she's perfect
not a hair out of place
that flawless smile glued to her face
projecting confidence
wherever she chooses to grace with her presence
wearing her pretty face like a mask
like a porcelain doll—pretty, collected, and perfect
(she still hears the whispers though)
("a Weasley in Slytherin? what a scandal!")
but she's always been good at acting
so she plays the role of the girl who doesn't care
she's perfect
and he's anything but
the son of a Death Eater
(there are whispers for him too and they're not so quiet)
he tries so desperately to hide
behind pages and words
hoping that maybe no one will notice him
and trying to tell himself that everything they hate him for is in the past
(he's not the person they think he is)
doesn't ever talk to anyone
never even raises his hand in class
though he always knows the answer
(books are good for more than just hiding, you know)
so maybe it's fitting that when they meet it's in a library
they bump into each other
and once they look into the other's eyes
they can't help but smile
(and suddenly they feel like they can stop hiding)
and slowly smiles turn into apologies
and apologies turn into laughter
(and the dropped books lay forgotten on the floor)
and soon enough they're holding hands
and the whispers follow them everywhere
(can you believe it? a Malfoy and a Weasley!)
and even with their masks and books forgotten on the floor
they realize that they really don't care
and that's the closest to happiness
that the two of them have ever gotten
AN: So that was written for the OTP Freeverse Poetry Challenge on HPFC. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!