Greetings everyone! This part is written in first person in Scorpius' POV. Thanks for reading!
Feeling utterly content and amused with life in general, I exit the Great Hall from lunch with an extra bounce in my step. Not only had I gotten an O on my Charms essay earlier today about the risks of doing healing spells incorrectly, but Ro-Weasley had gotten an A. I felt like shouting at the top of my lungs. She, of course, had not been too accepting and had argued with Flitwick for half of the period. But afterwards, my incredible achievements were rewarded with a healthy dispute.
I have no clue why, but ever since I had given her precious McKinney some well-deserved detention, Weasley seems to have more time to spend in disagreement with me. Not that I'm complaining. The more we quarrel, the more intriguing I find her. I would be blind not to notice how her hair stands even further on end or how her freckles become more pronounced when her face is red from yelling. It is fascinating. Possibly more fascinating than a fierce game of Quiddich- even when the Cannons pull ahead for the win. You would only understand if you had been Merlin-blessed with someone you unequivocally hate who will completely lose their dignity around you. It is food for the Slytherin soul, let me tell you.
Not two minutes after my triumphant exit, I hear my name echoing loudly down the hall behind me. I can't help but smile a little bit to myself. If you only knew what I know, you'd be smiling too.
"Malfoy!" the familiar voice that sets me on edge repeats. I stop and guise out the window, looking like I would rather be anyplace else. In reality, I wouldn't trade these next few minutes for anything. Maybe I'd trade them for one of those muggle cars or an antique Firebolt broom, but I digress.
A familiar mass of red hair enters my line of vision. My eyes are drawn to those cherry-red cheeks I'd mentioned earlier with the additional dusting of freckles that you'd have to be close enough to see, like I am right now. "Yes, my dearest Rose?"
"Explain yourself."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, explain yourself, Malfoy!"
I can almost feel the anger radiating off of her. Just to make her a little angrier, I resume my walking and avoid looking her in the eye. It is much harder than it looks, believe me. Those eyes are like vortexes that suck everything right in.
"Tell me, did your mother drop you as a child? What in Merlin's name made you delusional enough to think that you could give Tyler even more detention, and turn Hugo's hair purple? Oi! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
When I do turn to look at her, I am slightly taken aback by what I see. Her eyes are red. I hadn't noticed that much in Charms. The scary part is that I almost feel concerned. To mask this newfound feeling, I put on my everyday sneer and reply, "Didn't I tell you? Or have you forgotten? Your family looks better without all of the red," I gesture to the mop on her head abstractly. "I thought that you might've remembered from third year, Weasley."
Her jaw clenches when I mention this. So she does remember. But then again, who would forget having their hair charmed blue? A person wouldn't just forget that they had to walk around with bizarre hair for a week and a half. Judging by the curious glare she's giving me, it's a sore spot with her.
"I hope that your excuse for Tyler is more soundly based." she scoffs at me.
With a grunt I say, "McKinney? Like I even need a reason to give him detention." This does not sit well with her. I can see her fists curl up and eyes narrow slightly. For being as short as she is, she can still be rather intimidating. "Deep breath, Weasley. What I meant was, I am your fellow prefect. And as such, I am offended that you don't trust my judgment when it comes to my job."
"Please," she snorts, "I never trust your judgment." She looks at me for a moment, and then, tentatively, she says, "You're jealous."
Jealous? What in Salazaar's sweet name is she talking about?
I am positive that I look as dumbfounded as I feel. The odd look she gives me connects my brain back to my mouth and I manage to sputter, "What?" Great, not only do I look ridiculous, but my Shakespearean dialect has also flown the coop.
She looks less certain of herself the second time around. "You heard me," I can barely hear her whisper, "You are jealous of Tyler and me."
"What is there to be jealous of? I am Scorpius Malfoy. I don't do jealousy and bitterness," I can feel the hostility brewing between us. So this is what Al meant by sexual tension. Interesting. "I don't have any feelings for you! But I'm sure that was a part of your plan, wasn't it, Weasley? To make me jealous?"
"I don't care about you at all, Malfoy!" she spits at me.
"Then why are you trying to make me jealous?" I say, fully aware that this argument is going to rear its ugliest head soon.
"Did you not just hear me? I am not trying to make you jealous! I don't like you one bit. And I don'thave any feelings for you!"
I stepped closer to her so that I was looking directly downward at her. "Prove it," I say defiantly.
You can only imagine my surprise when she yanked me down by my green and silver tie and pulls my face to hers. Suddenly she is kissing me, and bloodyhell, why hadn't we done this sooner? The only thing that I am aware of are Rose's lips, her body against mine, and every inch of me being on fire. When she pulls away, I have her against the wall with both hands on either side of her beautiful curls. She looks absolutely stunning when she stares up at me.
"Nothing." Nothing? "I felt nothing," she clarifies, only making me feel even more foolish.
Without another word, she ducks under my left arm and is gone before I have the chance to comprehend what had just passed. She had left me staring at the wall. The words 'confusion' and 'perplexity' can't even describe whatever the hell I am feeling. For good measure, I punch the bricks in front of me. Whatever people say about pain clearing your mind is false. They are thick and clearly have never punched a solid wall before. Bloody Merlin, that hurts. But then again, that's exactly how I feel at the moment.
Rose had kissed me. I had kissed her back. So what? And why did it feel so bloody right?
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