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Title: Make an Idiot of Yourself
Prompt: 025. Grumpy.
Rating: G
Word Count: 758
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Ron Weasley
Summary: Scorpius finds that the Quidditch Pitch isn't empty.
Notes/Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. But quite modified in most cases by their individual writers at Founders or my perception of them.
Scorpius flipped back his hair, a frown marring his face when he saw that there was already someone else on the Quidditch Pitch. And, judging by the color of their hair, it was one of the male Weasley's. Regardless, he still needed to practice a new move he had thought up the night before, unwilling to show the team until he had mastered it himself. The last thing he needed was to be laughed at by Albus or Louis. Please Merlin, just let it be anyone but... He groaned when the other boy turned his broom and his face became obvious. Him. Ronald Weasley, his least favorite of the entire brood.
"What're you doing out here, Malfoy?" Ron demanded when Scorpius mounted his broom and kicked off.
Scorpius turned to face the Gryffindor, sneering. "I came to watch the pretty little birdies speed right past you and that excuse of a broom of yours." He had yet to discover a reason to like this boy, not at his current age nor when he became an adult. In fact, he had less of a reason to like Ron when he was grown up. It seemed that some traits only increased with time. It was nice to see that he could make the other boy angry - his father had been right about the things that set him off; anything dealing with money and the lack thereof. He lobbed the Quaffle he had brought into the air, catching it easily before smirking at Ron. "Don't know why you're out here - haven't seen you play a single game."
"None of your business," Ron snapped.
"You're not really planning on trying out for Keeper, are you?" Scorpius asked, honestly surprised. His father had told stories about Ron on the Quidditch team and they were always amusing, but never was the redhead painted in a good light. "Oh that's too rich, I don't think you'll be impressing anyone that way... you should definitely do it."
"If you're encouraging me then somethings wrong with the idea." Ron urged his broom towards the ground.
"No, no, I mean it!" Scorpius insisted, swooping down to stop the other boy from reaching the ground. "You should definitely try. Here, let's see if you can block me. Best shot on the team." He thought that he was the best in the school, but he did not want to get into an argument over the matter. All he wanted to do was convince Ron that he should try out for the team, and make a complete idiot of himself in the process. But Ron was still looking at him as though he were insane. "You know I just want to make a complete fool of you by getting a shot right through the middle hoop while you flail and fumble."
That was the right thing to say. No Gryffindor that Scorpius knew could resist such a blatant challenge and Ron was flying back up towards the goal posts with what Scorpius supposed was a determined look on his face. How could anyone have kids with that? He wondered as he flew up and out. "Come on then, Malfoy!"
Really? Ron was stationary, Albus would have been flying in a loop or something just in case Scorpius went for one of the other hoops. He must not practice against people very much. But Scorpius flew right at him and let a light lob go at the right hoop that the Gryffindor easily snagged. Fantastic. "See?"
"You didn't go where you said you would."
Scorpius snorted and flew in to snatch the Quaffle away from the redhead. "Of course I didn't." His movements had been easy enough to read and he had fully expected Ron to make the save. Otherwise his pride might have been hurt, and then the lion would not have tried for the team. And he wouldn't make himself look like more of an idiot in the process. Scorpius normally did not play the same games as the other Malfoys, but he made exceptions in the case of the one person who had bothered him since their first meeting.
Ronald Weasley. It only got more fun the older they grew, too. And I can even annoy him during my time. That summer in third year he had been almost certain that Ron was going to try killing him, until Rose had pointed out that killing a teenager was a bad idea. Especially one that she liked. I'll be annoying that boy the rest of his natural life.
Prompt: 025. Grumpy.
Rating: G
Word Count: 758
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Ron Weasley
Summary: Scorpius finds that the Quidditch Pitch isn't empty.
Notes/Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. But quite modified in most cases by their individual writers at Founders or my perception of them.
Scorpius flipped back his hair, a frown marring his face when he saw that there was already someone else on the Quidditch Pitch. And, judging by the color of their hair, it was one of the male Weasley's. Regardless, he still needed to practice a new move he had thought up the night before, unwilling to show the team until he had mastered it himself. The last thing he needed was to be laughed at by Albus or Louis. Please Merlin, just let it be anyone but... He groaned when the other boy turned his broom and his face became obvious. Him. Ronald Weasley, his least favorite of the entire brood.
"What're you doing out here, Malfoy?" Ron demanded when Scorpius mounted his broom and kicked off.
Scorpius turned to face the Gryffindor, sneering. "I came to watch the pretty little birdies speed right past you and that excuse of a broom of yours." He had yet to discover a reason to like this boy, not at his current age nor when he became an adult. In fact, he had less of a reason to like Ron when he was grown up. It seemed that some traits only increased with time. It was nice to see that he could make the other boy angry - his father had been right about the things that set him off; anything dealing with money and the lack thereof. He lobbed the Quaffle he had brought into the air, catching it easily before smirking at Ron. "Don't know why you're out here - haven't seen you play a single game."
"None of your business," Ron snapped.
"You're not really planning on trying out for Keeper, are you?" Scorpius asked, honestly surprised. His father had told stories about Ron on the Quidditch team and they were always amusing, but never was the redhead painted in a good light. "Oh that's too rich, I don't think you'll be impressing anyone that way... you should definitely do it."
"If you're encouraging me then somethings wrong with the idea." Ron urged his broom towards the ground.
"No, no, I mean it!" Scorpius insisted, swooping down to stop the other boy from reaching the ground. "You should definitely try. Here, let's see if you can block me. Best shot on the team." He thought that he was the best in the school, but he did not want to get into an argument over the matter. All he wanted to do was convince Ron that he should try out for the team, and make a complete idiot of himself in the process. But Ron was still looking at him as though he were insane. "You know I just want to make a complete fool of you by getting a shot right through the middle hoop while you flail and fumble."
That was the right thing to say. No Gryffindor that Scorpius knew could resist such a blatant challenge and Ron was flying back up towards the goal posts with what Scorpius supposed was a determined look on his face. How could anyone have kids with that? He wondered as he flew up and out. "Come on then, Malfoy!"
Really? Ron was stationary, Albus would have been flying in a loop or something just in case Scorpius went for one of the other hoops. He must not practice against people very much. But Scorpius flew right at him and let a light lob go at the right hoop that the Gryffindor easily snagged. Fantastic. "See?"
"You didn't go where you said you would."
Scorpius snorted and flew in to snatch the Quaffle away from the redhead. "Of course I didn't." His movements had been easy enough to read and he had fully expected Ron to make the save. Otherwise his pride might have been hurt, and then the lion would not have tried for the team. And he wouldn't make himself look like more of an idiot in the process. Scorpius normally did not play the same games as the other Malfoys, but he made exceptions in the case of the one person who had bothered him since their first meeting.
Ronald Weasley. It only got more fun the older they grew, too. And I can even annoy him during my time. That summer in third year he had been almost certain that Ron was going to try killing him, until Rose had pointed out that killing a teenager was a bad idea. Especially one that she liked. I'll be annoying that boy the rest of his natural life.