Multi-Fandom One-Shots Part 2

Greenhouse Kisses - Scorose (Harry Potter)

1.

Sighing as she fought her way on to the tube, Rose Weasley searched in vain for a seat. She normally enjoyed doing things the muggle way, but it was a Friday night and the train was filled to capacity. She gripped a pole and resigned her self to standing for her trip. The number of people was oppressive and the smell of her neighboring passengers was less than pleasant. Rose was seriously regretting her decision not to apparate.

Maybe it was the train or maybe it was her destination, but Rose was in a poor mood. She tightened her coat around her cocktail dress feeling out of place and out of sorts. 'With this train, it'll be a miracle if I arrive in one piece,' she thought darkly, once again cursing her decision to take the tube.

"Hot date?" a middle-aged woman next to her asked. "I hope the bloke is worth it! That's a nice dress."

Rose cuckled darkly "No, unfortunately. It's for a class reunion of sorts"

"Ohhh, yes. I've had a few of those myself. Everyone tried their hardest to one up each other. It's so tiresome, I've stopped going. Well, whoever it is you're trying to impress, you're sure to in that dress."

Rose laughed again, her mood a little lighter, "Thank you, but I'm not actually trying to impress anyone."

"Oh I'm sure," said the woman said winking. "Best of luck," the woman wished her as she got off at her stop, leaving Rose alone with her thoughts.

Rose sighed again. She hadn't wanted to admit it out loud or even to herself really, but the dress was meant for someone, in a way. Acknowledging it even to herself made her cheeks flush. The fact that she had dressed up for him was embarrassing.

Him.

Scorpius Malfoy.

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Eleven year old Rose was infatuated with him before she even boarded the train. Even as her father whispered in her ear to beat Scorpius in every test, she found herself admiring his bright, proud features. She resolved to make him her friend before the end of the day. She forwent sitting by her cousins sought him out on the train, determined to make him like her. And for a grand total of about ten minutes her plan had worked.

Rose found him sitting alone in a compartment on the train. She let her self in and sat across from. He looked sad and vulnerable to her.

"Hi! I'm Rose Weasley," she said brightly. "We should be friends. You look like you need a friend!"

He just looked at her blankly, which she stupidly took as a sign of encouragement.

"I know how you are of course, you're Scorpius Malfoy. You're much cuter in person," she giggled. "I think you and I being friends would be so good, you know breaking down barriers and whatnot..."

Her rambling was mercifully interrupted then, before she could dig herself into a deeper hole, by the compartment door opening and Beau Zabini entering.

"Scorp, my man, we've been looking for you. What are you doing here with the spawn of Weasels?"

Rose turned horrified to look at Scorpius as a smirk crossed his face. She felt her face flushing and was petrified to know what Scorpius was about to say.

"Well, I thought we were meeting up here on the south end of the train, and found us a compartment. Which was fortuitous, because Weasley here found me and declared her undying love for me. Class hasn't even started and I'm already breaking hearts," he laughed cruelly and stood up to leave with Beau.

He turned back to look at the now red faced Rose and said, his voice full of vitriol, "As if I would even be friends with a stuck up frizzy haired, buck toothed, halfblood mongrel like you, Weasel face." And he turned and left the compartment.