A/N In honor of HPDHP2 coming out today I decided to write a little one-shot about Rose and Scorpius. I saw the movie today and have to say that I am happy with it but the way that Voldamort dies was really unsatisfactory to me. Just thought I'd let you know...
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters or settings belong to Mrs. Joanna Rowling, mother of all things Harry Potter related.
His ice-blue eyes make contact with yours as you sit down at the table across the hall from his. You give him a weak smile before the words that your father spoke to you exactly five years ago rush to your mind.
You're not supposed to like him. You have to think to your self. Your ment to beat him in all your classes, not fancy him. Your friends pull you out of your thought by calling your name repeatedly, you still cant help but glance at Scorpius every three minutes or so.
You make eye contact, blush then look away. It happens at every meal every day for the first month of school. You find your self getting to breakfast early so you can watch him, out of the corner of your eye, as he enters the great hall and walks to his seat. You let out a sigh, immediately regretting it because the hall is starting to fill up and anyone could have heard you.
No one did.
I sit watching you watch him, wondering why you don't watch me instead.
After he's done eating, Scorpius glances up at you and smiles. Then he does something unexpected. He stand up, walks over to you and whispers something in your ear. I'm jealous, I'm envious, I'm heart broken. All because you stand up, kiss his cheek, take his hand, and walk with him out of the great hall.
Whispers break out through out the great hall because really, no one thought that you would end up together. No one noticed the stolen glances between you two. No one noticed that you would both disappear from your common rooms every day at eight for about two hours. No one except for me that is.
One day he's not at breakfast and your worried. I can see it on your face. There are wrinkles on your forehead and are making no attempt at small talk with your friends.
One of his Quidditch buddies walks over to you and tells you something. You run out of the great hall in tears. Apparently no one told you what happened to your boyfriend at practice yesterday. Apparently he fell off his broom after being hit in the head by a poorly aimed bludger.
I excuse myself and quietly follow you all the way to the hospital wing. I see you talking to Madam Pomfrey, nodding occasionally, tears still streaming down your face. You walk over to his unconscious body, and sit down in the chair beside his bed. You hold his hand and I hear you whisper "I love you" in to his ear. He stirs and slowly opens his eyes. He says it back.
Thats when I know I have no chance with you. You, Rose Weasley, love him not me and I'll just have to learn to accept it.
A/N So there you go! I hope you liked it and even if you didn't, you should comment because I really appreciate constructive criticism. :) cyber cookies to you all (::)