Harry Potter Fanfiction: From Afar
Title: From Afar
Author: lucie_fanfix
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Scorpius/Rose, Albus/OC, mentions of various next-gen characters and some original characters
Summary: Scorpius is confused and obsessed...? "No, obsessed wasn't the word he would use. More like...curious."
Note: Caoilifhionn is pronounced “KEE-lan”-it’s Gaelic.
Scorpius Malfoy was roused out of his daydream by a sharp blow on the shoulder from his best friend, Cullen Denning. “You doing it again, mate,” Cullen muttered out of the corner of his mouth. Blushing, Scorpius tore his gaze away from the red-headed girl seated across from him and glanced about the room covertly, adjusting his green Slytherin tie and praying that no one else had see him eying the Weasley girl.
Next to him, Olivia Denning, Cullen’s twin sister, stuck out her lower lip in an unattractive pout. “Why do you always look at her, the wretched tomboy!” Olivia shook her head, her gold curls bouncing about her round face. “Really, it’s like you’re obsessed with her or something!”
Scorpius considered Olivia’s statement. Obsessed, am I? No, “obsessed” wasn’t the word Scorpius would use. More like...curious. Scorpius had grown up hearing tales from his now-single father about Rose’s family: her mother, her father, and, especially, her uncle. In fact, when he saw Albus, James, and Rose on the platform at the beginning of first year, he’d half-expected them to have horns sprouting out of their heads, and maybe tails peeking through holes in their robes. This was not the case, and soon Scorpius tired of tangling with James, the perfect Gryffindor, and messing with Albus, a shy slip of a boy; but, somehow, Rose managed to hold his attention. As a first and second year, Scorpius had occasionally squabbled with her, and had been the victim of an occasional trick or two. But now Rose was fifteen, and a young lady had taken the place of the childish prankster. At least Scorpius had known where he stood with the mischievous girl; he didn’t exactly know how he felt about this mature young lady, intelligent, kind, and headstrong to a fault, who went as far as to occasional smile at him in the halls, though they were, of course, great rivals.
Olivia continued to toss her honey-colored locks this way and that in an attempt to catch Scorpius’s attention, but he ignored her. Unbeknownst to Scorpius, Cullen’s jealous twin was not the only one to catch him staring at Rose. Albus, also seated across from Scorpius, saw the handsome Slytherin staring at his cousin nearly ever day. Albus hadn’t told Rose; in fact, it was probably the only thing he had ever kept from her, as they were best friends...well, that and the fact that he had a massive crush on Caoilifhionn Finnigan. (Albus thought Rose might know this anyway.) Now, he was wondering if he should inform her-about Scorpius, not about Caoilifhionn (she was the most popular girl in their class). What if Scorpius attacked her in some dark, abandoned corridor somewhere? Albus shook his head, and chuckled at his own runaway imagination. Scorpius was basically a good kid, in spite of his blatant Slytherin-ness.
“What are you laughing at, Mad Hatter?” Rose teased, nudging Albus with her shoulder.
“Nothing, nothing,” Albus assured her, forgetting all about the Malfoy boy as Caoilifhionn passed his desk, the scent of flowers drifting behind her.
Scorpius was the last to exit the classroom, just behind Rose and Albus. He walked out alone, as Cullen and Olivia had raced out first, arguing about something unimportant at the top of their lungs. Rose and Albus slowly came to a stop in the hallway outside their classroom, and Scorpius did to, tucking himself into a corner, the beginnings of an idea bubbling in the confines of his mind.
“So I’ll catch you later, Rose?”
“Of course, Al. Don’t wait up, though, I might be awhile,” Rose said, tucking her text book into her school bag.
Albus scratched the back of his neck, looking vaguely uncomfortable and quickly changing the subject. “Don’t be back too late; you promised Lily you’d help her study and you know she’ll be devastated if you don’t show.”
Rose giggled. “Yes, Mum.” When Albus only rolled his eyes, she turned serious. “You can tell Lily and all her little friends that I will be there on time.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Bye! Have fun flirting with Caoilifhionn while I’m away!”
