100 Rose and Scorpius Drabbles
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Chapter VIII: Jealousy
"Looks like Vaisey's caught a glimpse of the golden snitch! But so has Corner! Whoever catches the snitch first wins the match!" The young commentator's voice rang throughout the pitch and in Scorpius Malfoy's ears as the Slytherin team maneuvered through a mass of Ravenclaw players, passing the quaffle from one side of the pitch to the other. Scorpius did not have the time to take a glance at Vaisey, the team's fourth year seeker, who was flying off in the other direction, neck-in-neck with Nathaniel Corner in pursuit of the snitch. Zabini had tossed the quaffle at him, and he caught it with agility. He leaned forward on his broomstick and cut sharply to the left, raising the quaffle in his right hand above his head. His shoulder throbbed from a nasty collision with a bludger earlier in the game, but without hesitation he whipped the quaffle at the middle ring, aimed perfectly at the Ravenclaw keeper's face. The keeper's eyes widened and instinctively he threw up his hands to cover his face. He lost balance on his broomstick and plummeted toward the ground, allowing the quaffle to go through the ring, earning Slytherin another ten points.
Malfoy smirked and flew back into formation, mumbling the score to himself, "Slytherin – 80, Ravenclaw – 30."
Suddenly the crowd below was roaring, and he took the opportunity to take a quick glance at the fierce fight for the snitch at the other end of the pitch. Both Corner and Vaisey were in deep concentration, both with arms extended toward the golden snitch, and neither was paying any attention to the bludger Flint had just hit their way.
Malfoy knew it was intended to hit Corner, and Flint's aim never failed. Suddenly the bludger came into rough contact with Corner's side, knocking him down and away from the snitch. In a heartbeat Vaisey gained speed and wrapped his fingers around the golden snitch. The Slytherin fans' screams grew louder as Vaisey floated his way to the ground, where he was soon joined by the rest of his team. The commentator could barely be heard, "And Slytherin wins the match!"
The celebration was short lived, however, when Corner met up with Flint and started a physical brawl, having to be separated by Hooch. "Take it easy, you two. Pick it up, take it back to the changing rooms. Match is over, no more fighting. Do you understand?"
Scorpius took a long, hot shower in the Slytherin changing room and tried his best to hide his quickly bruising shoulder from Brutus Flint, who, being Captain, would surely make a fuss out of it and find him a replacement until Pomfrey fixed him up. He dressed hastily and engaged himself in the victory shouts and jeering of the other team as he gathered his things and headed outside.
The sun was starting to set, and he hoped to Merlin he didn't have prefect duties that night because he had one thing in mind and one thing only, and it involved getting totally pissed at the victory party probably already beginning in the Slytherin common room. He wanted to get totally pissed, not hear a word out of Izzy Nott's fat mouth, and perhaps send an inappropriate, harassing owl to his father before passing out on the common room floor
With these thoughts set in his mind, Malfoy set out on the path back to the castle, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and trudged silently along until he came up behind the couple that reminded him of the exact reason he wanted to drink himself into oblivion and forget about people. Nathaniel Corner, piss and moan extraordinaire, and Rose Weasley, his Rose.
Rose was draped in Corner's blue and bronze Quidditch robes. Malfoy grimaced. They looked atrocious on her. He wanted to rip them off her back and toss them on the ground and stomp on them with his muddy shoes.
Corner had his arm around her waist, and anger bubbled up under the surface of Scorpius' pale skin. She wasn't Corner's to touch, she was his. Malfoy halted in his step and frowned. Except she wasn't. She hadn't been his since his father had told him to focus his attention on something or someone else, for the sake of the family's reputation and simply because he was concerned that his son wasn't involved enough with the people of his own house. Scorpius snorted. Draco Malfoy. It was all probably his mother's idea, but Mister Malfoy did everything to fulfill his wife's wishes. But why had Scorpius obeyed? It was probably the stupidest thing he could have done, because now he regretted it, and now he had lost Rose to Nathaniel Corner, whom he was sure was a queer nancy boy up until this point.
Rose had moved on, apparently, to Corner. Scorpius wondered if she had found out about his own relationship with Isabelle Nott. It wasn't a relationship at all, just a fake romance to keep his father off his back, but in order for it all to play out, Scorpius had needed to make it look like he was totally enamored with the fifth year Slytherin girl. Why couldn't he have stayed with Rose and used Nott for appearance? Because Rose wasn't stupid and wouldn't have stood for it. He could hear her now. "I'm not going to allow people to think you're two timing me with her! James knows about us, I'm sure he'd think it was a little dodgy."
The Rose in his head was sometimes fun to bicker with, but bickering was all he seemed to do with her because his mind was full of regret and that made him a very moody sixteen year old. But in all honesty, when he wasn't convincing himself it was best to block out all thoughts of Rose Weasley, the little smiling, waving, yet argumentative Rose in his head was all he had to hold onto. He hadn't heard her voice since early August. Nearly three months ago.
Scorpius was pulled out of his reverie by Corner's whiny voice, "I can't believe the nerve of that Flint. He's a complete dolt, a real orangutan."
Rose's bottom lip puckered out in a pout and she reached up to stroke Nathaniel's dark hair. "Poor boy." She placed a small kiss on his cheek.
Scorpius scowled. A monstrous rage built up inside him. He could only describe it with one word.
Jealousy.
There was no point in trying to deny it.
He swallowed, sniffed, and found his voice. "Would you like some cheese with that whine, Corner?"
Both Rose and Corner jumped and wheeled around to glare at him. Scorpius's skin burned, tingled, and formed goose bumps all at once when Rose's hazel eyes focused straight him for the first time in a long time.
"Go away, Malfoy. I don't need you here to rub it in any further, thanks," Corner sneered and crossed his arms, creating a small space between himself and Rose where his arm had stretched out to Rose's small waist.
Scorpius sniggered and shot back, "I hardly think anything I say to you's going to make a difference compared to what the rest of the school will have to say about your team, Natey Poo."
He strode forward and inched into the space between Rose and Corner, his back to Corner, head titled down toward Rose's face just inches from his. He lingered for a brief moment. She stared up at him, an unreadable expression on her face.
He wanted badly to kiss her. She opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it and looked away from him. He frowned and blinked slowly, finishing edging through the small space, and continued on up the path to the castle at a considerably fast pace.
The rest of the night he drank and drank and drank until he realized he couldn't drink away the image of her perfect angelic face that was permanently stuck behind his eyes. Even when he saw his "girlfriend" slip upstairs to the boys dormitories with someone in her own year, he was not distracted from his goal – getting Rose out of his head. He just laughed and downed another bottle of alcohol. "Good riddance." He was not going to miss Nott. The pun of the girl's name made him laugh even more, and he couldn't stop laughing as he stumbled out of the common room and down the corridors. He didn't even stop grinning when a group of third years found him passed out on the stairwell outside the Divination classroom or when McGonagall dished him out two hours of detention for "improper display of behaviour".
"Do you think this is funny, Mister Malfoy?"
The only thing he found funny was that jealousy had finally driven him insane. Pretending he wasn't already insane.
