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sarahyyyTitle: I Think I Love Her
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Rating: PG-13
Paring/Characters: Optimus Zabini (OC), Scorpius Malfoy, Scorpius/Rose
Word Count: 543
Disclaimer: Optimus is mine. The rest? =(
Prompt: Took two lines from "Singin’ in the Rain": I can't get her out of my mind. - How could you - she's the first dame who hasn't fallen for your line since you were four.
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When Optimus Zabini walked into his best friend’s study after receiving an urgent owl from him, he was not expecting Scorpius to be slumped on his couch, nursing a firewhisky.
Optimus rolled his eyes. “What is it, drama queen?”
“I can’t get her out of my mind,” Scorpius groaned almost pathetically. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. I can’t think properly, my head pounds every time I try!”
Optimus snorted. “I’d take a wild guess and tell you that it’s the doing of your firewhisky.”
“It’s not,” Scorpius glared at Optimus, “I’m not drunk.”
“No you aren’t,” Optimus patronized, “You’re hung-over.”
“I think I love her,” Scorpius suddenly declared.
Optimus raised an eyebrow sharply. “Who?”
“Rose Weasley,” Scorpius replied with a sad sigh, “I think I love her.”
Optimus choked on his drink. “I thought you said you were never going to talk to or about her ever again?”
“I tried!” Scorpius exclaimed. “But she was there in that dress and it was green and it was… And I…” he took a breath to stabilize himself, “Merlin, I think I love her.”
“Well,” Optimus drawled, swirling his firewhisky in its glass, “Did you talk to her?”
“Yeah,” Scorpius replied glumly.
“What did you say?”
“I asked her, ‘Where have you been my whole life?’.”
Optimus started cackling. “Oh sweet, sweet Salazar! I should have known.”
Scorpius glared.
“She gave me a weird look, snorted and said, ‘Getting the hell away from you.’ Then she left.” He sighed dejectedly. “But I still can’t get her out of my mind.”
Optimus swallowed his laugh. “How could you? She’s the first witch that hasn’t fallen for your line since you were four.”
Scorpius sighed again. Optimus was much amused.
“At least you didn’t follow her out,” Optimus said with a snort.
Scorpius groaned. “I did.”
Optimus shook his head, laughing all the while. “You’ll be the death of me, Score. What else did you do? Pull on her pigtails or try to serenade her?”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Scorpius grounded out while sending death glares in the direction of his best friend.
Optimus shrugged, contentedly sipping at his drink, a sly smirk on his lips. Not a while later, Scorpius couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“I think I love her!” he burst out.
Optimus chuckled. “I think I get the general idea.”
Scorpius gave him a withering look. “I don’t know why I ever thought you could help me out.”
Optimus smirked and decided that he’d had his share of the fun. “You should tell her. Properly,” he added before Scorpius could protest, “No cliché pickup lines. I think she’d appreciate it.”
Scorpius opened his mouth to tell Optimus how stupid an idea he thought it was but shut it immediately.
“You know what?” Scorpius asked him, an incredulous look on his face, “I think you’re right.”
Optimus only smirked.
“You’re right!” Scorpius exclaimed, “I can’t use the lines that are in the book. Not with a bird like Weasley. I need to create my own line. Something creative, something better… Cheesier.”
Optimus rolled his eyes but kept his comment to himself, a plan forming in his head. Everything was bound to go wrong. Why ruin the entertainment?
Author:
sarahyyy Rating: PG-13
Paring/Characters: Optimus Zabini (OC), Scorpius Malfoy, Scorpius/Rose
Word Count: 543
Disclaimer: Optimus is mine. The rest? =(
Prompt: Took two lines from "Singin’ in the Rain": I can't get her out of my mind. - How could you - she's the first dame who hasn't fallen for your line since you were four.
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When Optimus Zabini walked into his best friend’s study after receiving an urgent owl from him, he was not expecting Scorpius to be slumped on his couch, nursing a firewhisky.
Optimus rolled his eyes. “What is it, drama queen?”
“I can’t get her out of my mind,” Scorpius groaned almost pathetically. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks. I can’t think properly, my head pounds every time I try!”
Optimus snorted. “I’d take a wild guess and tell you that it’s the doing of your firewhisky.”
“It’s not,” Scorpius glared at Optimus, “I’m not drunk.”
“No you aren’t,” Optimus patronized, “You’re hung-over.”
“I think I love her,” Scorpius suddenly declared.
Optimus raised an eyebrow sharply. “Who?”
“Rose Weasley,” Scorpius replied with a sad sigh, “I think I love her.”
Optimus choked on his drink. “I thought you said you were never going to talk to or about her ever again?”
“I tried!” Scorpius exclaimed. “But she was there in that dress and it was green and it was… And I…” he took a breath to stabilize himself, “Merlin, I think I love her.”
“Well,” Optimus drawled, swirling his firewhisky in its glass, “Did you talk to her?”
“Yeah,” Scorpius replied glumly.
“What did you say?”
“I asked her, ‘Where have you been my whole life?’.”
Optimus started cackling. “Oh sweet, sweet Salazar! I should have known.”
Scorpius glared.
“She gave me a weird look, snorted and said, ‘Getting the hell away from you.’ Then she left.” He sighed dejectedly. “But I still can’t get her out of my mind.”
Optimus swallowed his laugh. “How could you? She’s the first witch that hasn’t fallen for your line since you were four.”
Scorpius sighed again. Optimus was much amused.
“At least you didn’t follow her out,” Optimus said with a snort.
Scorpius groaned. “I did.”
Optimus shook his head, laughing all the while. “You’ll be the death of me, Score. What else did you do? Pull on her pigtails or try to serenade her?”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Scorpius grounded out while sending death glares in the direction of his best friend.
Optimus shrugged, contentedly sipping at his drink, a sly smirk on his lips. Not a while later, Scorpius couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“I think I love her!” he burst out.
Optimus chuckled. “I think I get the general idea.”
Scorpius gave him a withering look. “I don’t know why I ever thought you could help me out.”
Optimus smirked and decided that he’d had his share of the fun. “You should tell her. Properly,” he added before Scorpius could protest, “No cliché pickup lines. I think she’d appreciate it.”
Scorpius opened his mouth to tell Optimus how stupid an idea he thought it was but shut it immediately.
“You know what?” Scorpius asked him, an incredulous look on his face, “I think you’re right.”
Optimus only smirked.
“You’re right!” Scorpius exclaimed, “I can’t use the lines that are in the book. Not with a bird like Weasley. I need to create my own line. Something creative, something better… Cheesier.”
Optimus rolled his eyes but kept his comment to himself, a plan forming in his head. Everything was bound to go wrong. Why ruin the entertainment?
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