a/n: I do not own Harry Potter.
This is for the absolutely bloody amazing Dee, who is just amazing and needs to have a very happy birthday because I said so.
Love you, bitch!
She slammed the door loudly, the noise echoing throughout the house. She promised herself, this time she was going to walk away. She wasn't going to stand there and argue over something so trivial and stupid again, something that didn't really matter at all. But there was no way that she was going to go back in there to apologise and smile and act like everything was okay when she knew that they were both just falling to pieces. They were a disaster waiting to happen, a ticking time bomb ready to explode. Rose was sick of waiting – maybe she should just pull the pin. Walk out that door and never come back.
But in the pane of frosted glass, she could see his face. Crinkled, and even in the pale shimmer of the reflection, looking red and angry. Their arguments did this to her, too.
"Where do you think you're going?" Scorpius spat, a snarl playing around the edges of his lips.
"Away – away from here. Away from you!" Rose turned, wrenching the door open, staring out onto the foggy street, barely illuminated by the dim streetlights.
"It doesn't look like it," Scorpius' face contorted into a smirk, and Rose began to shriek.
"I don't care anymore, Scorpius," that was a lie – Scorpius wanted to call her bluff, but somewhere inside of him unease stirred. Had she really stopped caring?
"I'm sick of this, this fighting, this arguing – it's not fair on me. I hate you, Scorpius, I don't know why I put up with all of this," she turned to walk away again, or at least possibly consider it, but the tall blond was blocking her view.
"You're not going anywhere," Scorpius growled, his stomach turning. Maybe he had pushed her too far, maybe she was going to leave. Not that he'd care, either way – he couldn't care. She hadn't come to mean that much to him had she?
"Move out of the way," Rose snarled as she pulled out her wand.
Scorpius still didn't move, and Rose pressed her wand into his chest, causing his shirt to bunch up into tiny mountains around the wand's point.
"I swear to God, Scorpius if you don't move, I will gladly hex you into oblivion," Rose was practically steaming now, her red hair sticking to her forehead with a thin sheen of sweat.
Scorpius, weighing up his options, shook his head slowly. Rose shoved him hard, causing him to jolt backwards, almost tumbling off the step, but he managed to steady himself by clinging onto the peeling doorframe.
Rose wondered what she could do, for a moment – she wracked her brain, trying to figure out her boyfriend's weakness – her eyes lit up, and a smile formed on her rosy lips.
Within seconds, Scorpius was on the floor, writhing as Rose began to tickle him. He was caught between hysterical laughter, anger and tears. Rose stifled a giggle at the sight of him, helpless and innocent. She had a clear path away from the house now, but she paused, as Scorpius stood up right, leaning against the doorway to catch his breath. Between gasps of air, he leaned down, still clutching his side, and kissed her softly on the lips.
His smile was friendly, his eyes wide and held none of the anger that they'd projected before. Rose and Scorpius were happy, for now, but Rose secretly hoped that they would have another argument soon. She liked this tactic much better than her usual shouting and ranting.