Drabble: In His Custody (Scorpius/Rose)
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sarahyyyTitle: In His Custody
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sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13 for off-screen sex and violence
Character/Pairing: Scorpius/Rose
Word Count: 920
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: This came to me in a dream and I wrote it on 750words.com. =D
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He watches as her eyes flutter open and takes in her surroundings. He lets out a soft cough just to alert her of his presence and she turns over, a look of confusion pasted on her face, and asks, "Where am I?" Her tone is almost accusatory.
"You're at a safe house, Miss Weasley." His voice is smooth, practiced and it sounds foreign to even himself. "You were shot with a Muggle weapon in your abdomen but the healers say that it'll be fine."
She stares at him for a moment, just observing him, and he shuffles, adding, "I am Agent Malfoy from the Ministry's Secret Service. I am here to keep you out of harm's way."
She nods slowly. "What happened?"
"There was a raid at your residence, Miss Weasley," he announces officially.
Her eyes flare with fear and anxiety. "Where is everyone else?"
"That..." he trails off, "I'm afraid I'm not authorized to reveal such information."
She doesn't give up. "But you know."
He nods curtly, just once and she looks him straight in the eye. "Are all of them safe?"
Something —pity— flashes through his eyes and for a second or two, he doesn't know what to say. "You need to eat," he settles for, "I'll come back with food, Miss Weasley."
---
When he returns, her eyes are red but dry. She ignores the food he sets before her and asks softly, "Who?"
There is no point hiding it from her, really; she is going to find out one way or another. "Your father, Miss Weasley."
And then he watches as her chin trembles lightly, her eyes well up with tears and then she just breaks down into heart-wrenching sobs and he thinks to himself that it is the time to screw protocol and he scoops her into his arms, whispering comforting words and rubbing her back gently.
"I'm sorry, Rose. I'm so sorry," he murmurs into her hair.
She doesn't respond, just pulls him closer as she cries into his shoulder.
---
"Why dad?"
He hesitates for a moment for he can still see the flash of raw pain in her eyes. "He died saving your mother's life; absolutely refused to see her die in front of him."
She swallows and tears up again. "Do you think it was...painful for him?"
He thinks it must be. Ron Weasley died of severe blood loss after being hit with two consecutive Sectumsempra. The Ministry would cover that up, though, so he just shakes his head. "It was an Avada."
Her lips quiver still. "Do you... Do you know who did it?"
He looks indecisive for a moment. "I'm not at liberty to tell. I'm sorry."
"Score," she turns to face him and he can see the unshed tears in her eyes and there is a brief pang of pain in his chest, "I am stuck here with you and I'm probably not going to get out till the scumbag is caught. I just want to know," she swallows, "It's something I need to know."
He hesitates but ultimately tells her. "Anthony McLaggen."
She gasps and he remembers that she dated him briefly in their fifth year before breaking up amicably when he graduated. McLaggen had two years on them.
"Why?" It's so soft that he almost misses it.
"He's a Wannabe," he says quietly, subdued. Wannabes was the term coined for all the witches and wizards who dreamed of continuing Voldemort's legacy.
She doesn't speak and he sneaks a glance at his watch. "It's late. I should let you sleep."
She grasps his hand. "Can you stay with me? I just need to be around someone right now."
He nods and lets her rest her head against his chest.
---
He doesn't know how it started. One moment he is rubbing soothing circles on her back as she recounts the good times she had with her father and the next their lips are pressed together, locked in a searing kiss.
It is unprofessional, it is unethical and the last thing he should do is to take advantage of her confused state of emotions right now but he cannot stop and she doesn't seem to want him to stop and he thinks that if he can comfort her best this way, he will.
---
When he wakes up, she isn't next to him.
He can feel that his wards have been lowered and her wand lies almost carelessly at the foot of the bed. His wand is nowhere to be seen.
There is no note but he knows where she is.
---
Two days later, she comes back. He doesn't ask questions.
She passes him a copy of the day's Prophet and the headlines read: "Ministry's Most Wanted: Dead in Own Residence".
"I had to do it," she whispers, tearing up.
All he does is to pull her in his arms and murmur, "I know.”
---
Ten minutes after they have been authorized to leave the safe house, the Ministry orders for him to take her to the Ministry of Magic. It is as he thought, the Ministry suspects her.
They perform tests on her wand and they insinuate things but there is no evidence and they cannot interrogate her.
"Did you do it, Miss Weasley?" becomes their last resort.
She doesn't answer, just stares blankly ahead and he becomes the focus of the stares of Ministry officials instead.
He does it then.
He does his job.
---
"She was in the safe house all along."
...he keeps her safe.
