Disclamer:I do not own Harry Potter
In the Rain
by Moth-chan
Running up a sidewalk is not a fun experience when in Hogsmeade. Especially when it's raining (instead of the usual snow), and when you fall directly on your rear thanks to a very –ahem- wet puddle, it's just wonderful.
Shit. Rose scowled as her attempt to get up off the rain-soaked cement failed her. Her cheeks felt hot from embarrassment as her sopping wet hair fell into her eyes. "I hate myself."
She also harbored a strong dislike for a certain Malfoy, whom of which had deliberately abandoned her when Madam Hooch had assigned both of them to go to Hogsmeade to pick up new Quidditch uniforms for the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff teams.
She sat there for a moment, allowing the pounding rain to drench her, while she looked around to see if anyone had witnessed her slip-up. Rose had never walked the streets of Hogsmeade when they were so utterly abandoned, save the few runaway dogs scurrying back to their supposedly warm homes. She didn't even know people here owned dogs. Sighing, Rose put her bag of new robes in one hand, while placing her bulging book bag on the other shoulder so she could search for her umbrella buried somewhere in the mass. "Stupid rain. Stupid-"
A deep voice came from behind. "Do you always talk to yourself?" Rose whipped her head around and looked up to pale white hair and light gray eyes. She felt herself flush.
She stared up at him, not saying a word. He just stood there under the dark blue umbrella he sported. He didn't seem to have been waiting for an answer. "Well? Are you going to stand up anytime soon?"
Rose frowned at Scorpius and stayed silent, still as a statue, sitting on wet cement. She looked him over and noticed he was far enough away so she was not under the shelter of his umbrella, but close enough so the edge if it was almost directly overhead, dripping even more rainwater across her already freezing body.Her frown turned into a glare. Bastard.
Rose debated in her head whether to reply or not. Reply it was, "Are you going to leave anytime soon?" She closed her bag, deciding she would rather get even wetter -if that was possible- than be in Scorpius' company while searching for her seemingly non-existent umbrella. She carefully got in a stance to stand up and adjusted her belongings. Tennis shoes, she just discovered, were incredibly easy to slip in, and she was not about to fall again and make an even bigger fool of herself right in-front of a sneering, handsome person-who she hated. Really hated. Like, a lot.
She felt his eyes looking over her and huffed. As she shakily began to stand, her foot once again was unfaithful and allowed her to fall. For the third time. She squeezed her eyes shut, and waited for a snide remark, a nasty laugh, or... something at least.
"Uh, Rose? How about opening your eyes?"
Rose cracked her eyes open, and looked to a pale, outstretched hand. She looked up to the owner; he was waiting. Waiting for her to take his hand.
She slowly, almost cautiously, took his hand and he helped pull her up. He yanked her closer to him, so to be under his umbrella. He began to walk back towards Hogwarts, Rose in tow, keeping her hand in his. She allowed herself a smile.
"Stop walking so slowly."
"Sorry!"
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