Chapter 1 : Little Stars
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All I wanted for Christmas was a dog.
Yet for some reason here I was stuck at ASDA with Rose Weasley and my best mate Al buying cranberries… in a snowstorm.
Because really, Mrs. Potter just could not live without her special cranberry sauce.
And of course she couldn’t summon them. No, she decided to send out three hooligan teenagers to ASDA to buy some cran. So Al, being the bloody brilliant wizard he is decided we should apparate. And sure, being seventeen we could.
What he overlooked however, was the fact that we were locked in, and you can’t just apparate home with a bunch of muggles around. Bloody muggles.
So really, I was here with my best mate and his awkward cousin; who was now sitting, reading a book.
To be honest with you, I never really talked to Rose much. Lily was generally throwing herself at me, so Al and I liked to go to his room or sneak off to the kitchens when I spent holidays with them.
But as it seems, we were stuck here with a bunch of other last minute shoppers, waiting out the storm that was blocking the doors, and Albus was getting antsy.
“When do you think we can leave? Are we going to miss dinner?” He asked, wringing his fingers and sitting down next to Rose, who was sitting up against a wall near an entry way.
I sighed and also sat down, “We’ll be fine, Al,”
Rose looked up from her book, surprised and a bit irritated by our arrival. Blinking she turned back to her book and continued reading.
“You know what? I am starving. I am going to the candy isle.” Albus said, getting up and walking off.
Would it be bad that I told you we did not see him for the rest of the night?
So I sat there, uncomfortably, leaning my head against the wall and studying the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in the world. It was made of several tiles with popcorn ceiling material with lights that hung down loosely.
To be honest, if it fell, I probably would not be living right now….
Rose looked back over at me.
“You can go with him, you know,” She said, looking at me shyly.
“What to go and try and eat all the frozen food without a heater?” I asked, chuckling lightly.
Rose was not amused.
The light dropped from my face and I looked away. At least I tried.
See that was the thing with Rose Weasley. No one talked to her, really. When the whole family would get together- with the honorary Malfoy of course- she would just sit and read like a good little Ravenclaw.
It almost made me want to talk to her, but I knew she would not appreciate that. Yet, it was kinda sad, that she was the one Weasley no one really liked. They say she takes after her mum, but I don’t believe that and I am not so sure she does either.
Look at me, talking about her when I hardly even know her. But I just like to observe her sometimes. She was a species in of herself. Unique.
And it also made me wonder what the hell she was reading. It had to be good if she was reading it all the time.
“Whatcha reading?” I asked, attempting to peer over her to observe the book jacket cover.
Rose snapped her book closed and glared at me, “Nothing,” She muttered, looking down at her trainers.
Again, I felt very put off by her, and it was a bit disconcerting. Raising my eyebrows and pursing my lips I mumbled, “Okay.”
I began drumming my toes on the tile floor to the tune of the music playing overhead. Rose’s head snapped up in annoyance.
“Would you stop that?” She asked rudely. She flicked her fringe out of her face in frustration.
“Do you want me to just leave, Rose?” I asked putting my hands up, exasperated. Someone was not in a good mood today.
“Yes, actually; that would be bloody brilliant.” She hissed.
So I stood up and saluted her, only to get a reaction out of her. She huffed and I walked away with a bit of spring in my step…
…Until I realized I really didn’t have anywhere to go. Any food I eat would require me to pay for it, and I really didn’t bring much money with me.
“Wait! Scorpius!” A voice called from behind me. I turned around and saw Rose walking briskly up to me. I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at my lips.
“I uh, I don’t really want to be alone in the store… alone.” She said softly, looking down at the tiles.
I stifled a laugh, biting my lip and replied, “Okay, where do you wanna go?”
“The book section for sure and then perhaps we could…”
“Rose,” I said, an idea suddenly coming to me. “Close your eyes.”
She began to protest but I just shook my head. Huffing and puffing about how worthless this would be, she closed her eyes. I took her hand and led her all the way to the toy section on the other side of the store. Dropping her hand, which actually felt quite nice in my own, I picked up a ball and tossed it to her… with her eyes still closed.
Needless to say, it hit her in the face.
But it was just a bouncy ball, it couldn’t have hurt that bad; I promise!
Rose’s eyes flew open and her jaw fell to the floor. She suddenly became furious and picked up the ball and threw it straight at my chest. I threw my head back laughing.
Apparently my laughing only made her madder, because she picked up another ball and threw it at my face.
“Hey!” I cried still laughing, “It is on!”
I ran to the next isle, picking up a toy gun. Rose followed, picking up her own, laughing finally.
I shot her in the chest with a toy bullet. Rose stopped, clenched her heart, and fell to the floor, still clutching the toy gun.
My heart raced. What if I had actually hurt her? I rushed over to her side and she opened her eyes.
“Gotcha,” She whispered, shooting me straight on the forehead with her toy gun and jumping up and running away.
A bit dumbfounded about what had just happened, I sat for a second, a smirk creeping onto my lips. I got up and ran out of the Isle, just as Rose had done, on a hunt to find her. I saw a flash of curly red hair a few isles down, and I ran to it. Peaking into the isle, I saw Rose, her back to me, panting a bit. Her chest rising and falling, I snuck up behind her and my arms snaked around her waist, lifting her up, her arms and legs flailing. She began to scream, bending over.
