Teatime!
Title: Craving Cake, Chocolate and a Malfoy ( 23. Ward)
Genre: Romance
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley, assorted St. Mungo's personnel and patients and stuff
Rating: GP
Word Count: 955 words
Summary: Scorpius visits Rose at St. Mungo's.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthweek to me! Scorpius is horribly OC, but I needed to write some fluff.
Rose smoothed down the crisp, white apron she wore over her skirt. She looked at the clock on the wall before deciding that she had earned herself a break. She held the railings carefully as she made her way up the stairs. Rose had started at St. Mungo's only three months ago, but she had fallen into a happy routine. She missed the excitement of working with Quidditch teams, but she knew that some things would have to go if she wanted others.
"Hullo, Rose. Off to break?" a thin Medi-wizard asked as he passed her on the stairs.
"Yes, Roger," she said brightly, but the man was already at the bottom of the steps. She smiled. St. Mungo's also had its own broand of excitement, she supposed.
She reached the top of the stairs safely and pressed the small of her back. She would have to ask Grandma Molly about a remedy for that. She turned to the left and made her way slowly towards the next flight of stairs. There was a loud voice scolding someone angrily. She popped her head through the open doors of the ward.
"Is everything all right, Healer Brentwick?" she asked the haggard-looking Healer holding a rubber duck in one hand.
He looked up. "Yes, yes, Healer Weasley. It's just that Mr. Lockhart here won't return my wand to me."
Rose walked in and said in a sweet but commanding voice, "Gilderoy, give me the wand, honey."
Gilderoy Lockhart looked at her, holding Brentwick's wand in both hands. Rose grinned and dipped her hand into the pocket of her apron and held out a lollipop. "Shall we trade, Gilderoy?"
Lockhart dropped the wand immediately and went for the lollipop. Brentwick picked his wand up happily as Lockhart began trying to open the foil on his lollipop. "Thank you, Healer Weasley."
"Not a problem," Rose said happily. "Ooh," she winced as she pressed her belly.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, just a little kick--" she rubbed the bulge gently, trying to soothe her baby.
"This is why I told you to stop working," a voice said from the doorway. Rose smiled before she turned around and walked up to him. "You always over-exert yourself, you always pretend like you're doing fine even if you're tired, you care about other people more than yourself--"
Rose touched the side of his face. Scorpius fell quiet. Rose nodded to Healer Brentwick, who was now trying to sequester a vial of odd-looking purple liquid from the man in the bed next to the door. She giggled before slipping her hand into Scorpius' and leading him to the next flight of steps. Her foot was on the bottom step when she was unexpectedly swept up into Scorpius' arms and carried up the stairs.
"Things I do for you," Scorpius muttered as he set her down gently once they were on the fifth floor. Rose laughed and gave him a hug.
Rose leaned back and tried to find a comfortable position for her back, which was beginning to really bother her. She kneaded it gently with the tips of her fingers and it sort of alleviated some of the pain. Scorpius came back with a tray laden with goodies for Rose. She looked at them eagerly and smiled up at Scorpius. She was rather proud of him, remembering all the things she craved as he laid cakes and chocolate before her. "Thank you," she said brightly.
"It's nothing," he said dismissively.
"What are you doing here, though?" she asked as he began to tear the foil of her cake for her.
"What do you mean what I'm doing here?" he asked.
"You're a little far from home," she answered. "St. Mungo's isn't exactly in an area you frequent."
"I Apparated here."
Rose looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"All right, all right. Is it a crime to come here and make sure you're okay?"
Rose laughed as she took the plate he shoved at her. She leaned over (hard, considering her belly was quite large) and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you."
"Yeah," Scorpius muttered, peeling back the top off of a canister of jam.
Rose sat up and winced as the pain came back. Scorpius caught it instantly. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just a little back pain."
"That's why I asked you to stop working. You always over-exert yourself, you always pretend like--"
Rose held a finger against his lips. "You know I won't stop working. You know I won't move in with you. You know I refuse to be a pretty little trophy wife embroidering at home."
"I wouldn't expect you to embroider."
Rose smiled gently. "You know that's not the life I want to lead, Scor, honey."
"Okay, okay," Scorpius knew when he was defeated. "If I let you carry on with whatever your little heart desires, would you become my pretty little wife, at least?"
"Scorpius Malfoy, are you proposing?"
Scorpius looked at her. "Oi, independent woman that you are, you don't want me to kneel down and produce the ring from within my breastpocket, do you?"
Rose laughed and watched Scorpius as he pretended to sigh. He got down on one knee and plunged into his robes for the ring. "Rose Weasley, will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
"YAY!" came the cheers of an assortment of some thirty-odd medi-wizards, patients and visitors who had been listening to their entire conversation.
Scorpius buried his face in his hand as Rose slipped the ring on. "I knew I should have done this over dinner."
Rose giggled and Scorpius was compensated for his efforts by a kiss. There was a collective 'aawwwww' from those present.
