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Summary: Scorpius Malfoy gets invited to two rather different Christmas parties...
15th December
“IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!” Albus yelled, as Professor Binns seemingly endless lesson came to a close.
“Mghh?” Scorpius replied, pulling his head off his book from where he’d fallen asleep.
“SCHOOL’S OVER FOR THE TERM!!” Albus replied, dragging Scorpius off his chair and into the corridor, where students were already gathered, chucking notes into the air and shouting “Merry Christmas!” at students on the floors below.
The portraits had all managed to find Christmas hats and were joining in the celebrations; somehow even the Hungarian Horntail in a painting opposite him had gotten tinsel attached to its wings. Snow had been conjured to fall, and there was already a snowball fight going on on one of the moving staircases. Scorpius couldn’t help but smile.
“Hey, Scorp?” Albus said, grabbing his attention, “there’s a Christmas party for all Seventh years happening in the Slytherin common room tonight, you coming?”
“Of course!” he replied,
“Great! I plan on getting completely and utterly smashed,”
“Given your incredibly low tolerance for alcohol, that should take all of five minutes.”
Albus responded to this by chucking a snowball at Scorpius’ face, which missed and hit Peeves, who of course retaliated, and sparked an hour long epic snowball fight throughout the castle involving several ghosts. After drying off, having to pack to go home the next day and having a nap, Scorpius realised he only had fifteen minutes before the party began. Chucking on a shirt and jeans he dashed out of the Ravenclaw dormitory and into the corridor where Albus was waiting for him.The two boys made their way down the stairs joining the masses of seventh years who were entering the dungeons and the Slytherin common room. Scorpius could already hear music pounding and the sound of singing. The door was already open; no password was required, so the two boys stepped inside.
The cavernous common room was packed with students, and the leather armchairs were pushed to the side to create a huge dance floor. In a corner was a makeshift bar piled full of bottles. Albus made a beeline for it, and reluctantly Scorpius followed.
“Give me the strongest alcohol you have,” he said to the barman.
“Al, I really don’t think-“
“Shhh, you’re not my mother,” he replied, taking a swig of a bright red liquid and then immediately coughing.
The next hour passed dancing with a progressively drunker Albus. It was amusing, to begin with, to hang out with someone who had the dancing skills of a baby Hippogryff, but after a while Albus’ dad dancing moves began to get a little tiring, not to mention in his drunken state he kept saying the same joke about a Veela over and over again. Seizing his chance, Scorpius escaped to the toilet, only to find it was occupied and a very angry looking Rose Weasley standing outside of it. He groaned internally. Not only was Rose his friend’s cousin, she was incredibly cool, and in the blue cocktail dress she was wearing, immensely attractive.
“So, Malfoy,” she said, turning to him, “Enjoying the party?”
Scorpius made a non-commital noise and rubbed the back of his neck, kicking himself internally. They were silent, and Scorpius suddenly heard a moan from the bathroom.
“Are they alright in there?” he said, only to be interrupted by a much deeper moan. Rose raised an eyebrow and realisation dawned on Scorpius.
“Oh Merlin, do you think they’re, you know…” he trailed off.
“If you mean that two people decided a toilet was a decent place to have a shag then, yes, I think so,” she said derisively, “Now, I’m going to find another toilet before I piss myself.”
“Me too,” he said, following her. She made her way around the edge of the room, and out into the corridor.
“Are you sober?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, “My dad’s really strict so I don’t want to come home for Christmas hungover,”
“Same, actually,” she replied as they turned a corner “He still treats me like a first year,”
“Ugh, that would suck,” he said, and luckily the toilets appeared before he had to make any more small talk.
When he left the bathroom, Rose was waiting for him outside, and they made slightly less awkward conversation on their way back to the common room. It appeared Rose was hardly as cool as she presented herself as being; in fact she was almost as dorky as Scorpius when it came to things like books and ancient history. Scorpius almost didn’t want to enter the common room for fear of her leaving him, but much to his surprise she stayed, their conversation about Muggle literature now shouted over the pounding music. A Weird Sister’s track came on, and her freckled face lit up.
“I love this song!” she yelled, “Come on, Scorp, dance with me!”
