Title: Windows
Author/Artist: Kamitori
Pairing: Scorpius/Rose
Fandom: Harry Potter
Theme: #1 - “Look over here”
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

AN: Heeeeeeh....this is my first time writing a Harry Potter fic, even if it's just drabbles for the 30_Kisses community....I hope I do well!

Shopping in Diagon Alley is always tedious with her family—she supposes Aunt Ginny inherited hustling everyone from shop to shop from Grandmother Weasley, or it might be because of Cousin Victoire and Cousin Roxanne keep window shopping, but the constant chaotic movement from place to place and constant sudden stops never fail to make her irritable, especially since the trips always leave her with throbbing feet afterwards. So this year, being wiser than the last (thank goodness she inherited her mum’s brains), Rose excused herself from the large Weasley-Potter group to get her shopping done quickly. Albus tagged along under the pretences of keeping her company.

‘Why is shopping always so chaotic?’ Albus mumbled to himself as they exited Flourish and Blotts with the necessary books needed for their next term at Hogwarts. ‘I swear, Mum’s turning out to be a lot like Grand mum, driving us around like a shepherdess leading her sheep!’

‘You’re spending too much time with Flitwick, Al,’ Rose replied. ‘You rarely make comparisons like that back when we were younger.’

‘Are you implying that I’m an idiot?’

‘Of course not, dearest cousin!’ Rose exclaimed with mock horror. ‘I’m just saying you’re not as smart as I am!’ The two burst out in a fit of laughter. ‘Well, we should probably go and get new robes. C’mon, Albus.’

‘Wait, hold on, Rose,’ he said, pointing at the window of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. ‘Look over here! Isn’t that Scorpius Malfoy in there?’

Rose jogged over to where Albus was standing and peered into the window. ‘You’re right!’ she said, cracking into a grin. ‘I never thought I’d see the day where a Malfoy would go into a joke shop, one run by our family, none the less.’

‘Is that really a shocker, Weasley? Potter?’ snapped the aforementioned Malfoy, an annoyed scowl on his face and a joke shop bag in his hand.

‘Not at all, Scorp,’ Albus replied, slinging his arm around his friend’s shoulder, a smug look on his face. ‘I’m guessing that’s the you-know-what to use on you-know-who?’

‘But of course, Albus,’ Scorpius answered with a devious grin. ‘Who else would it be for?’

‘Boys,’ Rose muttered. ‘Haven’t you two tormented Reginald Phorks enough?’

The two exchanged glances. ‘Noooo.....’ was their reply. Rose rolled her eyes and wondered how they even managed to send mental messages when they were both dense as six metre cement blocks. ‘Besides,’ Scorpius piped. ‘Regibald got us in trouble with McGonagall last term before school ended.’

‘We had to suffer a long, drawn out Saturday of detention because of Pharts, that son of a git!’ Albus added.

Rose sighed and wondered why she even tried to reason with the twin devils. ‘Fine, fine,’ she said exasperatedly. ‘Let’s just go and get our robes for goodness’s sakes!’ She grabbed both their ears and dragged them to the robe shop to keep them from making more snide comments about Phorks, ignoring their shouts and protests of pain (thank goodness I also inherited my mum’s strength).

The inside of Madam Malin’s was quite except for the occasional sound of scissors snipping and low chattering. Albus was currently getting his robes fitted while Rose and Scorpius waited out front. Rose, still angry at Scorpius and Albus for planning to exact revenge on Phorks, was ignoring all attempts made by Scorpius to indulge in small talk. ‘Aww, come on, Rosie,’ he cajoled. ‘It’s not like throwing dung bombs at him’s dangerous. Besides, it’s not like you like the git or anything...you don’t like Regibald...right?’

Rose felt the tips of her ears redden. ‘U-um,’ she stuttered, trying to keep her face from turning as red as her ears. ‘I-it’s not fine t-to throw dung bombs a-at R-Reginald! I-I’m going to t-tell P-Professor M-McGonagall about it!’

Scorpius’s eyes widened in shock. ‘You do like that prat!’ he exclaimed in horror. A look of hurt flashed in his eyes.

Her mouth was gaping like a fish, she knew it. Incoherent sounds and squeaks came out as she tried to string together a sentence of comprehendible words. When that failed her (she could feel her face heating up), she dashed out of the shop and ran blindly. She could hear Scorpius call out to her, dimly, distantly—she kept running. Her feet slapped against the wet cobblestones as she weaved in and out between people. She didn’t stop until she hit a solid wall (a wall that went, ‘Oof’?). She slowly looked up and widened her eyes. She could feel her face heating up yet again. In front of her was Reginald Phorks.

‘Bloody ‘ell!’ he snapped. ‘Watch were you’re going, w—Weasley? Rose Weasley? Issat you?’

‘Uh, um, yes?’ she squeaked, backing up a bit.

He and his friends sniggered. ‘Oi, lookit, Rect,’ he said to his friend. ‘It’s lil’ Rosie Weasley! Where’s your ickle cousin and his friend, Rose?’

Her eyes narrowed and glared up at him. His eyes held nothing but malice—she’d never seen that kind of look in his eyes before, though those times she always had one or both boys with her. ‘They’re not here, Reginald,’ she replied sharply. ‘Is there anything you want with them?’

‘Hm, nothing, really,’ he replied. ‘C’mon, boys. Let’s leave the little whore alone.’

Craaaaaaaaaack

Rose’s eyes widened. Reginald scrambled off the ground and held his bleeding nose, glaring icily at Scorpius. ‘You little—!’

‘Little what, Regibald?’ Scorpius replied coldly, pointing his wand threateningly at the other male. ‘If you want to be able to have little brats in the future, I suggest you apologise to Rose and scram.’ The older male paled and skittered away, hands between his legs. Scorpius snorted and tucked his wand away. ‘Hn. What a coward,’ he muttered. ‘I don’t see how you can like that pond scum.’

‘I don’t,’ she replied softly. ‘At least, not now; I did find him somewhat attractive before I looked in his eyes...’ He raised his eyebrow questioningly, earning a punch to the elbow. ‘You twit,’ she grumbled. ‘Haven’t you ever heard of the saying, “the eyes are the windows to the soul”? Sheesh! Boys!’

He chuckled and rubbed his arm. ‘Course I have, Rosie, m’dear,’ he replied. ‘Well, do I at least get a reward for saving you?’

She harrumphed. ‘Close your eyes.’ Leaning forward she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. ‘There,’ she mumbled, flushing bright red. ‘Well, let’s get back to Al...’

If it were possible, Scorpius’s wide eyes became even wider. ‘Bloody—Albus!’ he shouted, darting off. ‘I gotta tell him about this! He’s going to so kill you when he hears that you had a crush on Regibald!’

‘Ha?! Scorp! Wait! Don’t you dare tell! Hey!’