This is just something that randomly popped in my head. and i honestly don't know what anyone would think but if you read this please review so i know if i'm any good or just full of crap.
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Auburn hair, blue eyes, red lips, an abrupt way to describe the beautiful Rose Weasley. She was the one of the most beautiful girls Hogwarts has ever seen, a Gryffindor and rivaled, if not surpassed, her mother's intelligence. She was the dream girl, although she was not fully aware of it yet. In fact not many noticed how completely beautiful she was until she turned thirteen, but having two-third if the golden trio as your parents had its ups and downs. She was feared even by those who were older than her that not one boy tried to make friends with her, except Mathew Nott.
Mathew Nott was one of those juvenile delinquent pranksters. He was a pureblood through and through, and was rich enough to afford luxury than most students. He was also a well known Slytherin, especially with his debonair looks. He, like the rest of his house, were pass the whole purebloods-are-extremely-better because his father and mother suffered the war and even if they were at the opposing side they were enlightened after all the people they almost lost and their parents being sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison. So, he did not have any problem with Rose Weasley being half a Granger and Weasley, except for the fact that she was the most amazing girl he has ever met. She had the beauty of a fiery goddess and a heart of gold. Their friendship was a big mystery, mostly because they had no idea when it started. They knew each other by name but when they became close in their third year they had no idea that they would end up as best friends. The disturbing thing about their bizarre friendship is that no matter how hard they think they can't pinpoint how they became close, and that's saying something since Rose rarely, if not never, fail to remember every single detail in her short life.
Mostly Mathew would spend every waking moment with Rose even if it's just to watch her study in the library. It was calming for him to be next to her, when she was around all his problems seem to disappear. Just a smile from her could make his insides squirm, but he never let her on this secret. It would be absolute horror if she were to find out. He was actually willing to have her as only a friend even if he wanted more until an incident that happened one Wednesday afternoon.
Rose was walking towards the great hall when suddenly her so called best friend pounced on her, as she was used to this gesture she found ways to avoid being squashed by her rather tall 14 year old best friend. But instead of side stepping him like she usually does she just bent down so he would fly over her but that didn't have the desired effect. Instead of Mathew falling face first on the ground he stopped and just stood behind her and Rose stood up and turned around to face him. And as she rose his lips gently brushed somewhere near her lips. She had no intention of talking about it, and every intention of pretending it didn't happen. But Mathew thought otherwise, at first they were just talking walking to their usual spot near the black lake, when they finally sat down Mathew threw the bomb in her face.
"That was really close Rosie," he sighed rather heavily. "Umm… Yeah…" was her genius reply. Her cheeks were flushed and she was trying to keep herself in check. He looked at her for a long time before standing up and walking away. He never got to hear her next words then, "I wish it got closer though," she whispered to the air. Standing up and finding her way back inside the castle.
She saw him less and less after their little incident, their spot soon became only her spot. After a month Rose was devastated, she didn't know what to do. She had already fallen for her best friend and all he was doing was ignoring her. It took her a week to pluck up the courage to admit she had feelings for him, it was the twenty first century after all. Girls her age do it all the time. She was walking in the dungeons when she saw something she didn't expect. Dominique, her cousin, was snogging the daylights out of her beloved Mathew. She gasped and that broke them apart, then Mathew saw her and had an apologetic grin across his flushed face, while Dominique just looked disheveled and cocky. "I'm sorry to interrupt," she managed to croak. This said she quickly left and sprinted towards the Gryffindor tower, when she was in her room she closed the drapes around her bed and cast a silencing charm around her. She couldn't remember the last time she cried that much and she didn't even know what to do to make herself feel better. Something inside her was broken and she wanted to find out what.
The door opened and she could hear Dominique talking to someone. She was laughing at something, she didn't pay attention anymore because when she heard her laugh her chest heaved. It felt as if something broke inside. That was the first time she had been heartbroken and the pain in her chest scared her.