was too tight. "Let go of me." She glared down into his smirking face.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No."
"Do it or I'll…I'll…" Rose glared into his gray eyes searching for a way to make him let her go.
"Or you'll what?" He smirked some more.
"I'll…kiss you." A triumphant expression flickered across her face for a second, but judging by the broadening of his grin, her threat had not created the effect she had hoped for. She frowned.
Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "Do it then, Freckles."
Rose huffed and continued to glare down at his gray eyes, which always used to seem cold and hard but now seemed to glisten with some weird energy and satisfaction. Maybe it was all the white snow going to her head and causing her to hallucinate things. She could suddenly hear her heartbeat in her head. In the battle of gray versus hazel, the gray was winning. She felt lightheaded and was unaware of how close her face was to Scorpius'.
She realized she had waited too long to follow through with her threat when Scorpius lifted his head a bit and lightly pressed his lips to hers. It was a mere peck, and he pulled away, awaiting her reaction.
Rose closed her eyes and put her forehead to his, lowered her chin, and kissed him. Scorpius returned the kiss lightly at first, and then deepened it little by little while placing his hands on her hips. Rose parted her lips for a fraction of a moment, and he took the opportunity to use his tongue to take the kiss to its highest potential before it became snogging. The kiss lasted a bit longer before Rose pulled away and stood up slowly, minding the ringing in her ears and her lightheadedness. She brushed the snow off her sweater and checked to make sure her letter was still in her back pocket.
Scorpius propped himself up on his elbows and stared up at her, a confused look on his face.
Rose paused and said, "Two words, Malfoy. No tongue." And with that, she strode off, chin in the air.
