A/N: Hey so I have an excuse for not updating HTL, but you'll have to wait until I update that to hear about it. So, readers who are reading this because of Hate To Love, thanks! New readers, if you like this, check out my other, not oneshot Scorose/Rosius story! This is a oneshot, unless you guys want more! So review, and tell me what I need to improve, or what you liked! (Whoa, this is a really, really short A/N for me – they're usually like 200 words. HA! I CAN write a short a/n! WIN!). So, I usually HATE HATE HATE song fics. But for some reason, I just HAD to write this. I love Taylor Swift! I don't own Harry Potter or Taylor
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
It was a warm summer's day, and Rose stepped out of the house carefully and carefree. She had made head girl! She was also going to spend the day with her best friend from Hogwarts, Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius was a Slytherin, unlike Al and Rose, his two best friends, who were Gryffindors. However, they didn't let a silly thing like what house they were in get in the way of their friendship.
Al was usually with them, and together they were the silver trio, kind of like the gold trio from years before. But Al was currently in Romania, visiting their Uncle Charlie.
As she stepped into the car, she realized just how glad she was to be in his car. And yes, Scorpius Malfoy, a member of the notorious muggle-hating MALFOY family had a car. His father had changed a ton since his Hogwarts years, and while he wasn't the biggest fan of muggles, he wanted Scopius to appreciate, and not hate them.
Anyway, she was just happy to be with him.
It had only been a couple of weeks since school let out, but it felt like an eternity to Rose.
She looked out at the car, catching sight of Scorp. Her heart skipped a beat. He was looking even more perfect and angelic than usual, his white blonde hair glowing in the sun. His white shirt and jeans just made him look all the more gorgeous.
Rose gulped, knowing that it would be harder to resist him than usual. He just looked so bloody beautiful!
She stepped towards the car, and started listening to his usual rant about something or another.
"And then my mother started trying to get me to meet with all the eligible –" Rose heard, but zoned the rest out, just looking at his eyes.
They were a soft gray, with little flecks of blue, and a color that could only be described as purple.
There had to be at least 5 different colors in his dazzling eyes. He'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs
"But she just doesn't understand that I'll never fall in love with one of those whiney-do-nothings! I won't fall in love!" She tuned in long enough to hear the end of his story. Rose laughed, because inside she was crumbling to pieces.
He'll never fall in love. Especially with someone like me. Rose thought.
"Because of the chicken!" he must be saying the punch line to a joke. Rose realized when she came back to reality. She faked a smile, thinking about all of the things she knew about him.
She knew that no one else knew all of his favorite songs, especially not his bratty girlfriend, Sheila Parkinson.
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie
Rose knew everything about Scorpius, even things that Al didn't know.
She knew his favorite color – green.
She knew about his love for arguing, especially with her.
She knew his birthday, December 17th.
She knew his beautiful half-cousin that he considered his sister.
She knew that his eyes looked like his father's from a distance.
No one else knew all these things about him, except for Rose.
Ha! Sheila-bloody-Parkinson will never know all of this about Scorpius! Rose realized. He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long
And he sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine
When we arrived at the park, where we were going to eat, he started looking around and pointing out all of the pretty views. Somehow, he overlooked just how much his best friend was in love with him. Shouldn't he realize? Shouldn't he suddenly have an epiphany, and realize that Rose had been in love with him for years?
Didn't he realize that that she had memorized him so long ago?
But he wouldn't realize any of it, because he saw everything in black in white. Either it was, or wasn't, with him. And to him, she wasn't in love with him. He didn't even suspect.
No one ever saw Scorpius cry – no one except Rose, and that was once.
It was the first day of classes, back in first year. Everyone had started talking to him, treating him like a normal person, because Al and Rose had told them that he was their friend, and they had to respect it.
Everyone did, even though it was just because of who Rose and Al's parents were. Eventually, the students of Hogwarts learned to adore Scorp, but his friends influence helped greatly.
He was so happy, he told Rose, that people didn't hate him.
His tears weren't from sadness, but from happiness, and that was the day that Rose Weasely began to fall in love with her best friend.
I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie
Scorpius helped Rose spread out a picnic blanket, and grabbed the basket of food. They enjoyed the scenery, and watched muggle couples eat, walk, and just be generally sweet to each other.
