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Pairing: Scorpius/Dominique
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It's just a summer at the beach.
And she shouldn't be the one spending it with him.
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They kind of accidentally end up spending the last week of the summer vacation before their sixth year together at her house, because Albus and Lily are coming over, and they drag Scorpius along with them, as if it doesn't even matter.
She runs straight into him in the kitchen, wearing nothing more than Quidditch shorts and an old blue polo from her brother, stammering "What are you doing here?" and blushing furiously at the way his golden hair seems to shine even a little bit more and his blue eyes seem to be just a little lighter than she remembered. He quickly apologizes – always the gentleman, always the better-raised, nicer version of his father – and runs a hand through his hair, suggesting that he should just go home. But according to Al and Lily none of that is necessary because "You and Scorp are friends, aren't you, Dom?" (Lily) and "You can probably cheer him up a little bit, now that his girlfriend is spending the entire summer in France." (Albus)
But honestly, maybe this is not the best idea.
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You see, there are rules and they know it. They are not supposed to spend this much time together and they know it. He'll always belong to Rose, and they know it.
But the way she looks at him, not able to keep her eyes focused on anything else but him, and the way he gives her that arrogant, confident grin, making her whole world light up every single time again, that goes against every single rule in the book.
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He kind of forgets about the real world for a while, because this is what summer feels like.
Running around on the beach; swimming; talking; spending time with her family; sitting in front of her house with their feet in the sand and their eyes on the sea. His skin becomes sunburned in a day, his hair is soon an uncontrollable mess of sand and salty sea water, and to be honest, she's not much better off, but it's ok, because it's fun and everything's better than being locked up in Malfoy Mansion.
They've been lying on their backs in the sand, looking at the sky for hours, when the storm comes.
Her brother is out of town, her father already went back to work, her mother is on her way to Diagon Alley to buy new school supplies and Lily and Albus went to see the Scamanders today, so it's only Victoire left, but she doesn't pay attention to them, which means they're practically alone.
The first drop falls exactly on her cheek and she laughs and wipes it away, pretending she doesn't care about the rain. But soon enough it's pouring right out of the sky on top of them and she's laughing and screaming and she yanks his arm up, dragging him with her, running around the beach, until they're both completely soaked through.
He thinks her laughter mixed with the thunder is one of the nicest things he's ever heard.
When the finally approach the house the wooden porch feels rough and sandy beneath their bare feet, and for a second it crosses his mind that they've left their flip flops on the beach, but before he can even consider going back, she grabs his shirt and tugs him under the roof and he watches her laugh out loud, like this is the funniest thing she's done in a very long time and he can't help but stare at her, completely soaked and still as beautiful as ever.
She run a hand through her soaked hair – as if she's already worried about the curly mess it'll become and widely smiles at him and suddenly he backs away, because isn't this something he should experience with Rose? It's as if she realizes it at the exact same second because she blushes immediately and quickly turns around, dropping down on the porch, with her back against the wall, watching the rain.
It takes him a few seconds to decide what he's going to do, but then she tugs on his arm and drags him down, until he sits right next to her.
"What would your father think of this?"
He bites his lip and thinks, not exactly sure what she means. This, the storm? Or this, the way he looks at her like he has never looked at Rose.
"He'd hate this," he answers exactly, quickly referring to the storm, before it gets complicated. "He doesn't even leave the house when it rains."
She smiles. "Louis and I used to play outside when it rained for hours, because the sand gets all muddy, you see, and we'd try and make Victoire as dirty as possible, 'cause she hated it."
Her hand accidentally brushes his own and for one second he dares to glance sideways.
And maybe it's not really like love, because they're not even a cliché and nowadays clichés are the only things that count, right? But sitting here, talking to her, almost holding her hand, even though he has a girlfriend and they are family for crying out loud, he just doesn't want to go back to school.
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It's just a summer at the beach.
And she shouldn't be the one spending it with him.
(it feels a little bit like love, though)
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A/N: I'm not really sure about this. I absolutely adore this pairing, but I still don't know if this is what I wanted to write for them haha. Please review, and tell me what you think. Reviews really do make my day! – Lauren