One moment he was sulking, and abruptly the next he was being dragged up by his shoulders and attacked by- a mouth?
It might have been pleasant, but then there was the part where there was stubble grinding against his face and girls did not have stubble on their faces. Or they shouldn't. And Scorpius wasn't one to casually snog just anyone who decided to maul him with their lips.
Once he found control of his arms again, he shoved back his attacker and gaped when he saw who it was.
"Weasley? What the fuck are you doing? ARE YOU MAD?"