“Scorpius! Stop! Let me down!” She yelled, giggling. I carried her all the way to the end of the isle before she spilled out of my arms, and I let her down.
Rose turned around to face me, grinning wickedly.
“That was rude,” She stated, hitting my chest with her fist.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, come on.” I said taking her hand again and dragging her away from the toy section before she could hit me again.
We walked – well more like I dragged her- to the food section, because quite frankly, I was starving.
I walked to the breakfast section, because I was craving fruit-loops. I walked down the aisle before selecting a box and sitting down on the floor to eat it.
“What are you doing, Scorpius?” Rose asked me.
“Eating. I’m hungry.” I replied, taking a fist full of the loops and stuffing them in my mouth. Rose came and sat down next to me. I offered the box to her.
“Are you going to pay for that?” She asked.
“Rose. We’re stuck in ASDA on Christmas Eve.” I replied rolling my eyes.
“What does that have to do with anything?” She asked, her face making a rather unpleasant expression.
Rose bit her lip, her face returning to its normal beauty. Then she plunged her hand into the bag and stuffed them in her mouth, just as I had down. I raised an eyebrow smirking and Rose mirrored me, before bursting out laughing. I took a fistful of fruit-loops and threw them at her face. Her eyes widened in surprise, before getting up and running away again. Content with my fruit-loops, I continued sitting, figuring she’d be back.
And she was… armed with whipped cream.
She began spraying it at me, laughing. And as I sat being covered in sticky cream, I realized how much I liked her laugh.
She came closer and I grabbed her arm, pulling her down on top of me.
Now we were both covered in cream, her red hair was streaked white. I took her glasses off her face and pushed her hair behind her hair with my cream covered hand. Her face was speckled with a million little freckles and I found myself wanting to stare at them, and her underlying beauty.
Rose bit her lip, and Merlin knows it was very hard to contain myself and my teenage-boy hormones.
We stayed like that; her breathing growing rapid, her eyes searching mine. I could almost feel her heartbeat against my chest.
Until she rolled off of me. “I should uh, clean this up,” She said softly, sitting up and collecting her glasses.
“Yeah,” I replied, sitting up. Blood rushed to my head, and I suddenly became very aware of how bright the lights were, that there were other people in this store, and that we still hadn’t seen Al for quite a while.
Rose stood up, dusting herself off. She offered me a hand to stand up and I took it. She was strong, lifting me to my feet, and her soft hand felt warm.
She continued walking down the aisle, and I swear she was swinging her hips on purpose, because the longer I watched her, the more I began to want her.
She led me through more isles. “You know what I want?” She asked, turning to me.
“What?” I asked, smiling again.
“Ice cream.” She replied opening the freezer grabbing a box and walking away. My smile grew as I hurried to catch up with her. Somewhere she had picked up two spoons and before walking over to a dark corner of the store.
Rose sat down on the floor and opened the tub of ice cream and taking a spoonful into her mouth.
“Are you going to pay for that, missy?” I asked, sitting down next to her and taking the second spoon.
“Nope.” She replied, taking another spoonful.
“Tell me about your favourite book Rose.” I said, delighting in more ice cream as well.
As I listened to her voice, I realized how much I really liked her voice. It was unique.
Another thing. Rose could eat. I’m not saying she’s fat, she’s just not afraid to eat, and I love that about her.
And the way her eyes light up when she talks about books or anything really, it just makes her so special.
I’m not good at showing affection. I don’t particularly like giving people hugs, and to be honest, I’ve only really kissed a few times. Then again, Rose isn’t generally the kind of girl I go for. But now that this has happened, now that I’ve properly met her, I realize that everything else was so fake.
But Rose isn’t. Rose is the closest thing I’ve gotten to pure, raw, emotion. Which is stupid, and girly, and whatever, but it’s true. Rose is different.
And I crave something, someone real.
But as we finished the tub of ice cream, she was still talking about her books, which didn’t really surprise me, but I took her hand in mine and began to stroke it lightly.
Her voice trailed off, breaking slightly.
“Hey, Scorpius?” She asked, her breathing growing rapid again. “I just wanted to say thank you. For everything today. I mean, I don’t really have many friends and this… this was nice.” She said shyly.
It was then I put together all those tiny little emotions, I am rubbish at comprehending. *It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together... and I knew it.*
I gulped, as Rose turned to look at me, meeting my eyes. Slowly I leaned toward her, pushing her fringe back with my fingers. I felt Rose shiver slightly, just as my lips were mere seconds from meeting hers.
But I couldn’t do it. I needed her to meet me there. I was at my boiling point, all these weird feeling boiling to the top, constricting my thoughts, my actions.
I stayed there, Rose’s eyes already closing, as I felt her lips meet mine.
When we parted, I could see little stars in her big shinning eyes.
“What the hell guys?” Albus shrieked. “I leave you alone for two hours..!”
A/N: *Quote from Sleepless in Seattle by Jeff Arch.
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