Rose watched enviously, wanting to be able to tell Scorpius how she felt. She had been holding it inside for far too long, and she needed to let it out.
Alas, the picnic ended early, with idle banter from both parties, but they didn't discuss anything important. They joked, laughed, and discussed light subjects, but nothing that clearly needed to be talked about.
Scorpius drove Rose back home, walked her up to the door, and gave her a prolonged hug goodbye. He stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you
Rose waved, and scurried inside quickly, promising to owl him. She moved towards the window, so she could inconspicuously watch him walk away from her, without knowing how she felt, yet again.
She wanted to tell him that she was holding every breath for him, that she only loved him, that she'd always loved him.
But she couldn't.
She wasn't brave enough – so much for being a strong and courageous Gryffindor.
She should've been put into Ravenclaw. She was too scared. She didn't want Scorpius to hate her, to see the look of disgust on his face when he found out, she didn't want to lose him.
And the more she saw him with Sheila Parkinson, the more her fragile heart broke.
So she watched her best friend walk away. He'd never tell you
But he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle
He would never tell anyone, or show anyone but Rose, his guitar. Scorpius had bought it two years ago with some saved up money, and had taught himself how to play.
He was too smart for his own good - that was for sure. He was at the top of some classes, (Rose was the top of most classes.), an amazing quiddich player, beloved of everyone, a prefect, and soon to be head boy.
Rose thought that his gorgeous eyes could see through every disguise; strip a matter down to the truth. But he couldn't see through Rose's heart. That much was clear.
She went upstairs that night, too tired from thinking to think some more.
When she woke up the next morning, her first thought was Scorpius. He was practically all she thought about now. It was slowly killing her.
He was so beautiful.
Most boys were hot, or handsome, or cute, but very few were beautiful.
Scorpius could only be described as beautiful.
He was tall, around 6 feet, with a quiddich toned body. He had white-blonde hair that messily fell into his eyes, and he had a smirk for every occasion. Scorpius was every girl's dream, and was absolutely gorgeous.
Rose sighed, and started to put on her makeup. If she just sat there daydreaming, she would never get over him.
Still, she prayed for a miracle.
A miracle that he would suddenly realize just how much she loved him. Yes, I could tell you
His favorite color's green
And he loves to argue
Oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him...
if you ask me if I love him...
I'd lie
And yeah, she could tell anyone everything about him, but what did it matter? He didn't love her back.
And that's why, for the past 6 years, whenever someone had asked Rose if she loved him, she lied.
Always.
.:.:.:.
It was around noontime, and Rose had just finished eating a nutella sandwich. Suddenly, the fireplace turned to green flames, and an ash covered figure stumbled out.
Rose jumped up in alarm, because neither of her parents were home, and she didn't know who the person was.
But then she realized.
It was Scorpius!
What is he doing here? He never uses Floo to get anywhere – he prefers his car! Rose thought in alarm.
"Scorpius? Is something wrong?" Rose asked timidly.
Instead of answering, Scorpius grabbed her hands, and pulled her off the chair she was sitting on.
He looked into her eyes, and asked the dreaded question.
"Rose, are you in love with me?" It was the most cliché thing he could possibly say, but at that moment, Rose couldn't have cared left.
Scorpius knew! He knew, and now he hated her. Crap.
She just looked down.
Every other time she had been asked a question like that, she had lied. But she was sick of the lies, of the lack of truth in her life. She needed him to know, and it didn't matter that he would hate her. She had held it inside for too long, and it was bursting to get out.
So she nodded timidly.
Because she was still looking down, she missed the look of complete and utter joy on his face.
But she didn't miss it when he leaned down and kissed her.
She didn't have to lie anymore.
A/N: Yes. I know. Beyond cliché. Well, I love cliché stories, and I think it's a bit different than every other story out there, so…
I didn't edit this, because I am about to leave for a week of camp, so I'm sorry if I missed a line of the song or something, it wasn't intentional, sorry!
Review please!
If you want to know more, like a detailed version of when they first met, or something from Scorp's point of view, just ask!
So, as of now, this is a oneshot, but if anyone wants more, I'd be more than willing to comply.
Love you all! (In a non-creepy way. Haha!)