"I'm glad you agreed to come and watch my Quidditch practice," Albus said to Rose as they made their way down to the pitch.
"Oh it's no problem, I've finished all my homework and I'd rather be in the fresh air than a stuffy common room. Not to mention, I barely get to see you," she smiled and poked him in the side.
He laughed, "Besides, the Slytherin's are way better looking in their Quidditch robes than the Gryffindor's!"
Rose rolled her eyes, "You know I have Lysander, I don't need to look at other boys in their Quidditch robes," she said. What Rose neglected to mention was that most of the reason she'd agreed to coming out was that she'd get the chance to see Scorpius, who, although off-limits and their "special moment" in detention was long over and forgotten, she was still allowed to look at him. And Merlin did he look good. He zoomed around on his top-quality broom, his muscles flexed as he gripped the handle.
He gave her a huge wave when he saw her and Albus approach and she shuddered, for Albus' sake.
"What was that about?" He asked.
"Just a prick being a prick I suppose," Rose responded and stuck her tongue out to Scorpius to show that the gesture was not appreciated. "I'll be watching from the stands, alright?" Rose pointed to the stands and went to sit while Albus retreated to the locker room to fetch his uniform.
The Slytherins quidditch practice was long and strenuous. Rose sat on the benches for hours reading and watching as the winds nipped at her fingers, urging her to go inside, but she didn't knowing that she would get the chance to talk to Scorpius after practice.
"Coming inside with me, Rose?" Albus finally asked, as he approached her once he was done.
"I'll catch up, Al. I've just reached the best part, I really want to finish my chapter," Rose responded, pretending to be absorbed in her book.
"Suit youself, I'll see you later."
She watched him stroll up the lawn with the remainder of his teammates and then looked towards the locker room door. Scorpius had gone in with them, but not yet emerged. She caught a glimpse of a spare broom lying on the stands two rows in front of her. She might as well have a little fun while she waited to see him.
Rose loved flying. She could let go of all the stressors of Hogwarts and just be when she was in the sky. She couldn't guess where the love for quidditch had emerged, both her parents being rubbish at it and her mother even having a strong distaste for heights, but either way, she felt completely free when perched on a broom.
"Up for a race, Weasley?" A deep voice called from behind her. There was Scorpius, his platinum hair framing his head in the slight breeze.
"Only if you're ready to lose, Malfoy." She took off in the opposide direction and could hear a whoosh of the wind as he followed. After a few seconds she caught a glimpse of green as he flew by her, the old school Firebolt she was riding was nothing compared to his top-model. He slowed and turned to flash her a grin from ten feet ahead of her. "That's not fair, I've got to ride one of these old things!" She complained.
"Oh, I think it's perfectly fair, you're the one who got cocky thinking that she'd win in the first place," he played back, slowly flying closer to her the entire time. She opened her mouth to speak, but by this point he was close enough to grab her face and kiss her, which is exactly what he did. It was a slow kiss, long, and passionate. "Tomorrow night, eight o'clock, fifth floor broom cupboard," He whispered softly. Before she could even respond he'd soared to the ground and left her heaving and panting, her mind racing.