Flying, not Falling
"Lucky I'm in love with my best friend. Lucky to have been where I have been. Lucky to be coming home again."
Lucky, Colbie Callait and Jason Mraz
She prefers not to call it falling for someone.
Because, really, she was never falling for him. Unlike most people's transition from just friendsto something more, it wasn't painful. She took it in stride with a big smile upon her face.
She's Rose Nymphadora Weasley and that's the way she does things.
Thankfully for her, he feels the same way (though he may not realise this), and though he doesn't notice at first, she's sure they're destined to get married. Like all of the Muggle couples in her romance novels that she pores over, wondering if she'll ever feel that feeling that they all seem to feel when they kiss their true love. For some reason she's so surethat Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is her true love and will maybe (probably) always be.
So this is why she prefers to call it flying in love, not falling.
Yes, it sounds silly, but Rose has never had a taste for falling. On those Muggle rollercoasters that her mum drags her onto, she loves the part when they go upupup and loathes the part when they fall downdowndown. She feels as if she's going to fall out of her seat and splatter on the concrete cement. But when she's up in the air, when she's flying, she's invincible Rose Weasley and she can do anything. (Yes, she's a Quidditch player, not to mention on her broom whenever she's not working on schoolwork. And though she's not as good as James or Albus, she still loves Quidditch)
Flying in love is a good sensation, one that Rose wants to feel.
Then, one day, he (finally) decides to admit that he's in love with her. But, to his great disadvantage, he begins with the sentence, "Rose, I think I'm falling in love with you."
"No, you're not," Rose frowns, crossing her pale arms tightly across her chest.
"What do you mean?" Scorpius looks a bit hurt. "How could you know if I am or not? Do you mean you don't feel the same way?"
Draping an arm lazily across his broad shoulders, Rose whispers to him, "Scorpius, do you like the sensation of falling? It gives you that unpleasant feeling in your stomach, y'know. But flying, Scorp, when you're flying, you're invincible. And that is how you make me feel. Like I'm flying, not like I'm falling. Because I never was falling for you. I was flying for you."
"Quidditch fan," Scorpius laughs, shaking his head as he stares into her eyes. "Well, I suppose you could say that I'm flying for you then."
"Much better," She approves, pulling him closer. Cautiously, he decides to cross the carefully placed line once and for all, so he leans in and plants a careful kiss on her lips. Just like in those incredibly unrealistic Muggle books, she has that feeling right in the pit of her stomach. No, it doesn't feel like she's falling, because she hates that feeling. But she loves this amazing feeling.
It's just like she's flying again.
Which, really, she always was.
A/N: Well, there's a fifteen minute drabble for you, a little RoseScorp treat for those who ship it. I think it's a bit different- but maybe you'll like it. And hopefully you'll review.