Genre: Romance
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy/Rose Weasley, assorted St. Mungo's personnel and patients and stuff
Rating: GP
Word Count: 955 words
Summary: Scorpius visits Rose at St. Mungo's.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthweek to me! Scorpius is horribly OC, but I needed to write some fluff.
Rose smoothed down the crisp, white apron she wore over her skirt. She looked at the clock on the wall before deciding that she had earned herself a break. She held the railings carefully as she made her way up the stairs. Rose had started at St. Mungo's only three months ago, but she had fallen into a happy routine. She missed the excitement of working with Quidditch teams, but she knew that some things would have to go if she wanted others.
"Hullo, Rose. Off to break?" a thin Medi-wizard asked as he passed her on the stairs.
"Yes, Roger," she said brightly, but the man was already at the bottom of the steps. She smiled. St. Mungo's also had its own broand of excitement, she supposed.
She reached the top of the stairs safely and pressed the small of her back. She would have to ask Grandma Molly about a remedy for that. She turned to the left and made her way slowly towards the next flight of stairs. There was a loud voice scolding someone angrily. She popped her head through the open doors of the ward.
"Is everything all right, Healer Brentwick?" she asked the haggard-looking Healer holding a rubber duck in one hand.
He looked up. "Yes, yes, Healer Weasley. It's just that Mr. Lockhart here won't return my wand to me."
Rose walked in and said in a sweet but commanding voice, "Gilderoy, give me the wand, honey."
Gilderoy Lockhart looked at her, holding Brentwick's wand in both hands. Rose grinned and dipped her hand into the pocket of her apron and held out a lollipop. "Shall we trade, Gilderoy?"
Lockhart dropped the wand immediately and went for the lollipop. Brentwick picked his wand up happily as Lockhart began trying to open the foil on his lollipop. "Thank you, Healer Weasley."
"Not a problem," Rose said happily. "Ooh," she winced as she pressed her belly.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, just a little kick--" she rubbed the bulge gently, trying to soothe her baby.
"This is why I told you to stop working," a voice said from the doorway. Rose smiled before she turned around and walked up to him. "You always over-exert yourself, you always pretend like you're doing fine even if you're tired, you care about other people more than yourself--"
Rose touched the side of his face. Scorpius fell quiet. Rose nodded to Healer Brentwick, who was now trying to sequester a vial of odd-looking purple liquid from the man in the bed next to the door. She giggled before slipping her hand into Scorpius' and leading him to the next flight of steps. Her foot was on the bottom step when she was unexpectedly swept up into Scorpius' arms and carried up the stairs.
"Things I do for you," Scorpius muttered as he set her down gently once they were on the fifth floor. Rose laughed and gave him a hug.
Rose leaned back and tried to find a comfortable position for her back, which was beginning to really bother her. She kneaded it gently with the tips of her fingers and it sort of alleviated some of the pain. Scorpius came back with a tray laden with goodies for Rose. She looked at them eagerly and smiled up at Scorpius. She was rather proud of him, remembering all the things she craved as he laid cakes and chocolate before her. "Thank you," she said brightly.
"It's nothing," he said dismissively.
"What are you doing here, though?" she asked as he began to tear the foil of her cake for her.
"What do you mean what I'm doing here?" he asked.
"You're a little far from home," she answered. "St. Mungo's isn't exactly in an area you frequent."
"I Apparated here."
Rose looked at him, eyebrow raised.
"All right, all right. Is it a crime to come here and make sure you're okay?"
Rose laughed as she took the plate he shoved at her. She leaned over (hard, considering her belly was quite large) and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you."
"Yeah," Scorpius muttered, peeling back the top off of a canister of jam.
Rose sat up and winced as the pain came back. Scorpius caught it instantly. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just a little back pain."
"That's why I asked you to stop working. You always over-exert yourself, you always pretend like--"
Rose held a finger against his lips. "You know I won't stop working. You know I won't move in with you. You know I refuse to be a pretty little trophy wife embroidering at home."
"I wouldn't expect you to embroider."
Rose smiled gently. "You know that's not the life I want to lead, Scor, honey."
"Okay, okay," Scorpius knew when he was defeated. "If I let you carry on with whatever your little heart desires, would you become my pretty little wife, at least?"
"Scorpius Malfoy, are you proposing?"
Scorpius looked at her. "Oi, independent woman that you are, you don't want me to kneel down and produce the ring from within my breastpocket, do you?"
Rose laughed and watched Scorpius as he pretended to sigh. He got down on one knee and plunged into his robes for the ring. "Rose Weasley, will you marry me?"
"Yes!"
"YAY!" came the cheers of an assortment of some thirty-odd medi-wizards, patients and visitors who had been listening to their entire conversation.
Scorpius buried his face in his hand as Rose slipped the ring on. "I knew I should have done this over dinner."
Rose giggled and Scorpius was compensated for his efforts by a kiss. There was a collective 'aawwwww' from those present.