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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,618
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Tease
Title: Tease
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #81 – Tease. Enough was enough.
Word Count: 1,005 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Another drabble connected to Prompt #28 – Children. A Rose and Scorpius drabble, taking place in Sixth Year.
Prompt 81 – Tease
Rose did not like to be teased, and when she was younger, she particularly disliked her cousin James for teasing her. If it was not the way she looked, it was about her exceptional grades, or it was about the House she had been Sorted. Slytherin…
She had been the first Weasley in time immemorial who had been Sorted into Slytherin, and she had suffered for it.
“You could have told that old Hat you wanted to be in Gryffindor with James and Albus, you could have chosen, Rosie!” her father admonished in her first letter after being Sorted.
Even her father teased her.
However, up into her Sixth Year, the teasing had turned into something else. Now with Hugo, James, who was in his last year, and Albus, in her own year, had formed what she considered a gang to deride her almost every chance they got. Her own brother, who had been sorted into Ravenclaw, had joined the Gryffindors in teasing and name-calling.
The first Weasley in Slytherin.
Rose ignored them, refusing to get mad after wasting so much energy on trying to get back at her brother and cousins. They humiliated her every chance they got…and it did not seem to matter that they were family.
Just before Halloween had been the worst, and Rose knew that she could no longer hold in her anger, and her loneliness.
Albus had sent one of the great floating pumpkins in the Great Hall, crashing down upon her head just as everyone had sat down for the feast. But it did not stop with ripe pumpkin and candle wax staining her robes and wetting her long caramel hair…her own brother, from the other side of the Hall, tossed Dungbombs at her feet…and soon she was lost in a cloud of putrid purple smoke.
Calmly, Rose turned and walked out of the cloud, leaving her bag with her school work, and moved through the front doors and across the grounds. She drew her wand and tried to cast a cleaning Charm…only to find that at some point one of her relatives had replaced her oak and Caladrius feather wand with a trick wand…of Weasley manufacture.
Rose came to the shore of the Lake after beginning to walk a bit faster away from the castle, thinking that maybe James or Albus would follow her to play more pranks upon her…she was wandless, and she was coated in pumpkin, and smelled of some combination of hippogriff dung and rotten tomatoes. Kneeling next to the black surface of the water, Rose washed her face, doffing her stained robes and throwing them into the dark, not caring if she ever saw them again.
The sound of footsteps into the rocky shore made Rose freeze, water cupped in her hands. She would fight them with her bare hands, even her little brother, if she had to. Enough was enough!
“Here.”
In the dark, with only the moonlight reflecting off the surface of the water, Rose raised her pale honey eyes to see the boy who was not ever supposed to talk to her, reaching his hand out with her wand between his fingers.
“How did you…?” she started, dropping the water in her hands, and snatching her wand from the pale boy’s hand.
“I noticed James had it sticking out of his robes before dinner. I lifted it.”
Rose backed away, casting cleansing Charms over her, dispelling the gooey stain of pumpkin and the acrid stench of the dung-bomb. She started at the boy on the shore, his pale eyes, his pale skin, his pale hair…loose about his face, hanging in silver white curtains, hiding his features.
“You should not have come here, Scorpius. If someone sees you…did anyone see you leave the castle?” Rose whispered, hugging herself now that her robe was lost in the dark.
Scorpius shook his head, his luxurious hair floating on the breeze. Rose sighed, her eyes moving to his crooked tie, to the embroidered Gryffindor patch on his chest…and the prefect’s badge.
If Rose’s father had been angry with her Sorting…Scorpius’ father had been livid.
“If they knew, Rose, if they knew about us…” Scorpius whispered.
Rose tensed. “No!” she hissed. “It is bad enough that they believe they can get away with teasing me because we are family…what do you think they will do when they learn that I am not related to the Potters at all? Hugo is still my brother…and I love him.”
Scorpius’ pale eyes moved to his feet. Rose sighed again…Scorpius had opted to be in Gryffindor, thinking the Rose would be in Gryffindor… He had wanted to be near her since the beginning. It was strange how things worked out. Scorpius was a not friend to her cousins, and in fact they hated each other although being in the same House. James and Albus feared Scorpius…and they had good reason to fear the Malfoy heir. Scorpius was the brightest student in Gryffindor, he was also the best Seeker since Harry Potter, and he was far more handsome than any of his housemates. He was also Rose’s half-brother.
“This has to stop, Rose. The Slytherins are retaliating in your defence, the Gryffindors are actually trying to hurt you, and not just your cousins. Hugo told me that the Ravenclaws are beginning to join the Gryffindors in their teasing,” Scorpius said softly, moving toward Rose, causing her to back away on instinct.
“I don’t need your help, Scorpius. There are already rumours about us…and it has nothing to do with whether or not we are seeing each other…rumours about my mother and your father…” Rose whispered, her lips trembling.
Scorpius sighed and raised a hand to touch her, but Rose skirted away, deeper in the shadow of trees.
“You’re not the bastard child, Scorpius…you’re not the one who has to live everyday knowing that you don’t belong,” Rose whispered.
In the moonlight, Scorpius’ face was strained.
“So, don’t you tease me with some declaration that everything is going to be alright!”
