Late
Title: Late
Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest. I do not make any money off this.
Characters: Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy
Genres: Unrelieved Sexual Tension
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rose is miffed.
Author's Note: Written for the nextgen_drabble Week Four. The prompt was The Library and word count was supposed to be 405 words. Original prompt can be found here. I'm more than a year late in reposting this. I forgot.
Length: 405 words.
Rose checked her watch. It was a quarter past nine. The library closed at eight, but being her mother’s daughter, she hadn’t had any problems getting special permission to use it after hours. She didn’t plan on staying too late, though. Another fifteen minutes and she’d go back to her common room.
She carefully placed the book back on its shelf and turned around, only to almost bump into her blond nuisance. Sneaky git.
“Oh. You,” she said by way of greeting. That was all he deserved, really.
“Being a swot again, Weasley?” Scorpius lazily asked, leaning against a bookcase. “You know, there are better things in life.”
Rose looked away, willing herself not to react to him physically. It was a stupid reaction; one she had battled for years. He wasn’t even that handsome. “I was just about to go explore those now.”
He pushed away from the bookcase to block her path. “I meant things like… snogging.”
Rose stuck her nose in the air. “So did I!”
His eyes narrowed. “Is that a fact?”
“Mm, Oliver Paddock seems very interested.” She very pointedly moved around him. “Oh, and you’re not technically supposed to be here, so maybe you should leave before you get us both in trouble.”
As Rose turned and took a step away from Scorpius, she suddenly felt weightless as she was yanked off her feet and slammed against a bookcase. “Ow, that hurt!” she complained, wincing.
He didn’t answer but instead pressed up against her and covered her mouth with his. Her eyes widened and she shoved at him, but he wasn’t budging and she could feel herself reacting. It was as if he controlled her body better than she did, and she resented him for it. His hold loosened, and now would be a good time to slap him, except his one hand had moved up to cradle her cheek and he was kissing her almost sweetly, apologetically, making her head spin.
She, Rose Weasley, was melting into a damn pile of goo.
He finally withdrew just a tiny bit. “You know who you belong with,” he murmured.
She finally managed to free herself. For now, anyway. “You were late!” It had hurt to think she’d been forgotten.
He smiled. Damn that smile. It was as if he knew. “It is late,” he agreed. “See you next week?”
“If you’re on time!” With that, she sauntered off.
Damn hormones.
Disclaimer: JKR owns anything that is obviously hers. I own the rest. I do not make any money off this.
Characters: Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy
Genres: Unrelieved Sexual Tension
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rose is miffed.
Author's Note: Written for the nextgen_drabble Week Four. The prompt was The Library and word count was supposed to be 405 words. Original prompt can be found here. I'm more than a year late in reposting this. I forgot.
Length: 405 words.
Rose checked her watch. It was a quarter past nine. The library closed at eight, but being her mother’s daughter, she hadn’t had any problems getting special permission to use it after hours. She didn’t plan on staying too late, though. Another fifteen minutes and she’d go back to her common room.
She carefully placed the book back on its shelf and turned around, only to almost bump into her blond nuisance. Sneaky git.
“Oh. You,” she said by way of greeting. That was all he deserved, really.
“Being a swot again, Weasley?” Scorpius lazily asked, leaning against a bookcase. “You know, there are better things in life.”
Rose looked away, willing herself not to react to him physically. It was a stupid reaction; one she had battled for years. He wasn’t even that handsome. “I was just about to go explore those now.”
He pushed away from the bookcase to block her path. “I meant things like… snogging.”
Rose stuck her nose in the air. “So did I!”
His eyes narrowed. “Is that a fact?”
“Mm, Oliver Paddock seems very interested.” She very pointedly moved around him. “Oh, and you’re not technically supposed to be here, so maybe you should leave before you get us both in trouble.”
As Rose turned and took a step away from Scorpius, she suddenly felt weightless as she was yanked off her feet and slammed against a bookcase. “Ow, that hurt!” she complained, wincing.
He didn’t answer but instead pressed up against her and covered her mouth with his. Her eyes widened and she shoved at him, but he wasn’t budging and she could feel herself reacting. It was as if he controlled her body better than she did, and she resented him for it. His hold loosened, and now would be a good time to slap him, except his one hand had moved up to cradle her cheek and he was kissing her almost sweetly, apologetically, making her head spin.
She, Rose Weasley, was melting into a damn pile of goo.
He finally withdrew just a tiny bit. “You know who you belong with,” he murmured.
She finally managed to free herself. For now, anyway. “You were late!” It had hurt to think she’d been forgotten.
He smiled. Damn that smile. It was as if he knew. “It is late,” he agreed. “See you next week?”
“If you’re on time!” With that, she sauntered off.
Damn hormones.