I know you.

I know that you like fairytales- the muggle kind. I know that I'm the only person in all of Hogwarts who knows this fact. I wrestled it out of you in 2nd year, and when I wiped away my tears of mirth and asked you why you liked them so much, you scratched at the back of your blindingly blond head and blushed for the first and only time in your life. When you proudly told me that it's because "no matter how bad things are, they always turn out right in the end", I immediately developed a soft spot for you in my heart.

I know that your middle name is Hyperion and as much as you pretend you hate it, it secretly makes you feel badass.

I know that your favourite colour is blue because it reminds you of the ocean and your childhood by the sea with your grandmother, and I know you treasure your memories with her because she is your idol (as much as you protest it in fear of being made fun of by your friends).

I know that when you were 5 you snuck into your dad's broom shed after seeing him fly around in the breeze like he was wind itself, you thought he was so cool and you wanted to fly just like him. Needless to say things didn't work out as planned; you ran into a tree less than 3 meters from where you started and got the scar that cuts across your eyebrow. You were also forbidden from riding a broom until you turned 10, but that didn't stop the natural talent from taking hold and allowing you to become the Slytherin seeker in 2nd year. The look in your father's eyes when he heard the news made all those years of waiting worth it.

I know that when you smile, there is no amount of cheesy metaphors comparing you to the sun that could explain the way you make people feel- the way you make me feel. It's comforting, like you see inside a person's very soul and you latch on and wrap that smile and all the secrets it conceals around them. It's like reading your favourite book again, staying wrapped in warm blankets on a rainy day, the feel of grass underneath your feet and the whisper of the sun against your skin. It's comfort and it's happiness; when you're happy everyone around you can't help but be happy too.

I know that when you're sad or angry, your shoulders hunch up and you draw yourself into a deceiving little cocoon, a maelstrom of passion and fire hidden behind stormy but indifferent eyes. It takes a lot to make you open up when the mask comes on, but all you really need is fingers running through your hair and a hand clasped in your own for you to unleash the turmoil inside.

I know that you're as stubborn as I am and you love to debate, which, for some unexplainable reason, was the thing that brought us together.

I know that when, in 5th year, Albus said the fateful words "I dare Rose to kiss Scorpius" and I replied with "I would never willingly kiss Malfoy even if he was the last wizard on earth!" my heart was telling me something very different when you crossed the room in quick strides and kissed me as if I was, well, the last girl on earth.

I know that I've been in love with you and all your faults since that moment on, maybe even before that.

I know that you tend to become blind to things that are right before your eyes, which is why you only see me as Rose; the fiery headed, smart ( but not girlfriend material), best friend.

But I also know that you're Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy- the boy who (secretly) believes in fairytales, and I know that someday, we will have our happily ever after.