Scorpius couldn’t believe his luck, and edged closer to her, and was just about to put his arms around her when-
“Shit!” she said “Albus is absolutely smashed,”
Scorpius turned around to find Albus, completely shirtless, dancing on top of one of the tables. They ran over to him.
“Al!” Scorpius shouted, “Get off the table,”
“Wass you talking about?” he slurred, before suddenly throwing up into a probably centuries old urn at the side of the room.
“Ew,” Rose said, “We need to get him back in the common room before he drinks anymore,”
They each hauled one of Albus’ arms around their heads, and forcibly dragged him out of the party.
“Merlin, Filch is going to be on patrol isn’t he?” she said, as they made their way to the Gryffindor common room.
As soon as she said that, just to make matters worse, Albus began singing incredibly loudly and out of tune.
“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart,”
“Al, shh!” Scorpius whispered.
“But the very next day, you GAAVE IT AWAAAY,”
“ALBUS!” Rose said, slapping him around the face.
His loud singing turned into a whispered version of Last Christmas, and they managed to make their way to the common room without being seen (Filch must have been having his own Christmas party with his cat, for he was nowhere to be seen.)
“Right, this is where I leave you,” Scorpius said, as the Fat Lady gazed down on them looking unimpressed.
“Lucky, you won’t have to deal with him in the morning,” Rose said, before biting her lip in thought in a way that was utterly endearing.
“Umm, Scorp?”
“Yes?”
“My friend Alice is having a sort of private Christmas party at the Leaky Cauldron in a few days, and I can bring a plus one, so umm…do you want to come with me?”
“YEAH!” he said, a little too eager, “I mean, yes I would,”
And with a smile (and was it a wink, or was Scorpius seeing things?) she dragged Albus into the common room.
20th December
The day of Alice’s party dawned incredibly quickly, and Scorpius arrived at the Leaky Cauldron with a sense of apprehension. Was it a date? Was he her “plus one” in a couple-y sort of way, or a friendship-y sort of way? Either way, he’d had to plant a web of lies around his father in order to even get to the party, so he hoped the party would be decent. Inside the pub he found thirty or so witches and wizards from his year all sitting around drinking Butterbeer. His eyes surveyed the room for a crop of red hair, but couldn’t see one. She hadn’t stood him up, had she?
“Boo!” Rose jumped up from behind him, causing Scorpius to nearly jump out of his skin.
He turned around to greet her, to find, unlike at the last party she was wearing a garish Christmas jumper and a lopsided paper hat. This is bad. This is so bad, Scorpius thought. I find her more attractive than any girl I’ve ever seen and she’s wearing a jumper with a fucking three-dimensional snowman on it. I’m in too deep.
“Do you want a drink?” she asked.
“A Butterbeer please,”
“Ugh, come on, don’t you want something stronger?”
“Nope, I don’t want to end up in the same state as Albus was.” He retorted. She chuckled at that, her freckled nose scrunching up. They made their way over to the bar, where Alice’s mum greeted them with their drinks.
“So, what was Albus like the morning after?” he asked as they sat down at the bar, “He’s barely written to me since school ended so I’m guessing not good.”
“Oh, Merlin, you have no idea!” Rose began, and explained the last few days involving vomiting, angry parents and Albus’ vow to never drink again, but Scorpius kept getting distracted by the way she enthusiastically leant towards him, and the excitement in her vivid green eyes. Merlin, he was a sap.
Their conversation continued in such a way for almost an hour, and Scorpius for the life of him couldn’t tell anyone later what it was about, but he was sure it was very deep and meaningful since they definitely discussed the ethics of the treatment of house elves at one point. He consumed several Butterbeers, and even a Firewhiskey at Rose’s request, which he did have to admit tasted very nice. It was strange to think that the two of them a week ago had barely spoken, save for pleasantries, and now they were chatting away like old friends. That being said, Scorpius was hardly complaining. The quiet Christmas music was replaced by much louder music, and a karaoke machine was set up in the corner of the room.
“Alright!” A tall girl Scorpius recognised as Alice Longbottom shouted,
”Who wants to do the first song?” Her eyes fell on Scorpius and Rose.
“I nominate the love birds,”
Gingerly, the two of them approached the microphone, just as the first few notes began to ring out.