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #81 – Tease. Enough was enough.
Word Count: 1,005 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Another drabble connected to Prompt #28 – Children. A Rose and Scorpius drabble, taking place in Sixth Year.
Prompt 81 – Tease
Rose did not like to be teased, and when she was younger, she particularly disliked her cousin James for teasing her. If it was not the way she looked, it was about her exceptional grades, or it was about the House she had been Sorted. Slytherin…
She had been the first Weasley in time immemorial who had been Sorted into Slytherin, and she had suffered for it.
“You could have told that old Hat you wanted to be in Gryffindor with James and Albus, you could have chosen, Rosie!” her father admonished in her first letter after being Sorted.
Even her father teased her.
However, up into her Sixth Year, the teasing had turned into something else. Now with Hugo, James, who was in his last year, and Albus, in her own year, had formed what she considered a gang to deride her almost every chance they got. Her own brother, who had been sorted into Ravenclaw, had joined the Gryffindors in teasing and name-calling.
The first Weasley in Slytherin.
Rose ignored them, refusing to get mad after wasting so much energy on trying to get back at her brother and cousins. They humiliated her every chance they got…and it did not seem to matter that they were family.
Just before Halloween had been the worst, and Rose knew that she could no longer hold in her anger, and her loneliness.
Albus had sent one of the great floating pumpkins in the Great Hall, crashing down upon her head just as everyone had sat down for the feast. But it did not stop with ripe pumpkin and candle wax staining her robes and wetting her long caramel hair…her own brother, from the other side of the Hall, tossed Dungbombs at her feet…and soon she was lost in a cloud of putrid purple smoke.
Calmly, Rose turned and walked out of the cloud, leaving her bag with her school work, and moved through the front doors and across the grounds. She drew her wand and tried to cast a cleaning Charm…only to find that at some point one of her relatives had replaced her oak and Caladrius feather wand with a trick wand…of Weasley manufacture.
Rose came to the shore of the Lake after beginning to walk a bit faster away from the castle, thinking that maybe James or Albus would follow her to play more pranks upon her…she was wandless, and she was coated in pumpkin, and smelled of some combination of hippogriff dung and rotten tomatoes. Kneeling next to the black surface of the water, Rose washed her face, doffing her stained robes and throwing them into the dark, not caring if she ever saw them again.
The sound of footsteps into the rocky shore made Rose freeze, water cupped in her hands. She would fight them with her bare hands, even her little brother, if she had to. Enough was enough!
“Here.”
In the dark, with only the moonlight reflecting off the surface of the water, Rose raised her pale honey eyes to see the boy who was not ever supposed to talk to her, reaching his hand out with her wand between his fingers.
“How did you…?” she started, dropping the water in her hands, and snatching her wand from the pale boy’s hand.
“I noticed James had it sticking out of his robes before dinner. I lifted it.”
Rose backed away, casting cleansing Charms over her, dispelling the gooey stain of pumpkin and the acrid stench of the dung-bomb. She started at the boy on the shore, his pale eyes, his pale skin, his pale hair…loose about his face, hanging in silver white curtains, hiding his features.
“You should not have come here, Scorpius. If someone sees you…did anyone see you leave the castle?” Rose whispered, hugging herself now that her robe was lost in the dark.
Scorpius shook his head, his luxurious hair floating on the breeze. Rose sighed, her eyes moving to his crooked tie, to the embroidered Gryffindor patch on his chest…and the prefect’s badge.
If Rose’s father had been angry with her Sorting…Scorpius’ father had been livid.
“If they knew, Rose, if they knew about us…” Scorpius whispered.
Rose tensed. “No!” she hissed. “It is bad enough that they believe they can get away with teasing me because we are family…what do you think they will do when they learn that I am not related to the Potters at all? Hugo is still my brother…and I love him.”
Scorpius’ pale eyes moved to his feet. Rose sighed again…Scorpius had opted to be in Gryffindor, thinking the Rose would be in Gryffindor… He had wanted to be near her since the beginning. It was strange how things worked out. Scorpius was a not friend to her cousins, and in fact they hated each other although being in the same House. James and Albus feared Scorpius…and they had good reason to fear the Malfoy heir. Scorpius was the brightest student in Gryffindor, he was also the best Seeker since Harry Potter, and he was far more handsome than any of his housemates. He was also Rose’s half-brother.
“This has to stop, Rose. The Slytherins are retaliating in your defence, the Gryffindors are actually trying to hurt you, and not just your cousins. Hugo told me that the Ravenclaws are beginning to join the Gryffindors in their teasing,” Scorpius said softly, moving toward Rose, causing her to back away on instinct.
“I don’t need your help, Scorpius. There are already rumours about us…and it has nothing to do with whether or not we are seeing each other…rumours about my mother and your father…” Rose whispered, her lips trembling.
Scorpius sighed and raised a hand to touch her, but Rose skirted away, deeper in the shadow of trees.
“You’re not the bastard child, Scorpius…you’re not the one who has to live everyday knowing that you don’t belong,” Rose whispered.
In the moonlight, Scorpius’ face was strained.
“So, don’t you tease me with some declaration that everything is going to be alright!”