Albus shouted after her as she pranced away. “What? Hey, Rose, come back! Who told you about that? It’s not true.” Finally, he gave up, turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Scorpius however, slipped out of the corner and decided to follow her.
Right, left, right, left. Scorpius couldn’t keep track of all the turns they made or all the flights of stairs they descended as he followed Rose down to the dungeons. What is she doing down here? Scorpius wondered as he crept behind Rose, careful to keep out of sight at all times.
Finally, she stopped. Scorpius too came to a halt, lest she see him following her. Rose opened the door of a random classroom and walked inside, pulling the door shut behind her. Scorpius waited outside, crouched behind a suit of armor for five minutes...make that ten minutes. All the while, he grew vaguely disgusted with himself. What the hell am I doing? Stalking a girl down to the dugeons of the school? He was about to get up and leave, when a clear, lovely voice called out to him from behind the closed door. “Come in, Scorpius.” It was Rose.
His heart was thudding wildly. He had never been so embarrassed or horrified in his whole life, but, as if not by his own violition, Scorpius entered the abandoned classroom to face his fate like a man, rather than a rat.
Rose was sitting on a desk in the center of the classroom, staring at the sheepish Slytherin before her unabashedly. “I knew you were following me the whole time,” she said matter-of-factly, “I came down here to practice some spells my mother taught me. Not very exciting,” Rose shrugged, “So I just want to know: why did you follow me?”
Scorpius stood as still as a statue. Rose stood, looking angry now, and repeating the question: “Why did you follow me, Scorpius?”
He was about to tell her the truth (“I don’t know!”), when, suddenly, she flew at him and slapped him hard-very hard-across the face. As he crumpled against the wall in a haze of pain, confusion, and indignation, he heard Rose say, or rather, threaten, “If you ever pull a stunt like that, I’ll hex you!” She walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind her. Scorpius groaned. Next time, I’d better just admire from afar.
a/n: Just some fluff, un-beta'd...Please review!
Author: lucie_fanfix
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Scorpius/Rose, Albus/OC, mentions of various next-gen characters and some original characters
Summary: Scorpius is confused and obsessed...? "No, obsessed wasn't the word he would use. More like...curious."
Note: Caoilifhionn is pronounced “KEE-lan”-it’s Gaelic.
Scorpius Malfoy was roused out of his daydream by a sharp blow on the shoulder from his best friend, Cullen Denning. “You doing it again, mate,” Cullen muttered out of the corner of his mouth. Blushing, Scorpius tore his gaze away from the red-headed girl seated across from him and glanced about the room covertly, adjusting his green Slytherin tie and praying that no one else had see him eying the Weasley girl.
Next to him, Olivia Denning, Cullen’s twin sister, stuck out her lower lip in an unattractive pout. “Why do you always look at her, the wretched tomboy!” Olivia shook her head, her gold curls bouncing about her round face. “Really, it’s like you’re obsessed with her or something!”
Scorpius considered Olivia’s statement. Obsessed, am I? No, “obsessed” wasn’t the word Scorpius would use. More like...curious. Scorpius had grown up hearing tales from his now-single father about Rose’s family: her mother, her father, and, especially, her uncle. In fact, when he saw Albus, James, and Rose on the platform at the beginning of first year, he’d half-expected them to have horns sprouting out of their heads, and maybe tails peeking through holes in their robes. This was not the case, and soon Scorpius tired of tangling with James, the perfect Gryffindor, and messing with Albus, a shy slip of a boy; but, somehow, Rose managed to hold his attention. As a first and second year, Scorpius had occasionally squabbled with her, and had been the victim of an occasional trick or two. But now Rose was fifteen, and a young lady had taken the place of the childish prankster. At least Scorpius had known where he stood with the mischievous girl; he didn’t exactly know how he felt about this mature young lady, intelligent, kind, and headstrong to a fault, who went as far as to occasional smile at him in the halls, though they were, of course, great rivals.
