Post by Rachael on Nov 18, 2011 15:43:00 GMT -8
Title: Why'd I Let You Talk Me Into This?! Part 2
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus...
Panting, Scorpius ran to the Gryffindor Tower, where he knew Rose would be. Luckily, Rose was on her way out of the common room, a stack of books in her arms, clearly heading for the library. His arms pin-wheeling as he slid to a stop, Scorpius barely avoided a collision with her, eliciting a shocked gasp as Rose took in his scarlet face and windswept hair. “You kissed him?!” Rose demanded to know immediately, dropping her books on Scorpius’ foot in her enthusiasm.
“No! Hide me! He’s coming!”
“I always knew you’d be great togeth – what?!”
“Hide me!” Scorpius pleaded, looking over his shoulder to see Albus turn on to their corridor, still wearing his emerald-and-silver Quidditch robes, broom still clutched his hand, hair still windswept from flying. Merlin, he’s beautiful... No! Snap out of it! Hide, he yelled mentally at himself; you don’t want him to find you! Ever! “Let me in, now, woman, or so help me, period cramps will be rendered a numbing experience compared to what I will do to you,” Scorpius hissed, turning back to look at his friend, conscious of Albus’ continuous approach.
“Oh, alright, you wimp! Get in,” she said in a whisper, “but don’t go too far away. Eavesdrop on our conversation. He might really want to talk to you, so be a good Seeker-in-training, and wait for the chance to snag the Snitch!” Rose stepped aside, allowing him to step through the portrait-hole, before blocking the way again as Albus reached her.
Scorpius sagged against the wall, ignoring the staring Gryffindors, listening intently, even as he tried to calm his gulping lungs and racing heart. “Let me after him, Rose,” Albus ordered, his rich chocolate-laced tones floating through the portrait.
“Why?” Rose asked airily.
“We need to talk. Right now.”
Rating: G
Word Count: 299
Warnings: None
Summary: Scorpius...and Albus...
Panting, Scorpius ran to the Gryffindor Tower, where he knew Rose would be. Luckily, Rose was on her way out of the common room, a stack of books in her arms, clearly heading for the library. His arms pin-wheeling as he slid to a stop, Scorpius barely avoided a collision with her, eliciting a shocked gasp as Rose took in his scarlet face and windswept hair. “You kissed him?!” Rose demanded to know immediately, dropping her books on Scorpius’ foot in her enthusiasm.
“No! Hide me! He’s coming!”
“I always knew you’d be great togeth – what?!”
“Hide me!” Scorpius pleaded, looking over his shoulder to see Albus turn on to their corridor, still wearing his emerald-and-silver Quidditch robes, broom still clutched his hand, hair still windswept from flying. Merlin, he’s beautiful... No! Snap out of it! Hide, he yelled mentally at himself; you don’t want him to find you! Ever! “Let me in, now, woman, or so help me, period cramps will be rendered a numbing experience compared to what I will do to you,” Scorpius hissed, turning back to look at his friend, conscious of Albus’ continuous approach.
“Oh, alright, you wimp! Get in,” she said in a whisper, “but don’t go too far away. Eavesdrop on our conversation. He might really want to talk to you, so be a good Seeker-in-training, and wait for the chance to snag the Snitch!” Rose stepped aside, allowing him to step through the portrait-hole, before blocking the way again as Albus reached her.
Scorpius sagged against the wall, ignoring the staring Gryffindors, listening intently, even as he tried to calm his gulping lungs and racing heart. “Let me after him, Rose,” Albus ordered, his rich chocolate-laced tones floating through the portrait.
“Why?” Rose asked airily.
“We need to talk. Right now.”
Rose is so great here! I love how you've made her bossy and nosy and sweet!
