Post by Ashlynn Minerva Rose on Aug 11, 2009 15:58:31 GMT -5
Title: Avversione ad Amore
Summery: Rose/Scorpius; 7th year. Rose grew up a bookworm since her father had died and Scorpius a black sheep since he was sorted into Gryffindor. Raised to hate each other, they have no choice but to work together as Head Boy and Girl. Will hate or love win?
Rating: T (I don't plan to have any lemons. Possibly a lime, though.)
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that J.K. owns *tear* And thanks to Lina for the banner!
A/N: This is mostly focused on Rose/Scorpius, but there will be some McG/Dum in the future. After all, what is a story without some MMADness?
Hello Goodbye
“Blood boiled under my skin, burned in my lips. My breath came in a wild gasp. My fingers knotted in his hair, clutching him to me. My lips parted as I breathed in his heady scent.”
The words were fire to the skin as Rose's silver eyes darted smartly across the page, breathing in every scent and emotion the small paragraph read. Her red lips parted some as her breathing quickened while her eyes closed, imagining the sensations that were being created between the two characters. Nimble fingers tightened upon the book ever so slightly before releasing the grip. In the matter of a second, her eyes had re-opened, and her lips closed again, her breathing having returned to normal.
Dog-earing the page she was on, Rose gently placed the sacred novel off to the side, concealing most of it with a muggle jacket she had worn on the way to protect herself from the harsh breeze that had decided to act up that day. She had already changed into her school robes since they were nearing the school; she wasn't one to wait until the last minute to do anything. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a yellow glow and turning to glance out the window, she saw that the intruding light belonged to the none other than Hogwarts. It echoed from the gloomy shadow of the majestic castle that still held its ground after so many years and so many wars.
A commotion from outside her compartment made her head snap around, taking her attention from the beacon of light. She immediately got up from her seat and entered the corridor of the train to find two fifth year boys throwing curses at each other. Her temper flaring, especially since they had started to draw a crowd, she grabbed the nearest boy by his collar, pulling him behind her. Her flaming hair was on end and her silver eyes darkened with a menacing sparkle, showing just how much trouble these two were in.
“And what, pray tell, do you too think you're bloody doing?” she began. Without waiting for a response, she continued, “You think it's funny to start cursing each other on the train? You're not even at school yet! You will be lucky if you're not expelled the second we reach the castle! Now, both of you, get into that compartment, sit on opposite sides, and if you dare even utter a sound, I will make sure that this will be the very last time you even get near Hogwarts. Understood?”
The two boys had scornful looks on their faces, but there was a hint of fear in their eyes. They nodded their heads quickly and headed into the compartment as instructed.
Turning her head to the crowd she announced, “You should all be in your school robes by now. We have almost arrived, so if you have not yet changed, please do so now.”
She raised an eyebrow as she shot a look that emphasized the “now” of her mini-speech. Slowly, the young witches and wizards headed back to where they should be, preparing to depart from the train. Sighing, Rose turned to head back to her compartment, ready to yell at the two a wee bit more, when a voice resounded behind her.
“Ah, Ms. Weasley, very nicely handled. Your first job as Head Girl was a success, as I'm sure everyone had predicted.”
Turning around to face the person at hand, Rose nodded her head politely before replying, “Yes, well you certainly were not there to help. Someone had to handle the situation. The young ones must learn discipline. Without it, the future of our kind will be non-existent.”
Rose's eyes burned slightly, as if the boy before her had just spilled coffee on her favorite set of robes. The young man's eyes held amusement in them. The two marvelous irises battled each other, waiting for the other person to blink. Suddenly, he train lurched, and Rose stumbled forward. The boy quickly caught her by the arm before she fell to the floor. Righting herself, she ripped her arm from his grasp, giving him a glare that would turn most to ash.
“I do believe we are here,” he said in a tone of amusement, his eyes glittering as the two fifth years snuck out of the compartment and raced off the train. “Might I escort you to the school?”
The seventh year boy stretched out his hand to take hers, but Rose turned her back on him, replying with, “I am not helpless, Scorpius; I can escort myself off the train. Besides, I have Head Girl duties to attend to, and I, unlike you, plan to take them seriously. Good day.”
With that, she walked down the corridor and off the train, the playful onyx eyes of Scorpius following her form before he himself followed her off the train.