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Chapter 1 : Different Time, Different Malfoy
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The person who would say everything was perfect would be perfectly wrong.
The normal comfortable silence that hung around the two of them during their time together was strained, with both teenagers staring up at the sky, almost like they had to force themselves to look away from each other. Both opened their mouths several times like they wanted to say something, but closed them quickly again. The silence dragged on and on, seemingly without an end.
Just like that, the silence shattered.
“Rose…”Scorpius started, shifted his position to turn and look at her. The redhead beside him moved her head a fraction of an inch to barely glance at him out of the corner of her eye. The blonde boy hesitated, and then started again.
“Rose, I don’t what I did to make you not talk to me, but whatever it was I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to do it, whatever it was. I just want you to talk to me again,” he pleaded.
Rose sighed and turned to look back at the sky, refusing to say anything. Scorpius just stared at her pleadingly. Stubbornly, Rose resisted, pointedly looking up at the clouds. Finally, she relented and turned to Scorpius.
“Scorpius, you know it’s not that I don’t like you,” she started. “It’s just…” She trailed off, not knowing how to finish. Scorpius pounced on her last statement.
“Just what?” he asked, eager to know what she was going to say. Rose started to say something, but then seemed to decide not to. She shook her head and turned away, her back to him. Scorpius sighed and sat up. “Rosie…” he started. “Just tell me what I did.” His voice was begging her to answer and shed light on the situation.
“You really don’t know?” she asked, still facing away from him.
He shook his head, then, remembering that she couldn’t see him, said, “No, I don’t.”
The redhead turned back to him and sat up, her blue eyes full of sadness. “Scorp…” she began. “I just can’t do it!” Her eyes started to fill with tears. “I just don’t know if I could like you back,” she said. “I mean, I’m a Weasley and you’re a Malfoy, it’ll just never work!” The tears she had been holding back ran down her face. Scorpius just stared at Rose for a minute and then did the natural thing anyone would do in his place.
He busted out laughing.
Rose stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy!” she said indignantly. “What are you laughing at?”
Scorpius collected himself enough to up and take her hand. “Rosie, is that really all you’re worried about?” he questioned. Suddenly self-conscious, she nodded her head, looking down at her feet. Scorpius put his hand under her chin and lifted her face back up. “No one cares about that anymore,” he assured her. “It’s not the same as when our parents went to school. Hell, I’m even in Hufflepuff! Can’t get much different than that.”
Rose laughed quietly. “Well, you could,” she pointed out. “You could be in Gryffindor.” Scorpius rolled his eyes and pulled her closer.
“Must you always be right?” he teased. Rose started to say something, but was interrupted by Scorpius’s lips on hers. She froze for a second, but then proceeded to kiss him back, throwing her arms around his neck. She could feel one of his hands twine itself in her red hair, the other pressing against the small of her back.
“Oi! Get a room you two!”
Scorpius and Rose broke apart and glanced towards the sound of the voice. Roxanne, Albus, and Molly were all standing at the window of the Potter’s kitchen, Roxy standing with her hands on her hips, Molly and Albus laughing.
Scorpius stuck out his tongue at the others and shouted back, “You wish!” Rose laughed and, before she knew it, she was back getting lost in Scorpius’s kiss.
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