Author:
sarahyyy Rating: PG-13 for off-screen sex and violence
Character/Pairing: Scorpius/Rose
Word Count: 920
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: This came to me in a dream and I wrote it on 750words.com. =D
---------------------
He watches as her eyes flutter open and takes in her surroundings. He lets out a soft cough just to alert her of his presence and she turns over, a look of confusion pasted on her face, and asks, "Where am I?" Her tone is almost accusatory.
"You're at a safe house, Miss Weasley." His voice is smooth, practiced and it sounds foreign to even himself. "You were shot with a Muggle weapon in your abdomen but the healers say that it'll be fine."
She stares at him for a moment, just observing him, and he shuffles, adding, "I am Agent Malfoy from the Ministry's Secret Service. I am here to keep you out of harm's way."
She nods slowly. "What happened?"
"There was a raid at your residence, Miss Weasley," he announces officially.
Her eyes flare with fear and anxiety. "Where is everyone else?"
"That..." he trails off, "I'm afraid I'm not authorized to reveal such information."
She doesn't give up. "But you know."
He nods curtly, just once and she looks him straight in the eye. "Are all of them safe?"
Something —pity— flashes through his eyes and for a second or two, he doesn't know what to say. "You need to eat," he settles for, "I'll come back with food, Miss Weasley."
---
When he returns, her eyes are red but dry. She ignores the food he sets before her and asks softly, "Who?"
There is no point hiding it from her, really; she is going to find out one way or another. "Your father, Miss Weasley."
And then he watches as her chin trembles lightly, her eyes well up with tears and then she just breaks down into heart-wrenching sobs and he thinks to himself that it is the time to screw protocol and he scoops her into his arms, whispering comforting words and rubbing her back gently.
"I'm sorry, Rose. I'm so sorry," he murmurs into her hair.
She doesn't respond, just pulls him closer as she cries into his shoulder.
---
"Why dad?"
He hesitates for a moment for he can still see the flash of raw pain in her eyes. "He died saving your mother's life; absolutely refused to see her die in front of him."
She swallows and tears up again. "Do you think it was...painful for him?"
He thinks it must be. Ron Weasley died of severe blood loss after being hit with two consecutive Sectumsempra. The Ministry would cover that up, though, so he just shakes his head. "It was an Avada."
Her lips quiver still. "Do you... Do you know who did it?"
He looks indecisive for a moment. "I'm not at liberty to tell. I'm sorry."
"Score," she turns to face him and he can see the unshed tears in her eyes and there is a brief pang of pain in his chest, "I am stuck here with you and I'm probably not going to get out till the scumbag is caught. I just want to know," she swallows, "It's something I need to know."
He hesitates but ultimately tells her. "Anthony McLaggen."
She gasps and he remembers that she dated him briefly in their fifth year before breaking up amicably when he graduated. McLaggen had two years on them.
"Why?" It's so soft that he almost misses it.
"He's a Wannabe," he says quietly, subdued. Wannabes was the term coined for all the witches and wizards who dreamed of continuing Voldemort's legacy.
She doesn't speak and he sneaks a glance at his watch. "It's late. I should let you sleep."
She grasps his hand. "Can you stay with me? I just need to be around someone right now."
He nods and lets her rest her head against his chest.
---
He doesn't know how it started. One moment he is rubbing soothing circles on her back as she recounts the good times she had with her father and the next their lips are pressed together, locked in a searing kiss.
It is unprofessional, it is unethical and the last thing he should do is to take advantage of her confused state of emotions right now but he cannot stop and she doesn't seem to want him to stop and he thinks that if he can comfort her best this way, he will.
---
When he wakes up, she isn't next to him.
He can feel that his wards have been lowered and her wand lies almost carelessly at the foot of the bed. His wand is nowhere to be seen.
There is no note but he knows where she is.
---
Two days later, she comes back. He doesn't ask questions.
She passes him a copy of the day's Prophet and the headlines read: "Ministry's Most Wanted: Dead in Own Residence".
"I had to do it," she whispers, tearing up.
All he does is to pull her in his arms and murmur, "I know.”
---
Ten minutes after they have been authorized to leave the safe house, the Ministry orders for him to take her to the Ministry of Magic. It is as he thought, the Ministry suspects her.
They perform tests on her wand and they insinuate things but there is no evidence and they cannot interrogate her.
"Did you do it, Miss Weasley?" becomes their last resort.
She doesn't answer, just stares blankly ahead and he becomes the focus of the stares of Ministry officials instead.
He does it then.
He does his job.
---
"She was in the safe house all along."
...he keeps her safe.
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Date: 2010-10-22 01:32 pm (UTC)