Olivia continued to toss her honey-colored locks this way and that in an attempt to catch Scorpius’s attention, but he ignored her. Unbeknownst to Scorpius, Cullen’s jealous twin was not the only one to catch him staring at Rose. Albus, also seated across from Scorpius, saw the handsome Slytherin staring at his cousin nearly ever day. Albus hadn’t told Rose; in fact, it was probably the only thing he had ever kept from her, as they were best friends...well, that and the fact that he had a massive crush on Caoilifhionn Finnigan. (Albus thought Rose might know this anyway.) Now, he was wondering if he should inform her-about Scorpius, not about Caoilifhionn (she was the most popular girl in their class). What if Scorpius attacked her in some dark, abandoned corridor somewhere? Albus shook his head, and chuckled at his own runaway imagination. Scorpius was basically a good kid, in spite of his blatant Slytherin-ness.
“What are you laughing at, Mad Hatter?” Rose teased, nudging Albus with her shoulder.
“Nothing, nothing,” Albus assured her, forgetting all about the Malfoy boy as Caoilifhionn passed his desk, the scent of flowers drifting behind her.
Scorpius was the last to exit the classroom, just behind Rose and Albus. He walked out alone, as Cullen and Olivia had raced out first, arguing about something unimportant at the top of their lungs. Rose and Albus slowly came to a stop in the hallway outside their classroom, and Scorpius did to, tucking himself into a corner, the beginnings of an idea bubbling in the confines of his mind.
“So I’ll catch you later, Rose?”
“Of course, Al. Don’t wait up, though, I might be awhile,” Rose said, tucking her text book into her school bag.
Albus scratched the back of his neck, looking vaguely uncomfortable and quickly changing the subject. “Don’t be back too late; you promised Lily you’d help her study and you know she’ll be devastated if you don’t show.”
Rose giggled. “Yes, Mum.” When Albus only rolled his eyes, she turned serious. “You can tell Lily and all her little friends that I will be there on time.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Bye! Have fun flirting with Caoilifhionn while I’m away!”
Albus shouted after her as she pranced away. “What? Hey, Rose, come back! Who told you about that? It’s not true.” Finally, he gave up, turned and walked in the opposite direction.
Scorpius however, slipped out of the corner and decided to follow her.
Right, left, right, left. Scorpius couldn’t keep track of all the turns they made or all the flights of stairs they descended as he followed Rose down to the dungeons. What is she doing down here? Scorpius wondered as he crept behind Rose, careful to keep out of sight at all times.
Finally, she stopped. Scorpius too came to a halt, lest she see him following her. Rose opened the door of a random classroom and walked inside, pulling the door shut behind her. Scorpius waited outside, crouched behind a suit of armor for five minutes...make that ten minutes. All the while, he grew vaguely disgusted with himself. What the hell am I doing? Stalking a girl down to the dugeons of the school? He was about to get up and leave, when a clear, lovely voice called out to him from behind the closed door. “Come in, Scorpius.” It was Rose.
His heart was thudding wildly. He had never been so embarrassed or horrified in his whole life, but, as if not by his own violition, Scorpius entered the abandoned classroom to face his fate like a man, rather than a rat.
Rose was sitting on a desk in the center of the classroom, staring at the sheepish Slytherin before her unabashedly. “I knew you were following me the whole time,” she said matter-of-factly, “I came down here to practice some spells my mother taught me. Not very exciting,” Rose shrugged, “So I just want to know: why did you follow me?”
Scorpius stood as still as a statue. Rose stood, looking angry now, and repeating the question: “Why did you follow me, Scorpius?”
He was about to tell her the truth (“I don’t know!”), when, suddenly, she flew at him and slapped him hard-very hard-across the face. As he crumpled against the wall in a haze of pain, confusion, and indignation, he heard Rose say, or rather, threaten, “If you ever pull a stunt like that, I’ll hex you!” She walked out, slamming the heavy wooden door behind her. Scorpius groaned. Next time, I’d better just admire from afar.
a/n: Just some fluff, un-beta'd...Please review!