Rose and Scorpius

A blog dedicated to the Scorose canon, Bed of Roses.

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James Potter II and Arielle Reeves.

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My ideal next-generation HP cast:

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Perfect! I'm going to use this for my Bed of Roses gifs.

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One shower later, Rose stood studying her face in the mirror with an unusual scrutiny; spurred, perhaps, by the extra time on her hands. Her skin was pale, as was customary for redheads. Her features closely resembled her mother's; and for that, Rose was grateful. Hermione Granger-Weasley was beautiful. Rose had the same mouth; full lips that formed a perfect bow. She had the same straight nose, which came to a delicate point. Said nose, however, was sprinkled with a slight dusting of freckles; courtesy of her father's genes and of the summer sun. Her eyes took the shape of her mother's, but the sky blue of her father's. Her hair was the same; in texture, it had taken after her mother, and in color her father. At the moment, it was still damp and dark from her shower. In a few hours, however, she knew it would be bushy and quite a few shades lighter. Rose remembered that her mother told her she had worn her hair naturally in her Hogwarts days. Rose, however, refused to do the same. She lifted her trusty bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and applied a generous amount to her hair, then ran her wand over it. Her hair dried and smoothed and shone. It was a ritual she had perfected over the years; she only had to do it once a week now, and her hair fell in gentle, sleek waves past her shoulders.

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A thought occurred to Scorpius, one he wasn't sure if he should voice. "Did Grandpa Lucius work too much?"

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched. "Slytherin, indeed."

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It was a moment before Scorpius spoke. "Maybe I didn't do it for Zabini."

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While waiting for rbodi to come back up, I'll work on my scorose gifs!

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Rose and Scorpius!

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Summary:

While it has been said in the Muggle world that “opposites attract”, they weren’t quite opposites. Yes- she was a Weasley and he was a Malfoy- but she was also Rose, and he was Scorpius, and she was passionate and he was lost. And sometimes, all it takes is a word, a person, a day or a gesture, to set an entire series of events in motion. Novel-length Rosius.

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She believed in loyalty; she was loyalty. It would cost her a great deal in her seventh year of Hogwarts- in a matter involving a diary, a disappointment, and a wand pointed between her eyes- but Rose Weasley never abandoned someone who needed her. He believed in destiny; that a born name comes with a path that one was meant to follow. It would cost him a great deal in his seventh year of Hogwarts- in a matter involving a student, a funeral, and a certain girl with vibrant red hair- but Scorpius Malfoy never deviated from the path.

Here, Scorpius grinned; a white, crooked thing that looked as though it needed more practice. “You ask for too much, Rubylocks. I don’t usually apologize.”

They sat themselves on cold stone with their bare legs dangling over the edge, tempting fate with their daring and small rebellions.