happy (late) birthday, R.G.B. The. Duckie! this is also for the Crayola Colors challenge- my color was indigo.
title belongs to Jack's Mannequin.
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til there's nothing but dark blue
He shouldn't be staring because really, it's Rose Weasley and his father—her father—would kill him, and besides, he never liked her much anyway.
But now she's twirling around and laughing in her short dress that's exactly the color of the summer nighttime sky, the color of indigo, and he can't stop staring. As she twirls closer and closer to him, he thinks wildly that her dress matches the color of her eyes perfectly, which doesn't make sense because her eyes are ordinary hazel, but in this lighting, he's sure they're indigo and he's drowning in them.
And then she's right before him, so close that he can't help but inhale the sweetly intoxicating scent of her, even as he raises an eyebrow at her and asks what she's doing.
"Dancing with you, silly," she giggles, and even though he hasn't been drinking, he feels a little drunk himself as he takes her hand and lets her lead him into a whirl of dancing and laughter and the all-consuming indigo sweetness of the evening.
"Isn't this fun, Scorpius?" she slurs, grinning up at him.
"You're drunk and you'll regret this in the morning," he tells her firmly, but he can't keep from smiling as he watches her spin around, her red hair paling in comparison to the color of her dress.
She falls into his arms, laughing and unsteady on her feet, and he thinks hazily that he really ought to put a stop to this, but he looks into her eyes that seem to reflect the sky, all starry and indigo, and all thoughts of doing so fly away.
And before he realizes what's happening, she's kissing him, and before he knows it, he's kissing her back. There are a thousand reasons why he shouldn't, but none of them seem to matter anymore. He closes his eyes and the world fades away until it's just him and Rose and all he can see is a burning shade of indigo.