A/N: So I have no idea where this story idea came from. I have a strange head.
Scorpius's POV
I smile as Rose intertwines her fingers through mine, gripping my hand with her smaller one. It hits me in that moment—I realize that it's been a long time coming, but in that moment it really hits me—that the only thing I want from life is Rose Weasley. Her innocent brown eyes shine as she smiles at me, her thick reddish brown hair falling into her beautiful face. Some of the other students glance at us as we walk, but I know that not one of them is confused. No one is surprised that a Weasley and a Malfoy are dating. No one has been surprised since Rose and I got together seven months ago. No one but me.
Rose Weasley is the perfect girl, and I find it hard to believe she finds me interesting. Sure, she's a little absent-minded, but she is the most intelligent girl Hogwarts has seen since her mother.
Rose and I walk a little way off the main path. There aren't so many students here. Most of them are hiding away from the snow, safe inside the Three Broomsticks with a mug of hot butterbeer. Not Rose and I.
Rose slips, just now, and I pull out of my thoughts to snake an arm around her thin waist. The snow is packed tight, here. I wonder why. This path is so far from Hogsmeade that I hadn't thought any human would set foot here.
I guide Rose to a wooden fence, a wooden fence that overlooks a sheer cliff edge, for her to lean up against, in case she might fall again. I meet her brown eyes again, and she smiles, more brilliantly than before.
She opens her rosy lips. "I love you, Scorpius," she says.
My heart swells. Sure, she's said it before, but for some reason, now, surrounded by the gently falling snow, on this path with the snow packed tight, I know it's true more than ever. I lean in to kiss her and she responds quickly, cold lips meeting cold lips.
She pulls away after a minute and draws me close to her. Her head rests on my chest, her face looks past the fence.
Suddenly she gasps slightly, a wondrous sound, full of excitement. She steps out of my embrace and reaches over the fence, gloved hand extended to a snow-topped flower, hardly alive anymore in this climate. Her hand is still far from it, though, as she reaches down more.
"Be careful, Rose," I say, though a smile is on my lips. She stretches out, her small body extending its furthest, trying to reach the flower. I watch, my smile widening, limbs locking from the cold. She gets onto tiptoe, and I see it coming too late.
For the second time that day, Rose slips on the hardened snow, her unbalanced weight propelling her over the wooden fence, where her fingers meet the flower she so desperately wanted. Her delicate face, I can see, breaks into a smile, but only for a moment as she realizes what has happened. Her fingers, her hand, her arm, crumple as she falls over, her head smacking a rock hidden in the snow, her legs flipping over the rest of her body, and again and again until she is no longer in sight.
My eyes are as wide as my smile once was, my face is frozen—almost literally—into a fading grin, my fingers outstretched—ever so slightly—a futile attempt to reach the girl I love.
The snow that once rested on the flower's delicate petals has fallen off, and the flower itself looks broken, broken, as broken as my heart feels.
Okay, so that's it. As of right now, this story is done, but if you want I might add another chapter of two. What happens to Rose? What happens to Scorp?
I don't know why, but I feel like telling you that I had the hiccups the entire time I was writing this little story.
Update (2/20): So I'm going to add more to this story, but it might take a bit for me to write the next chapter.