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06 April 2012 @ 02:25 pm
First Impressions (Rose/Scorpius, G)  
Author: mihnn
Title: First Impressions
Rating: G
Word Count:1244
Pairing(s): Rose Weasley/Scorpius Malfoy
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: The first meeting can sometimes be the most important.
Author's Notes: This was intended to be much, much longer, but due to some issues, I could only turn in the basic premise of the fic that related to the prompt. Thanks, Liz, for the beta job. And thank you so much to the Mods of this fest. You have been so understanding, patient and kind throughout my whole ordeal.

It was a well-known fact in the wizarding world that the Weasleys and the Malfoys ignored each other. Rose noticed it first when she was four. She had been accompanying her mother on a trip to Diagon Alley where they were shopping for the perfect birthday gift for her father. Her mother held Rose’s hand tightly in her own as they manoeuvred through the bustling streets of England’s only magical town. Rose was not enjoying the trip so far. She found the sights and sounds intrusive and the people too tall. Yet, she stayed obediently silent as her mother had told her to be as they entered a shop with lots and lots of books.

Rose might not have been so sure why they had entered this particular shop, but one thing was blatantly clear to her even at that age. “Daddy doesn’t like books, Mummy.”

Her mother chuckled as she led Rose further into the shop. “I know, Honey. We are first going to get a gift for Mummy who will be forced to put up with Daddy’s gift. You know how your father gets with a new Quidditch toy.”
Rose had nodded, immediately believing what her mother had to say. She was hard pressed to imagine a time when her mother had not been right.

While her mother’s attention was drawn to by another lady in the shop who wanted to have a few words, Rose slipped her fingers from her mother’s hand and started towards her favourite section. Whenever her mother wanted to come to this particular shop, her father always took her to the bookshelf in the corner. It had all the books she loved reading herself, including the ones that she allowed her father to read when he seemed too bored to sit quietly and wait. Rose didn’t mind; he really did have a very good troll voice.

There was a book she wanted, one that her father had started reading to her but had not yet finished. Once she rounded the corner and saw her book being pulled out, she realised she had to stop her book being taken.

“That’s mine.”

The boy’s eyes widened as he gripped the book to his chest. “No, it’s not. It’s mine.”

Rose shook her head as she got closer. “I saw it first.”

“Nah ah. I saw it first.”

The boy was obviously lying. Rose stepped forward to take what was hers when a tall woman with the same hair as the boy stepped between them. Rose looked up in surprise at the scowling face of the scariest woman she had ever seen, but she wasn’t about to let her favourite book be taken besides that.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked her as she looked down her straight nose at Rose.

Rose pointed meekly towards the boy hiding behind that woman’s robes. “He took my book.”

The woman considered this before she looked down at the boy in question. “Scorpius?”

The boy glared at Rose but looked innocently at the woman. “I saw the book first.”

The woman considered this. “My son says it’s his book.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “It’s not. It’s my book.” She tried to go around the woman to get her book back but was stopped by her mother calling out her name.

The woman who stood before her glared at her mother as she came closer. “Ah! I should have known she was yours. She has the same hair, after all.”

Rose’s mother smiled in the way she usually did when Rose did something wrong and was about to get a good scolding. “That’s not the only thing she has of mine.”

As the two adults glared at each other, Rose found herself extremely put out by having the attention being taken away from the important matter at hand. She yanked on her mother’s robes, and once her mother looked down, she pointed at the boy who was now brave enough to stand by the woman. “He took my book.”

Her mother frowned before she bent down and picked out another book, just like the one her father had read and the boy had taken. Rose looked at it in confusion. She was so sure that the boy had taken her book.

“Here you go.”

Rose looked at the book the boy held, they looked so identical.

Realising what Rose was thinking, her mother smiled and pointed at the section where she picked out the book. “There’s more than once, Rosie. You can share it, can’t you?”

Still suspicious and confused, Rose nodded.

“Well then,” the tall woman said snarkily. “I suppose this is what we can expect from the child of two of the golden trio. Entitlement with no apology.”

Her mother stiffened beside her. “Rosie,” her mother began in the tone Rose had become so familiar with, “what do you do when you do something wrong?”

“I must apologise?” Rose asked her mother.

“Yes, now go apologise.” Her mother gestured to the boy who was looking too smug for Rose’s taste.

She looked at her mother in surprise. She had ever had to apologise to her father, which was why she knew of only one way to do it. Still confused, she turned towards the boy who was still looking too smug for Rose.

“I’m sorry.”

The boy opened his mouth to reply but found his eyes widening instead when Rose leant forward and kissed him on the lips the way she was used to when apologising to her father.

The gasp of outrage from the tall woman scared Rose.

“Come now, Scorpius,” the tall woman said as she grabbed onto her son and yanked him away from them. “It would serve your daughter well to teach some manners.”

Rose looked up at her mother expecting her to be angry and instead found her fighting the urge to laugh. Her mother held out Rose’s favourite book, her smile wide and her eyes full of happiness. “We are not telling Daddy what happened here, okay?”

Rose nodded as she took the book from her mother’s outstretched hand. “Even if it is funny?” Her father did love funny stories, and there was nothing funnier than the way the boy had looked at Rose after she had apologised.

Her mother laughed as she once again took Rose by the hand. “Even if it is funny.”

While Rose Weasley was dragged away by her mother, she instantly forgot the altercation as all she could think about was getting home and opening her new present so that her father could read it for her. What she didn’t know was that while the moment in the shop had completely slipped her mind, Scorpius never forgot it; for on her first day of Hogwarts, Rose couldn’t help but notice how she kept drawing the attention of one blond-haired boy. Even Albus noticed since it made him ask her if she knew the child of a well-known Slytherin.

“No,” Rose had said as they entered the Great Hall together, feeling apprehension at the concept of getting sorted for the first time. She could imagine how she would be disappointing her father if she wasn’t placed in Gryffindor.

Rose looked at the boy who seemed too interested in her and their eyes met. “But, I think I know him.” Feeling unsettled, she looked away. She wondered why she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had an enemy even before school had started.
mollywheezy: scorpius and rosemollywheezy on April 6th, 2012 08:54 pm (UTC)
Very original and believable! I LOLed at ickle Rosie's apology. ;D
sisi_ramblessisi_rambles on April 6th, 2012 10:44 pm (UTC)
What a cute meeting! Ickle!Rose is so adorable.

[O]ne thing was blatantly clear to her even at that age. “Daddy doesn’t like books, Mummy.” Oh Ron, I hope he never changes :D
drcjsniderdrcjsnider on April 7th, 2012 03:13 pm (UTC)
Great little story... it would be a perfect beginning for a longer rose/scorpius fic. Adore how she kissed scorpius on the lips after appologizing.
enchantedteapot: blairenchantedteapot on April 10th, 2012 09:33 am (UTC)
Adorable! Oh Rosie, you've probably scarred the boy for life with all that lip-locking!
missdaganemissdagane on April 11th, 2012 08:38 am (UTC)
I loved how dhe kiss him. So lovely.