Summary: What if all she wanted to do was forget about him? What if her worst enemy helped her forget?
I heard a knock on the front door from what seemed like miles away. I considered ignoring it, but decided to get up and answer it.
I opened the door, and there stood the last person I wanted to see. "What do you want, Scorpius?" I said horsely.
"Al sent me to check on you. He hadn't heard from you in a few days. You okay?"
"Obviously not, Malfoy." I said, tears threatening to fall again.
"What's wrong?" Scorpius Malfoy said, as though he actually gave a shit.
"Like you care." I said, turning to go to the kitchen to get some water. Malfoy followed me, closing the front door behind him.
"I don't. But Albus will."
I scoffed. Like anyone cares what happens to me.
"Seriously. Tell me whats wrong, Rose."
I began crying again even thinking about it. "James broke up with me."
"oh" Malfoy said. I started crying even harder. Malfoy pulled me into his arms.
"What are you doing?" I say, surprised.
"Comforting you, obviously." He said, hugging me closer to him.
"I know that. But why?" I asked
"Because I care. I care a lot Rose."
"Yeah right, Mal-" He cut her off by placing his lips on hers.
"I care more than you'd think, Weasley. I love you." He said sincirely.
"Really?" I asked, heart pounding.
"Yeah Weasley."
It was at that point i realized that i hadn't thought about James hardly at all since Scorpius entered my apartment. "I love you too Scorpius."
Their lips met again, with more passion than before.