a/n: rewritten 4/30/14

prompt: frog


At twelve years old, Rose Weasley didn't know much. She had no clue why the sky was blue, or the grass was green, or why cows had such large nipples. What she did know, however, was that she was absolutely petrified of frogs. They were slimy, sticky, croaked, had unnaturally long tongues, and were just all around gross.

So you could understand why when she went swimming with her cousins and their friends the summer after her second year in one of the various rivers nearby the Burrow, she was hesitant to get into the water. There were lily pads everywhere! Where there were lily pads, there were frogs. Rose definitely knew this much.

But Lily and Lucy pleaded with her to swim with them, and she couldn't refuse. She had to maintain her spot as their favourite older cousin, after all. So she sucked her fear up and after a little persuading on Lily and Lucy's parts, she held their palms tightly in hers and ran quickly towards the water, letting out a slight shriek as she hit the cold surface.

It wasn't too bad, she realized quickly. The water was nice after you got used to it and the frogs stayed far away from her, thank Merlin.

But then, of course Albus' stupid friend had to ruin it.

Scorpius Malfoy. Her daddy had warned her about him the day she started Hogwarts and she'd quickly found out just how right he'd been to. Scorpius Malfoy was a big, fat, well, excuse her French but, meany.

She hated him a lot. He was always pulling on her perfect French braids and throwing rocks at her. She had gotten twelve dentition in her last six months at school alone just for kicking him in the shins. Whatever. He deserved it.

This theory was reassured when he took a huge, ugly, beady-eyed frog and threw it in her direction.

Screaming and flailing, she pushed herself from the water and swam towards shore as if she were being chased by a shark. "I swear to Merlin, Scorpius Malfoy!" She screamed at him from the shore. He was laughing so hard she thought he'd swallow the entire lake on accident and drown. "I hope you choke! You're such a jerk! UGH!"

This just made him laugh even harder.

She'd go back in and punch him, but the frog was still in there somewhere and she couldn't risk it. She'd just have to bid her time and wait.

Sitting down on her towel, she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

Boys were so dumb.