Hey guys! I'm so so sorry it's taken me so long to update this, but I had so much trouble with it. I originally intended to write a completely different phrase, and I edited it and edited it and edited it and when it came to uploading it… I still hated it. So I changed my mind and decided to write this fun one. :D I hope you all enjoy it!

Some of you really want this to remain a friendship piece, and a few have asked if there's going to be any romance in it so I'm going to say that this is a friendship piece mostly, but because the shots are not related some may hold romance/ScoRose at different stages of their relationship, which is why there were some hints in the last chapter of Rose liking Scorpius. Basically, whatever random scene forms itself into my imagination will be written, LOL, an some may hold more romance than others. I hope you don't mind that? :D

This one was suggested by hppenguin0023 and pirategypsy:

A friend gives you their umbrella in the rain,

A best friend takes yours and says, "Run, Loser, Run!"

It wasn't that I didn't like Herbology. After all, I had taken it for NEWTs, I must have found something enticing about it. It's just… at times like this I wonder why they couldn't just put the greenhouses closer to the main castle.

I stood in the Entrance Hall, huddled against two of my cousins by the open Hogwarts doors, staring out into the mist and rain and dreariness. Al, Lucy and I were wrapped up like mummies in scarves, hats, gloves, jumpers, coats, cloaks and ear muffs.

And we were still cold.

All morning throughout Charms the wind had whipped against the trees, causing them all to come alive with violent movements, almost as if they were miniature Whomping Willows. The rain had been rather subdued, on first glance, but as the students from other houses passed us in the corridors during morning break, we soon realised that they were drenched and that the rain was actually of that type that soaked you to the bone in a manner of seconds.

We were not looking forward to heading to Herbology.

The greenhouses were made of a flimsy material that had only stood through the bad weather due to magical enchantments. There were splits in the roof which Professor Longbottom hadn't quite got round to filling in yet or insisted were 'good for the plants', and the windows were constantly of a mind to stubbornly refuse to shut.

In short, we knew it was going to be a cold and depressing lesson.

And we still had to get there.

"I don't know about you, but I'm thinking now is a brilliant time to head back to bed?" Al commented.

Lucy's teeth chattered in response. I was distracted by thoughts of curling up by the fire in the Gryffindor common room in my duvet and sleeping until dinner time.

"You know what," Sarah, a fourth year from Ravenclaw and in our Herbology class, announced as she came and joined us by the door, surveying the weather. "It's not so windy any more, just chucking it down. I say we get out our umbrella's and make a run for it past the mud."

"Sounds good to me," Lucy agreed. "I'm not standing here all day. I'm freezing, and I don't want detention too."

"Come on then," Al sighed, as he, Sarah and I got out our umbrella's and put them up, stepping into the elements.

We'd taken three steps in the mud, slowly traversing the troublesome terrain before making a run for it, when Lucy mumbled from her position wedged between Sarah and Al, under his umbrella. "Is it too late to change my mind?"

"Yes," I mumbled back, concentrating on the floor. "Unless you want dete-"

I slipped, but Al managed to catch me before I landed in the mud. He quickly hid back under his umbrella, leaving me to get drenched with rain for a few seconds before I pulled it back up to cover me.

"Thanks for letting me under your umbrella, Al," Lucy mumbled as she hugged his arm for warmth. "It took me ages to do my hair this morning."

"Lucy," I sighed. "You're wearing a hat."

"And making it look goood."

I rolled my eyes and shuffled back to join their huddle, Sarah kindly picking a few leaves out of my hair. Unfortunately, the mud remained.

Great, I was never going to wash that off before it hardened and I was stuck stinking of mud all day.

We reached the end of the mud and shared a compulsory, 'It's now or never' glance, before taking off. Al gave Lucy free hold over the umbrella so that her hair remained dry no matter how much the umbrella was thrown about by the movement of their running. Sarah, being a cross country champion, was half way to the greenhouses before I'd even started running.

I bolted as fast as I could down the slippery bank, running at a diagonal angle so that I reached the greenhouses quickly rather than heading directly down towards Hagrid's and veering off.

I got roughly a quarter of the distance before I heard my name being called through the wind, which was now picking up.

I spun on reflex, recognising the voice of Scorpius Malfoy.

He rain towards me like a madman, his arms flailing about in the wind, his jumped and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his cloak and coat nowhere to be seen.

He must have been freezing.

I stopped running at the sight.

He was just asking for a cold.

"Scorpius!" I called back to him as he approached. "What the hell are you wearing? You're gonna freeze!"

"Lent my coat to my dumb sister!" He replied as he neared. "And you've got my cloak, you numpty!"

I glanced over my shoulder and noticed the emerald stitching in the hood. Whoops…

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't worry, Rose!" He yelled over the wind just before he reached me. It was then that I noticed he wasn't stopping, he was still running full pelt towards me. Was that my imagination, or was he actually running to my left? "'Cause I've got your umbrella!"

And then he snatched it out of my hand as he legged it past me, laughing his head off as he went.

I spun in surprise to watch his retreating figured as he turned to look at me, running backwards, already a good ten metres away.

"Scorpius Malfoy, you idiot!"

"Run, Loser," He grinned, making an 'L' shape on his forehead with the hand not holding my umbrella. He turned back to give me a nice view of his fading back as he disappeared into the now heavy fog. "Run!"

I glared after him until I realised (a) he couldn't see me, and (b) I was getting pelted by the freezing rain.

I legged it to the greenhouses, already drenched through to the skin.

What was the point of wearing so many layers if I was just going to get cold and wet anyway?

At least the mud was out of my hair.

I stormed into the half-full greenhouse, my godfather Professor Longbottom giving me a half-hearted glare at the dramatic entrance.

I waltzed right up to a smirking Malfoy, undid my coat and his cloak and threw his cloak over him, wet-side up.

"Hey!" He complained as he hurried to shrug it off, but his voice was still amused. I rung my soaking hat out over his hair for my own amusement.

"I hate you."

"I'm your best friend," He grinned

"I hate you."

"You love me."

I sulked and took my seat next to him. Then I sneezed, feeling a cold coming on.

"I hate you."

He laughed.

I hope you liked this. Please leave me a review if you can? I'd love any prompts for scenes also! :D Thank you for reading!