Chapter 1 : Wrong Feet
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"I only drink in times of severe distress, you git."
"So, what's the excuse this time, babe?"
"I put my shoe on the wrong foot this morning." she looked at the floor sheepishly
"Rose, I think it's time we called the mental ward in St. Mungo's. I think they might find they are missing a patient..."
"Oh, stuff it, Malfoy," Rose said, attempting (and failing) to swat him on the arm. He chuckled.
Scorpius sighed, setting school bag on the table. He sat on the nearest chair. "Come here, Rose." he patted his lap.
"Okay, but I don't want you touching me. Well, unless you ask really nicely," Rose joked, moving over to do as she was told.
"For some reason, I can just imagine you saying that to a sleezy hobo, Rosie..." he grinned.
"How do you know I haven't?" she teased. Scorpius choked on his Firewhiskey. She smaked him on the back.
"What?!" he shouted, attracting the attention of many a first year. Stupid nosey firsties... He cleared his throat and said, "Er...Uh...Whoops?" That seemed to satisfy the young people. Rose giggled and fell off of her chair.
"Just answer this for me; Have you really?" he whispered, afraid to know the answer.
"Have I what?" she asked, oblivious to what she was asking.
"Oh, Merlin. Come on, I want some Firewhiskey, but I think you should have a butterbeer instead. You've had quite enough to drink today." he suggested wisely.
"I swear to drunk I'm not that God!" Rose shouted. This attracted the attention of a few more frightened nosey first years.
"She's, uh…She's, Er... Kidding... kinda..." Scorpius stuttered, wishing they'd mind their own beez-wax, as the Muggles say.
"Hey, I have a question: If you and Al got in a fight, who would be taller?" Rose suddenly asked.
"I- wait, what on Earth are you talking about?"
"Would you still be taller than Albus, you moron?"
"Um. Yes...?" he replied, slightly worried for her sanity.
"Oh," she said as she began to twirl her hair around her fingers attractively.
"Rosie," he looked at her through his lashes, making smile weakly, "I worry about you." she giggled.
"You look all blurry," she giggled again. First years looked at her questioningly.
"Well then, you'll just have to stop drinking!" he shot the first years a dirty look and they scampered off to their dorms.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I've only had..." She counted on her fingers, "I've only had, like, five drinks!" he caught her before she fell from her chair again.
"My point exactly," he said matter-of-factly, as if that settled the matter. But knowing Rose, it wouldn't. Why did he have to pickk such a high-maitnence girlfriend?
In fact, she wasn't even listening. No, she was flagging down the bartender. "Oy! Bring me another, please!" she hollered loudly. Scorpius silently wondered why a bartender was in the Gryfindor Common Room.
"No! No, no, no, no, no. No. Nuh uh, you don't need to drink any more. Ever. Well, not 'ever' but only rarely-" he started hurridly, waving the random barteder away.
He didn't get to finish his sentence, seeing as Rose attacked his mouth with her own. "You really shouldn't talk so much," she said. He loved when she did that.
He didn't argue.
A/N: Hey, Bella here! Although, you already knew that, right? Ah, me. I still think I'm funny...
Anyway, my best friend, TheLoonyLovegoods, and I wrote this together earlier. I had Writers' Block so she prompted me. Somehow, it turned into a story where she wrote one character and I wrote the other. She wrote Rose, I Scorpius. It was fun.
1)What year do you think Rose and Scorpius are in. This is not an important question, I was just bored and decided to ask it. XD