For seven years, all that Scorpius Malfoy saw was the color red. The moment he first stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, he ran head on into a girl with the wildest red hair that he had ever seen. And when she smiled at him, it was the brightest smile he had laid eyes on. They chatted, and then she invited him to come sit with her family. Then, when the sorting ceremony occurred, both she and Scorpius were sorted into Gryffindor, and Scorpius found himself swarmed in red and gold everywhere he went. As time went on, he would wear red sweaters and red scarves and red boxers and red socks and red and gold ties. His favorite color quickly and surely became red, undoubtedly. Everyone assumed it was due to the fact that he was a Gryffindor, but truly, the fascination with red started when he ran into the beautiful redhead on the train. Even at eleven years old, he was immediately and irrevocably in love with Rose Weasley. Indeed, he even loved roses, especially the red ones.

Scorpius, while entranced with everything red, has never noticed that Rose Weasley loved to wear white, blinding white sweaters, crisp, clean white blouses, flowy white dresses, white knee high stockings. She was on a mission to blind the world with light essentially.

It started after a day that Albus had had a bit too much fire whiskey. He had come up to her and stated, "Rooooosie pooooosie, Scorp loves your hair, he was just tellin' me how he looooooves your hair, looooooves the color red, he's a nutter, love him, but what a bloody nutter…" but then he'd sort of trailed off and fallen asleep on the common room couch. With that information in hand, Rose's eyes had been opened to the constant redness of Scorp's appearance. She'd always assumed it was just because of the affiliation with Gryffindor, but the lack of gold in his clothing and Albus' slurred words made her think a little differently. And if it was true that he loved her hair, well, she loved his probably just the slightest, tiniest bit more.

Scorpius Malfoy had the whitest, lightest hair that Rose had ever seen. It was such stark contrast to his dark, brooding personality that anything he said became oddly laughable to her. She constantly found herself looking at his hair, wondering what it would be like to just run her fingers through it, whether it would be as soft as it looked. After learning about Scorpius maybe having an obsession with her hair, she decided to reciprocate her wardrobe to match his. They became red and white everywhere they went. A perfect duo, even if she was the only one of them who noticed it.

There was one quiet, spring day in seventh year that Rose decided to stop avoiding telling Scorpius that she was in love with him, and dutifully just as obsessive as he was. It was nearing the end of the year, flowers were in full bloom all around the castle. The weather was just starting to get warmer, yet there was still a nice breeze blowing about, fluttering the blooming flowers and newly grown leaves of the trees every so often. Rose had decided that it was the perfect day to go for a walk around the grounds, and she had invited Scorp to join her. When she met him in the common room, she was wearing a simple white dress, and she found him wearing a thin, red sweater with jeans. She almost laughed because she figured she should have known.

As they left, and started to walk, they passed a bush of roses lying just against a part of the castle. She pointed them out to him, and he seemed quite pleasantly surprised.

"I love red roses," he said to her, admiring them but not reaching out to touch them due to the thorns growing on the stems.

She smiled, and felt her heart start to race a bit, because she could not honestly believe how lucky she was in this moment. "How about this one?"

Scorpius turned and gave her a funny look, "What one?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows together.

She felt all the color draining from her face, probably turning a ghastly shade of white, as her heart kicked up full speed. "Me. This red rose. Do you love me?" She nervously tore her eyes from his and found herself staring at the beautiful flowers. When she forced herself to look back at him, she found him blushing a brilliant shade of red.

"Yes, yeah, I do. I always have." He said, and then he quickly stammered out, "I am so sorry, I don't want to ruin our friendship, Rose, and it's just…"

It was that instance that Rose Weasley realized that Scorpius Malfoy had to be the dumbest boy she had ever met. In her entire existence. "Scorpius, you bloody git, please stop babbling about ruining our friendship, because I think I would quite like a relationship instead." She was amazed at how smooth she found herself to be carrying this conversation when for most of their time as friends, Scorpius had always been the cool-headed one.

"A relationship? Like with snogging? And, wait, excuse me?"

She frowned at him. "Do I need to spell this out? And all this time, I thought it was alright that we were tied for top of our class, but now I'm rethinking it…"

He looked incredulously at her, holding his hands out to stop her. "Hey, hold on, I am processing, thank you, Rose. We're dating?" He put his hands to his face, looking absolutely confused.

Rose sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well, that would involve you agreeing to a relationship. You did just admit to loving me, right? Or did I imagine that?" At this point, he was being absolutely the most ridiculous she had ever seen him.

He took two steps toward her, using his long stride to close the distance that had been between them. "You didn't imagine it, be my girlfriend." He said, putting his hand underneath her chin to make her look up at him. He had always wanted to do this, ever since the day he laid eyes on her.

A smile found its way onto her face. "Yes," she said, and he closed the distance again, leaning down to her to plant the first kiss upon her lips, but quickly deepening it, until they had started a full on snogging session, with Rose pinned against a side of the castle. When they both had felt that they needed air more than they needed each other, they broke apart for a few moments. Both of their lips had turned a marvelous shade of pink.

A perfect mix of their favorite colors.