DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter characters, plots, or settings.
"You look cute when you bite your lip," Scorpius said from beside me at our table in the library. I stopped nibbling my lip and looking over at him in the corner of my eye, feeling the blush crawl slowly across my face.
"Thank you," I replied softly, my eyes falling down to read my book again. I wouldn't read though, I actually couldn't read; my thoughts kept wandering back to the boy who was sitting across the table from me. I could feel his warm blue eyes focused on my face, drinking the sight of me in.
"You're pretty much just cute all the time you know," he said, looking at me, gauging my reaction. I felt myself blush even harder.
It was flattering that he was calling me cute, but it was also hard to accept a compliment. I'm not exactly ugly, but I'm pretty plain, and I'm not very used to getting compliments. Growing up in a huge family pretty much ensures that you don't get any special attention. Especially when you have people like Victoire and Lucy in the family.
"You don't believe me," he stated. I looked at him again. It was endlessly frustrating how well he could read me. The only thing that was even more frustrating was how I couldn't read him, no matter how I tried. He could take one look at me and tell how I was feeling. Even if I had a huge smile on my face, he could tell if I was sad.
"You don't believe me?" he repeated, this time in question form, in an almost disbelieving tone. I shrugged and turned my attention, once again, back to my book. I stole a quick glance at him and was greeted with the cheerful sight of him wearing his most mischievous smirk.
"Little Miss Rosie, the smartest witch of her age, doesn't know the most obvious thing in the world," he said, taunting me, his face coming closer towards mine.
The butterflies in my stomach were growing larger and larger with every passing second. My head was spinning and my ears were ringing. His nose was twenty centimeters away from my face, his eyes focusing in on everything on my face, the smirk still on his.
"Why is that? That you know almost everything, but you don't realize how beautiful you are?" he asked me softly, his face still close to mine, his eyes warming. The blue was clouding up, and growing slightly darker. I was amazed that his eyes were darkening; that only happened if he saw an extremely attractive girl walk by.
I blushed, again. I cursed my dad in my head for giving me those Weasley genes, the one that made me constantly red no matter what. My eyes roamed his face now, from his eyes to his nose and finally to his lips.
"Merlin," he groaned softly, his head breaking our gaze and falling onto his hands that were laying on top of each other on the table, "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
I shook my head, and realized I had started biting my lip again.
"You make me lose all control, Rose," he said, his head turning towards me, "I just can't seem to keep it together when I'm around you."
"You seem to be doing a decent job," I said.
"Yeah, well I'm good at looking like something I'm not," he muttered darkly, more to himself then to me.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I'm a Malfoy," he spat, his eyes hardening again, "You're a Weasley. I have to pretend like I'm not scum when I'm around you."
"You aren't scum," I heard myself saying automatically.
"Then I can't act like all my family; I can't act like I was born to act, because you deserve more then that.
"I don't get it," I whispered, not believing what I was hearing.
"You deserve somebody who's going to treat you like you are a princess, and some Malfoy character can't do that."
"If you don't think you deserve me then you don't," I said stubbornly, "Give me to someone else." He was suddenly glaring at me, and I almost jumped with the intensity of it. I was never, ever, on the receiving end of his glares.
"I can't," he said, his eyes traveling to the table, "You're mine."
"I'm not yours!" I said, my voicing raising just a little louder then normal; he was actually making me mad, and we never fought. I pushed my chair back and stood up, standing right in front of him.
"Yes. You. Are!" he shouted, standing up, so close that I could almost feel his body on mine, "And you always will be!"
"I'm not your sister! I'm not your wife! Hell, I'm not even your best friend, Scorpius! I'm not your girlfriend either! We aren't together!" I heard his breath hiss through his teeth as I checked the points off on my hand, "So why do you have this ridiculous notion in your head that I'm yours and that I'll always be?"
"Because you will be!" he said, his voice lowering, both in pitch and volume, "You'll always be mine. You're my Rosie. I don't care what you say, because I'll never have what I have with you with anyone else, alright? You're mine. Always. You'll never be someone else's because if you are, I'll die. I. Will. Die, Rosie.
"I'm not yours," I said softly, my eyes filling slowly with tears. "I'm not yours."
"No, Rosie, no, I didn't mean to make you cry," he pleaded. I picked up my bag and walked out of the library, tears still threatening to fall down my face.
Authors Note: It's going to be a two-shot! I'll try to update soon.
I'm having a form of writers block. I have all these ideas, but I can't execute them into stories that actually turn out. This was one that I thought was okay.
Good? Bad? Review:)