Scorpius Malfoy had always considered himself to be exceedingly plain, reticent, and a bit boring. He couldn't help but feel that everything about him was dull... lacking.
He felt sure that his pale blonde hair, flat grey eyes, and fair complexion made him look washed out, as though he could lean up against a white wall and camouflage himself away from the world.
It didn't help that he dressed inconspicuously- white, grey, black, and the occasional green were the only colors in his wardrobe- he thought it paired well with his restrained personality.
He lived in a world of varying shades of grey, and that was all he had ever known.
He was like a black and white film. But Rose- Rose was in Technicolor.
She was a firecracker. Bright, intelligent, creative, happy- she was one of those people who was really alive. She exuded her vibrant personality, boundless energy, and ability to love so fiercely and with such passion that it made him question why he had ever thought the world was dull or that he could slip away from it quietly and unnoticed.
She brought color and light to his world- driving out any shade of grey that was once there.
"Scorpius," She sang out his name, lingering on the 'or' and pulling him out of his thoughts.
He glanced out in front of him towards the Black Lake, which reflected the perfect, cloudless blue sky. "What?" He asked, turning to her.
"You were lost in thought again." She informed him, shifting on their blanket and slipping a book mark between the pages she was reading.
"Oh, sorry." He flushed.
"It's fine. I like when you go into your own little world," she teased lightly.
"Why's that?" He questioned.
"Because then I get to bring you out of it," she leaned toward him to kiss him softly. "So, what were you thinking about?"
"You," he replied simply.
He looked at her, trying to convey as much love and hope and warmth as he could without having to put what he was feeling into words. Because surely no words could adequately describe how she managed to light up his entire being and color his entire world.
He doesn't know if he was successful, but Rose smiled lazily anyway and rested her head against his chest.
He retreated back into his own thoughts and his own little world, a world in Technicolor since she had entered it.