“No!” Rose groaned, “I hate this song,”
“I don’t know this song,” Scorpius said, as the lyrics began to pop up on the enchanted parchment in front of him.
“It’s the creepiest- I really can’t stay” Rose interrupted herself and begrudgingly began to sing the song.
Scorpius had no sense of the rhythm or even the tune of the song, but Rose made up for it. She really did have a pretty voice, he thought. In his slightly tipsy state, he began doing hand actions to compensate for his lack of musical ability, and soon Rose joined in, turning it into a full out dance. By the time the two of them sang “baby, it’s cold outside” Rose was practically ballroom dancing with him, and on the final notes of the song she span into him, almost knocking him over. The two began to giggle, oblivious as to the crowd around him. Rose’s lips were really close to his, and he wondered if he just bent down a little…
“KISS, KISS, KISS!” Alice began to chant, and the crowd joined in.
Rose’s eyes widened. Would she taste of Butterbeer or Firewhiskey? Was it his imagination or was she moving closer towards him? He froze. He couldn’t do this, not here, in front of a crowd. Panicking, he moved away.
“You alright Scorp?” Rose asked.
“Yeah,” he said quaveringly, “I just need some air,”
He practically ran out of the room, and sat outside the pub forlornly. Merlin, he was an idiot. An awkward, stumbling idiot who couldn’t even kiss a girl if everyone was telling him to. He was interrupted the sound of the pub door opening, and Rose sat down beside him.
“It’s snowing,” she said, glancing up at the sky as white flakes began falling, catching in her vivid hair.
Somewhere in the distance, a choir was singing carols, the sound drifting up as the flakes fell down. He glanced up. Mistletoe was growing, just above his head. He turned and looked at Rose, still admiring the snow falling down. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his lips to hers.
She froze for a heart-stopping second before kissing him back, and Scorpius hadn’t a clue whether she tasted of Butterbeer or Firewhiskey because he was so caught up in the feeling of her hands in his hair and her lips on his lips. After a far too short time, they pulled apart, and Rose inexplicably started hysterically laughing. Scorpius glanced up again.
“Did you,” he joined her in her hysterics, “Did you charm mistletoe to appear over my head?”
“I thought you needed a little encouragement” she replied coyly, her eyes screwing up in laughter, and Scorpius thought if he could make her laugh like that for many Christmases to come, he’d be doing just fine.
Summary: As their Hogwarts years draw to a close, Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy find themselves on a summer road trip with their mutual friends - awkwardness ensues.
Word count: ~2,200
Rated: T for swearing and some innuendo (?)
Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley
Our time at Teddy’s passed surprisingly quickly. With him and Victoire out at work during the day, we were left to explore Exeter and “do things the Muggle way”, which was surprisingly fun and resulted in Scorpius getting us kicked out of several shops for being a little too enthusiastic (particularly when he caused a perfume explosion in Boots). His dorky behaviour was especially endearing but I persevered in trying to forget my crush on him, and almost succeeded. Almost. Though to be fair it was kind of hard not to have a crush on someone who built you a blanket fort.
After three days at Teddy’s it was time to get back on the road again. As we were leaving, Victoire presented us with a huge picnic basket full of food.
“You really shouldn’t have,” Albus said, looking at the piles of sandwiches, “You put up with us for the past few days; we should be making you food.”
“You were lovely!” she protested.
“But we made your flat all messy,” I said.
“It’s always a tip,” she grinned, “To be honest, you actually tidied it up a bit.”
Teddy appeared with our bags and gave us all one last hug.
“Do you know how to fill up the car now?” he said.
Albus rolled his eyes, “Yes, we make sure that Rose and Scorpius don’t do it.”
I flipped him off and clambered into the driver’s seat. We all yelled goodbyes out of the windows as I picked up speed. Teddy brought out the tortoise and attempted to make it wave, almost causing me to swerve off the road in a fit of giggles.
The sun shone as we drove out of Exeter, and Albus conjured the roof to disappear with a series of complicated spells.
“Show off,” Alice muttered beside me.
I turned the radio on full blast and we sang along, probably looking like a bunch of teenage delinquents as I accelerated the car.
“Merlin, she drives like she plays Quidditch,” Alice remarked.
“If I wasn’t so busy breaking the speed limit, I’d hit you,” I warned as we zoomed onto the motorway.
