Disclaimer: I disclaim.
~Common Room~
n. the perfect place to see (stare) and not be seen
Rose stared at Scorpius.
Scorpius was oblivious.
Rose tried not to squeak when someone walked in front of her and temporarily blocked her view of Scorpius. He was studying for his Transfiguration N.E.W.T.S. and she would have been happy to help if he had asked.
More than happy to help…
He was so determined to pass the subject that he was so horrible at she just had to admire his dedication. Anyone would admire that, of course. Scorpius was seemingly perfect on the outside but Rose was the one that knew that he was self-conscious about his surname and a nervous wreck before every Transfigurations test. Rose was the one that knew he had a mortal fear for the broomsticks before second-year. He and Albus had gotten some helpful tips from Teddy Lupin and the two were forever grateful to him. (Not that Scorpius would say it out right.)
She liked to think that she had a right to stare at Scorpius Malfoy after spending so much time around him and knowing his inner workings though she wasn't quite sure Scorpius would agree.
=x=x=x=
Scorpius glanced at Rose.
Rose was clueless.
Scorpius tried to suppress the funny feeling like his heart was trying to jam itself up his throat. It was really uncomfortable so he looked away. It's not like he was staring at her or anything (absolutely not). His eyes just happened to roam that way.
Whoa there, lets not think like that…
He was focusing on reading Of Turning Mice to Men and Back Again by Salamandra Vescos published by Magical Theory of Transfiguration Textbooks. Scorpius had been engrossed in it up until he noticed that Rose had walked into the common room and he was now thoroughly occupied at stealing glances at her and then moving his gaze up to the clock above her head to try and hide the fact that he had been looking at her. He was really distracted right now and he doubted that he was really paying attention at all when he looked down at his book and started reading something about the comparison of the habits of men and the habits of mice.
Scorpius couldn't help but wonder how Rose's hair compared to the bleeding sky when it was in the wee hours of the morning and the late hours after dinner. There were so many shades of red, gold, and brown, Scorpius wasn't sure he would be able to list the colors in a million years. So maybe he was exaggerating, just a little though because it would probably take at least a decade.
He liked to think that he knew what made Rose tick. He knew that she was afraid of bugs. She was afraid of just about any type of animal with more than four legs. Scorpius also knew that Rose hated the cliché use of her name when she got gifts on holidays and on her birthday. He had given her a rose that he had spelled to be neon orange for Valentines day one time in fourth-year. She had put it in a preservation potion and kept it somewhere in her room nowadays.
He wasn't staring. Scorpius Malfoy doesn't stare at anyone or anything. He was looking (glancing, observing, seeing, admiring).